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maggie_ross in the_metroplex

RP: Dinner time

Apr 20, 2011 21:42

Date: April 20, 2011
Characters: Margaret and Stephen Ross
Location: Mexican restaurant in FW
Status: Private
Summary: Mother and son have dinner.
Completion: Incomplete

( Dinner and conversation )

post: private, character: stephen ross, character: margaret ross, april 2011, location: public place

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stephenross April 21 2011, 01:54:07 UTC

Stephen approached the restaurant at the slowest speed possible, the conversation with his father still rattling in his ears. He'd been neutral, deferential even on the phone, but now he felt rattled and angry. His mother had kept this from him, even though she had to know that he would side with her. It boggled his mind a little.

Finally, he forced himself inside and to stop by his mother's chair. He leaned down to kiss her cheek.

"Hey, Mom." He said quietly, taking the chair opposite her.

maggie_ross April 21 2011, 02:02:50 UTC

Margaret played with her napkin, largely ignoring the chips and salsa that came free, except to order some of the salsa verde--she would get to it, eventually. Little balls of paper napkin neatly littered the corner of the table, ready to be swept away. She hadn't taken a pill, didn't want to depend on them even as much as she already did, but when Stephen stepped inside, her heart started pounding and she wished she had taken one.

What was she going to say? What was Stephen going to do?

She kissed her son's cheek, making sure she left no lipstick mark. "Hi, Stephen." She tried a smile as she slid his menu across the table to him. "How are you?" Why did such a simple question feel so very loaded?

stephenross April 21 2011, 02:05:57 UTC

He took a chip, then started to break it into pieces. Nervous fingers were inherited he decided and it explained the shreds of beer bottle labels that littered the floor of his dorm room.

"I'm ok. Did ok on midterms, I think." He paused, then said all in one breath like to hold it in might kill him, which who knows, it might. "Dad told me you left him and that you're getting a divorce."

maggie_ross April 21 2011, 02:18:47 UTC

Maggie's fingers followed Stephen's example, dipping small pieces of chip and eating them, appreciating the hotter salsa verde as a distraction from her anxiety. Her heart rate calmed for a moment as things started going normally and she could take a clear, deep breath ( ... )

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