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eadathach in lolocracy

We are going to be so mature

Aug 18, 2011 19:08

WHO: The Ginger Twins
WHEN: August 16th, evening; 7 PM
WHERE: Mirage - a nice looking restaurant in Shoreline
WHAT: Sibling joy-bonding time, with a grenade and a twist!

( Like how all siblings act towards each other. Except you're the fat one. )

ginger twins, northern ireland, status: incomplete, shitstorm senses tingling, ireland

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seanfhocail August 19 2011, 05:14:29 UTC

Abigael stood in front of her mirror an hour before she was supposed to meet her brother, holding up two dresses. The black one would get her a comment on being too sultry, but the deep red one would get you called 'eating too many baked goods I see'.

Black one it was. Maybe with a cardigan. Something. She looked nice, felt nice and this was going to go okay. She would have a nice pleasant conversation with her brother...

The temptation to have a shot of whiskey before she went was almost overpowering. But she resisted.

By the time she parked, her phone was ringing and she walked down the street, spotting her brother, hesitating before taking a deep breath, walking up to him, smiling just barely.

He looked... Good. For a twit. "Evenin' Donald."

eadathach August 19 2011, 05:58:12 UTC

"Good, yer not dead." Donald simpered as he slid the cellphone back into his pocket. He raised a brow at his sister's taste in clothing. "And ye don't look half-bad. Half-good if ye want ta be optimistic 'bout it." He grinned at himself and then opened the glass door so that she could enter.

"Mature, see?" He added teasingly before following her in. The man then fixed his shirt as he looked around. "Busy lot, eh? Ask that pretty receptionist lass 'bout our seats 'fore I go to her meself."

seanfhocail August 29 2011, 20:43:00 UTC

Flicking her hair over her shoulder since she couldn't think of a bloody response because the little bastard was being mature, Abigael slipped inside, walking up to the receptionist, smiling politely as she gave her name.

"Oh I'm sorry Miss- but it looks like we've overbooked..."

Her polite smile did nothing to tame the spark of anger in the irishwoman's eye. "I called ahead- ye can't just tell me I can't eat- I'm here with me brother and all-"

With a shrug, the brunette waved a hand. "I'm sorry, the wait's going to be about an hour, if you're lucky. I'm sorry."

eadathach August 31 2011, 06:49:13 UTC

Donald paused, looked at the woman incredulously and then stared at his watch in a strangely calm manner. The nascent indignation caused him to bite down his lower lip to refrain from any cursing.

Well, he tried.

"YER BLOODY KIDDIN' ME," He roared, pointing his finger at Abigael. "I had trusted ye ta BOOK A BLOODY TABLE."

Most heads turned their way to look at the red-faced Irish man. He rubbed his temple irritably. "An hour if yer lucky eh? Good shit!"