RP: Bridge over troubled water?
Date: 14 July 2005
Characters: Irma Pince, Caradoc Dearborn, Andy Pince (NPC)
Location: Irma's flat
Status: Private
Summary: Andy is meeting his mother's boyfriend... the first "official" man in her life since his father.
Completion: complete
Andy Pince looked at the table his mother had set. Blue candles, a formal silver-white table-cloth, a fairly formal set of china, that Andy last recalled being out at Christmas decked out on their table. “Are you certain it’s not the Queen who is coming to dinner?” he had hollered in the way of her bedroom, where his mother had been getting dressed, when he’d first seen it. Now, the second time around, he had to admit that it did look good - in a slightly Ravenclaw way.
Andy, who had managed to dress himself for the past 38 years, or so, had been forced to accept his mother’s advice for what to wear today. A brown set of robes that looked a bit out of sorts on him, but that his mother proclaimed to look fantastic.
The meal would be simple. Norwegian trout, that Andy’s “father-in-law” had fished and given Andy, with cucumber salad and potatoes. He expected his mother had chosen a menu like that because it was simple. She had never been much of a fancy cook - but had always managed best with simple dishes.
He wasn’t quite sure how he felt about their guest. It had been his idea to invite his mother boyfriend, but it had just been an idea that he’d tossed out. He hadn’t expected his mother to smile that odd smile at him, widen her eyes… fuck it, his mother did these things so rarely that Andy always felt the need to follow through when she did it. He couldn’t remember much of his father, but expected that it had been the same case there. But meeting his mother’s boyfriend… He wasn’t sure how he felt about that.
He was even less sure about his own feelings on the matter, when she came out wearing a set of clothes that were new, and shorter than anything else he’d seen on her. “You look marvelous, Mother,” he informed her.
“Thank you, dear. Is everything ready?”
“It smells ready,” Andy nodded. “I’ve turned down the temperature, so everything will be ready at once.”
“Good boy.”
His mother looked nervous, and Andy remembered that this was the first man his mother had brought home to meet him since his father passed away. He wanted a drink.
Characters: Irma Pince, Caradoc Dearborn, Andy Pince (NPC)
Location: Irma's flat
Status: Private
Summary: Andy is meeting his mother's boyfriend... the first "official" man in her life since his father.
Completion: complete
Andy Pince looked at the table his mother had set. Blue candles, a formal silver-white table-cloth, a fairly formal set of china, that Andy last recalled being out at Christmas decked out on their table. “Are you certain it’s not the Queen who is coming to dinner?” he had hollered in the way of her bedroom, where his mother had been getting dressed, when he’d first seen it. Now, the second time around, he had to admit that it did look good - in a slightly Ravenclaw way.
Andy, who had managed to dress himself for the past 38 years, or so, had been forced to accept his mother’s advice for what to wear today. A brown set of robes that looked a bit out of sorts on him, but that his mother proclaimed to look fantastic.
The meal would be simple. Norwegian trout, that Andy’s “father-in-law” had fished and given Andy, with cucumber salad and potatoes. He expected his mother had chosen a menu like that because it was simple. She had never been much of a fancy cook - but had always managed best with simple dishes.
He wasn’t quite sure how he felt about their guest. It had been his idea to invite his mother boyfriend, but it had just been an idea that he’d tossed out. He hadn’t expected his mother to smile that odd smile at him, widen her eyes… fuck it, his mother did these things so rarely that Andy always felt the need to follow through when she did it. He couldn’t remember much of his father, but expected that it had been the same case there. But meeting his mother’s boyfriend… He wasn’t sure how he felt about that.
He was even less sure about his own feelings on the matter, when she came out wearing a set of clothes that were new, and shorter than anything else he’d seen on her. “You look marvelous, Mother,” he informed her.
“Thank you, dear. Is everything ready?”
“It smells ready,” Andy nodded. “I’ve turned down the temperature, so everything will be ready at once.”
“Good boy.”
His mother looked nervous, and Andy remembered that this was the first man his mother had brought home to meet him since his father passed away. He wanted a drink.