RP: Movies with Orla
Characters: Dennis Creevey, Orla Quirke
Location: Creevey Creamery and Dairy
Date: January 7, 2000
Status/Warning: Private/Some sexual reference
Summary: Dennis finally has Orla over to watch some movies
Completion: In progress
Dennis sat inside the cab of the beat up truck as he waited at the train station for Orla. He wished, she didn't have to travel so long, but with the Knight Bus still out of commission, there really wasn't much he could do. As he waited, his mind kept going back to the conversation he had with his dad the day before.
"Dennis? Come take a walk with me." Nigel Creevey said. Dennis was sitting at his desk, working on an essay when his father poked his head in. Setting down his quill, Dennis stood and followed his dad out of the house. The two Creeveys walked in silences for a few moments before Nigel spoke again. "Now, Dennis you're practically a man now and seeing that you've got a girl, who is coming over..." He stopped for a second. Dennis just walked, waiting for his father to start again.
"Girls are like...umm...cars." he said. "Just because you've got one, doesn't mean you can go and do anything you want with them. They're a lot of responsibility and they can distract you from your studies or work. You should make sure you're ready for them. That truck you drive around, you earned the right to drive her. Birds are the same way. You've got to treat them with respect before you can earn the right to...umm..."
"Date them?" Dennis asked, slightly confused at what they were talking about. He and Orla had gone pretty far; not all the way, but just about. I'm touched her breasts he thought. Soon his mind was completely unaware of what his father was saying. "Dennis?"
"Yeah, Dad?"
"You understand what I'm saying?"
Dennis nodded. "Sure. Be respectful and don't rush. Earn the right to date." Nigel nodded before patting his son on the back. He mumbled something about being glad that had this talk. It was then that Dennis realized his father gave him THE TALK.
Dennis shook the memory from his head, looking out the windshield for his girlfriend.
Location: Creevey Creamery and Dairy
Date: January 7, 2000
Status/Warning: Private/Some sexual reference
Summary: Dennis finally has Orla over to watch some movies
Completion: In progress
Dennis sat inside the cab of the beat up truck as he waited at the train station for Orla. He wished, she didn't have to travel so long, but with the Knight Bus still out of commission, there really wasn't much he could do. As he waited, his mind kept going back to the conversation he had with his dad the day before.
"Dennis? Come take a walk with me." Nigel Creevey said. Dennis was sitting at his desk, working on an essay when his father poked his head in. Setting down his quill, Dennis stood and followed his dad out of the house. The two Creeveys walked in silences for a few moments before Nigel spoke again. "Now, Dennis you're practically a man now and seeing that you've got a girl, who is coming over..." He stopped for a second. Dennis just walked, waiting for his father to start again.
"Girls are like...umm...cars." he said. "Just because you've got one, doesn't mean you can go and do anything you want with them. They're a lot of responsibility and they can distract you from your studies or work. You should make sure you're ready for them. That truck you drive around, you earned the right to drive her. Birds are the same way. You've got to treat them with respect before you can earn the right to...umm..."
"Date them?" Dennis asked, slightly confused at what they were talking about. He and Orla had gone pretty far; not all the way, but just about. I'm touched her breasts he thought. Soon his mind was completely unaware of what his father was saying. "Dennis?"
"Yeah, Dad?"
"You understand what I'm saying?"
Dennis nodded. "Sure. Be respectful and don't rush. Earn the right to date." Nigel nodded before patting his son on the back. He mumbled something about being glad that had this talk. It was then that Dennis realized his father gave him THE TALK.
Dennis shook the memory from his head, looking out the windshield for his girlfriend.