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Post by Blair Winters on Dec 13, 2009 20:08:02 GMT -5
Sounds of joyous Christmas carols could be heard throughout the residence of Blair Winters….The smells of delicious meats cooking and pies cooling down in various places in her cabin. Besides all the yummy goodies cooking, the air smells like crisp pine from all the Christmas decorations she put up the night before.
While the meats were in the oven Blair took the liberty to take a quick shower. Laying out her outfit she debated over for days…It was a nice white suit she had in her closet which complimented her figure quite nicely. After her fast showering, she drew herself of and did her hair. Blair styled it in a messy way..Then put on some light makeup, after she was done she carefully dressed trying to avoid knocking done Christmas presents she had stacked up.
She had some very special guests coming over tonight. Each one had a meaning to either Dakota or Her. This would really be the first Christmas Blair had celebrated. In the nunnery they didn’t really put up a tree and give out presents. They did celebrate the religious aspects but that was it. No Santa, egg nog, presents, Christmas tree nor a gathering.
Blair was having three kids from the orphanage stay over for Christmas. The ones out of all the kids that had been the closest to her. The other kids were off with other potential adoptive parents. They were most likely never to be seen again… The three she had over were hard to find a home because they were biological related and they did not want to separate them.
They came from an abusive home life and weren’t as trusting as the others. Their mother heavily abused heroin and the father was physically abusive. They only trusted her for whatever reason. Around strangers they get really skittish and jumpy. So she had to warm them up to the idea of coming over with people around. They would arrive later more near dinner time.
Before heading out of her room she peered at all the gifts she had for the people coming as she slipped on her black heels. Blair gathered a few presents in her hands and placed them under the tree that was in front of the stairs. One gift she held onto, for a certain someone coming or hopefully coming...It was a pain in the ass to get, so he better like it.
Snickering when looked up at the tree she put up and decorated. The star was a cowboy hat and the garland was rope.
Glancing at the clock it was five thirty. Very soon people would arrive..Joy filled her heart. On her way back to the kitchen she peered up at the ceilings, somewhere in the house her roommate Dakota hide some mistletoe….
(((OOC: I started this early because I don't know what my schedule is gonna be like with my Dad having surgery..))))
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Post by dakotademolay on Dec 14, 2009 16:47:12 GMT -5
When Dakota had finished her baking for the Christmas party and headed out to the nearby Catholic Church she never expected that she’d be returning home with an extra guest, she really hoped that Blair didn’t mind, her friend had a good heart and she was sure that she would be fine with him.
Every year since her mother’s death, Dakota had gone to church Christmas eve to light a candle and pray for her. Aunt Cassie usually accompanied her, it was the only time that she could get Cassie to set foot in a church but she had done so each year especially for Dakota and in the memory of her sister, for despite their many differences and heated arguments Cassie had loved her big sister Elizabeth dearly. This was the first year that Dakota had, had to make the visit alone, as Cassie was now living in Europe with Jean-Claude. She missed Cassie and Jean-Claude terribly and even after five years there still wasn’t a day go by that she didn’t miss her mother, before the accident they’d gone to midnight mass every year together.
This year when Dakota had snuck into the church late in the afternoon, she’d thought she was alone when she’d began her ritual. Kneeling before the alter of god and the candle she’d lit, Dakota had eventually realised that she had an audience watching her, she must have looked a sight clad head to foot in black motorcycle leathers in the house of god but it hadn’t deterred the curious stranger. There was something about him that had drawn Dakota to him, he seemed a devout man but somehow lost. He spoke strangely and it reminded Dakota of a soldier shell shocked from a war. He didn’t seem to have anywhere to go for Christmas and Dakota knew that if her mother had been here that she would have taken him in to share what little they had and so in memory of her mother she had insisted the seemingly lost stranger who had called himself Castiel, come home to share Christmas with her, Blair and all their friends. For Dakota had mistook him for a homeless man lost, confused and down on his luck, needing company for the holidays and had no idea what he truly was. Up until recently Dakota herself had been homeless for a while, sleeping under the stars when her money had run out.
Pulling up in the drive way of Blair’s cabin, Dakota switched off the engine of her bike and kicked on the stand before turning back to face her passenger Castiel. She’d insisted that he wore her helmet, as she never took passengers unless their safety was attended too even before her own as she considered herself responsible for them while they rode with her, of course she had no idea that her passenger required no helmet.
”Well, this it. I hope my riding didn’t scare you too much.” she grinned politely at him,”Now, we’d better get inside before my friend Blair sends out a search party and don’t worry she’ll be glad to have you join us, after all that’s what Christmas is about.”
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Post by Misery Martinique on Dec 18, 2009 15:31:52 GMT -5
Misery wasn’t what you would call a ‘party girl’; well, at least the kind that got invited to them; so you can imagine her surprise to have received the cutesy invite from Dakota and Blair. It was utter insanity!
The witch had never been very good at making friends, and making a sufficient first impression; yeah right! Regardless of her awkwardness at social gatherings, here she was, sliding into some heels (gasp!) and putting red gloss on her pouty lips. The dress she’d chosen was pretty festive in her opinion. It was a long red velvet number that draped off the shoulder, a plunging neckline, had beautiful black beading at the bottom, and hugged her curves just right. She left her loose and long; a water fall of chocolate waves around her shoulders and halfway down her back. The witch was more dressed up than she liked, but hell, Christmas parties only came around once a year; for her, once a lifetime.
Blair’s estate wasn’t that far a drive from Misery’s apartment. She pulled the JEEP Wrangler up next to a nice motorcycle and made her way to the door.
It was some nice digs. If it hadn’t been Blair, she would have probably cased the joint for later. Instead she forced a smile and rang the doorbell; peering through the large window and into a festively decorate home.
Misery was an antsy kind of girl. She didn’t bother waiting for someone to let her in. The witch pushed through the door and stepped inside, pausing to inhale the rich, sweet aroma of holiday cooking. “Hope y’all ready.” She said with a smirk. “Misery’s here and it ain’t a party with a little sweet misery.”
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Post by Blair Winters on Dec 18, 2009 16:08:23 GMT -5
Blair was cooking when she heard her festive doorbell ring to the tune. Then her door creak open, she peak her head out to see who it was. It was Misery, she was wearing a beautiful red dress with her hair flowing down. She threw her apron off and walk towards her living room. Once she was in the area Blair smiled and waved, “Greetings Mis, I’m glad you could make it! You look wonderful.”
Blair made a welcoming gesture, “Welcome to my Home. Do ya want an grand ol’ tour? The food is almost done cookin, so only a matter of time.”
She glanced at the clock, Blair hoped that everyone would arrived soon. They had so much food to get rid of. No way all the stuff would fit into her freezer.
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Post by Jeff Hayes on Dec 21, 2009 15:42:27 GMT -5
Ryan Donnelly (current alias) Jeff was nervous as he drove out to Blair’s cabin. When he was on assignment, Jeff tried not to form attachments to people. Everything was business and acting. He didn’t make friends and tried really hard not to make enemies, though that was kind of unavoidable when you were an undercover cop pretending to be a drug dealer, or a murderer, or whoever it was he needed to be.
But, Blair had opened his eyes to a whole new world, literally. One where hacking a guy’s head off was the norm and you kept rock salt and iron close at all times for easy access. He’d been doing some research since he’d met Blair, and he was amazed at how much he hadn’t known about the supernatural. He still wasn’t sure how much of it he believed, but with some of the things he’d experienced when he was a cop in Boston he couldn’t explain away everything.
Jeff was not allowed to visit his friends and family while he was undercover. Normally he could handle it okay, keeping in touch through careful phone calls and emails, but this job was overflowing into the holiday season. Since he’d gone to prison, his family had become distant. When Jeff had taken the position as an undercover officer, he’d had to distance himself even further from them. Not being able to visit them for the holidays was especially difficult.
Since he’d met Blair undercover and she only knew him as Ryan Donnelly, visiting her wouldn’t blow his cover the way visiting his family would. He’d been surprised to receive an invitation for this party, but he figured spending time with a new friend was better than drinking alone in his motel room.
He pulled into the driveway as a brunette was walking up to the front door. He pocketed his car keys and approached the cabin, arriving at the door as Blair was offering the woman a tour. He hung back awkwardly with his hands in his pockets and offered his best attempt at a smile.
“Hey,” he said to Blair with a nod of his head. Whatever was cooking inside, it smelled delicious, mixed with the scent of pine.
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Post by Pete Ashby on Dec 24, 2009 19:54:08 GMT -5
Pete rolled along the interstate in his Ford F250 Truck, he had only had for about 6 months but it was proving to be one of the best purchases he had made, he wound down the window and turned up the radio, Rock and roll train by AC/DC was playing he began to tap on the steering wheel, he had just spent a couple of days with his folks and he was relishing the chance to spend a bit of time in the company of strangers, even though he had only meet Dakota a few weeks ago she had been gracious enough to invite him for a Christmas party.
He hadn't been to a Christmas party before so he wasn't exactly sure of what he had to do being in the army had always meant serving at Christmas time or just getting a few crates of beer in and watching a bit of football, he doubted this was going to be the same thing though, he tapped his steering wheel to the tune, he noticed the traffic seemed to be getting heavier, but he would be turning off soon anyway so he just slowed down and matched the pace of the cars in front, as he sat behind a family of five who seemed to be heading home for Christmas, he noticed it began to snow.
Crawling along at snail pace he fount his turn off and drove down the off ramp he came to a stop at the traffic lights in front, he quickly looked down at the note he had made with Dakotas address on it and typed it into the sat nav, he preferred to drive without the aid of one, he always thought getting lost was part of the journey, but at the same time he knew the benefits as well and this was certainly one of them.
He followed the directions given by the SatNav and fount himself pulling into the driveway, there were already two cars and a bike occupying the driveway he parked up by the kerb and parked up, he quickly checked the rear-view mirror and checked his appearance, he climbed out of the truck and proceed up the driveway and rang the bell to announce his arrival
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Post by Blair Winters on Dec 26, 2009 23:27:36 GMT -5
Blair was just about to start her little tour when a familiar face came in; it was Goldilocks minus the three bears. Well one bear would be making an appearance but still down two. Oh man, does she torture that poor man.Her mind wondered why he wasn’t with his family on Christmas Eve, unless he doesn’t have any family just like she did. Curiosity hit and she so badly wanted to ask but not in front of other people. She didn’t want to embarrass him.
Ryan was at a distance, he had his hand in his pockets. He gave an bad smile with the nod of his head, ”Hey.”
She gave him a big smile and made a motion with her hand to indicate to come closer, ”Howdy Ryan, I’m glad you made it. “
Although she really wanted to ask him what was wrong Blair decided to keep that back.Blair made a motion to Misery, “This is Misery. Misery this is my uh..friend Ryan.”
Stopping to think what she was doing, then the memory popped in her head. A tour. Blair moved forward and motioned them to follow, “Ah yes a tour. Follow me.”
She went towards her bedroom door and open a door adjacent to it and flipped a switch. The light revealed a set of stairs. Blair put her hand lightly on the railing and climbed them and waited In the hallway. Once they were there, Blair showed them each room. The two smaller bedrooms were obviously decorated for little kids.
Pointing at the last door she did not open. Blair let out a little snicker, “That is D’s room. I’m afraid to go in there…some things are better off a mystery.”
After the tour upstairs was over. Blair traveled down the stairs and showed off the rooms downstairs. Once the tour was over she pointed to the alcohol on a table,” Have at it. I’ll be in the kitchen slaving over the oven. Ya can also figure out how to work my music player in the livin room too.”
Blair gave them a smile before strutting to her kitchen. Taking her white jacket over and replacing it with an apron. She did various thing around the kitchen, which including checking the meat and other various things.
She peeked outta the room and snapped her fingers at Ryan, “Hey you, come here!”
Blair went back near the oven and leaned against the kitchen island,” Ya wanna tell me what’s up with ya?”
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Post by Jeff Hayes on Jan 2, 2010 15:16:02 GMT -5
Ryan Donnelly (current alias) Jeff stepped inside, nodding to Misery when she was introduced. Blair took them on a tour of the house, and Jeff memorized the layout of the place, taking note of exits. He looked around at different photos and things, observing everything. A cop's habit he'd never gotten rid of.
Jeff looked around at the bedrooms, wondering if she had siblings, or if maybe her friend had kids.
He followed Blair downstairs and grabbed a beer when she pointed out the alcoholic beverages, cracking it open and taking a sip. He heard a doorbell ring and glanced up at the door.
"Hey you," he heard Blair say from the kitchen, "come here." Jeff shrugged to Misery and took his beer into the kitchen.
"What's up? Nice place," he said.
"Ya wanna tell me what's up with ya?" Blair asked. Jeff gave her a quizzical look, not sure what she meant.
"Uh... I'm at your party... having a beer," he said, tilting the bottle at her for emphasis before taking a sip.
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Post by Michelle Owens on Jan 2, 2010 15:35:57 GMT -5
Michelle arrived a few minutes later than she'd said she would. Alright, she arrived about a half an hour later, but a girl had to look her best, right? She'd told Dakota she'd help set up before people started showing up, but obviously that wasn't going to happen. She hoped D and Blair had done okay without her help. Michelle got out of her car and walked up the driveway, her black high heels clicking as she went. She took off her aviator sunglasses and propped them on the top of her head. There was a man standing outside the door already, waiting apparently. "They keepin' you in suspense?" she asked as she stopped beside him, putting a hand on her hip. "That's probably my fault. I left 'em kind of short handed."She leaned forward and rang the doorbell.
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Post by Pete Ashby on Jan 4, 2010 11:45:40 GMT -5
Pete was beginning to get slightly impatient at being left outside so Long, but he also knew that at this time of the year people were always busy doing something else and often forgot things, he was about to ring the doorbell again when he was aware of a beautiful women standing at the side of him.
"They keepin' you in suspense?" she asked as she stopped beside him, putting a hand on her hip. "That's probably my fault. I left 'em kind of short handed.", he looked her up and down and smiled, this was turning out to be a good idea after all,
"Nah, I'm guessing they haven't heard me, I'm Pete Ashby." He said smiling and extending a hand out, "I take I you must have known her quite a while then?" Pete asked whilst they waited for the door to be answered "To be honest with you I only met her a few weeks ago, but I must have done something right though, I'm guessing she doesn't invite just anybody to these parties"
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Post by dakotademolay on Jan 5, 2010 4:51:37 GMT -5
(Sorry Cas I had to move us inside and sorry to those I’ve held up) She was running late, Dakota knew that she’d spent far too long at the church but it couldn’t be helped and after she’d brought her new friend Castiel inside and deposited him in the dining room with hurried introductions to the other guests, Dakota excused herself and pulled Blair aside to privately explain where she’d found her new friend and why she’d invited him home to join them. She hadn’t wanted the other guests to over hear, there was no need to embarrass the poor man about his situation but this was Blair’s home and she should know the truth, she hoped that Blair wouldn’t mind her impulsiveness with inviting him to join them. Once she’d checked on her cake, Dakota raced upstairs to get dressed before more people arrived. This was the very first Christmas Party that she’d ever thrown, actually it was the first party she’d ever thrown, living on the road with no home had never afforded her little luxuries like this before and since she’d made the decision to move in with Blair she hadn’t regretted it for a moment. Dakota had been considering Blair’s offer of sharing her cabin for a while but with her dire state of finances she had resisted the offer until she could afford to pay her share of the bills but when Blair had been attacked and hospitalised a while back Dakota had made the snap decision to move in and take care of her friend once she had been released from the hospital. After that, things had began to work out better than Dakota had expected, her ebay sales had finally gone through and she had cash once more and with a fixed address and a space of her own she could hit more garage sales and flea markets for collectables to resell. She hadn’t gotten rich by any means but she was comfortable once again, which basically meant she could afford three regular meals a day and all the mud cake she could eat. A room of her own and extra money meant Dakota could afford another little luxury….clothes!! Only being able to own what she could carry on her bike would allow her just the basics but now Dakota owned her own wardrobe….well, Blair actually owned it but Dakota rented it and during her tours of the local garage sales, flea markets and opp shops she’d actually managed to find some interesting items to put in it. Among those was the very first dress Dakota had ever owned.. Dresses had never been her forte but after the beautiful vintage beaded number she’d worn for the murder mystery weekend, she’d found that she did have a tiny little bit of a girly side wanting to get out, she’d just never admit it. Or maybe it was more of a case that someone had brought that side out of her. Dakota’s eyes wandered to the tiny wrapped Christmas present that sat on the near empty dressing table next to her gun and holster and she wondered if the intended recipient would show tonight to receive it or would it remain wrapped. The package contained a small hand carved wooden wolf that she had made herself, a talent her mother had once told Dakota she had inherited from her father. As Dakota hurriedly slipped into her new pre-loved dress that she brought at a flea market the previous weekend for $15, she heard the doorbell go, it was getting on for 7pm and more guests were arriving, she’d have to hurry, she slipped on the shoes she’d brought the same day from another stall and quickly rushed down the stair case, wobbling on each step as she was unaccustomed to wearing heals, her feet were much more at home in her sturdy motor cycle boots. The doorbell went a second time and Dakota increased her speed but in her haste and unaccustomed to wearing heals she stumbled on the bottom step and went crashing into the front door with a huge thud! ”Ar…CRAP!!!”Well the heals were definitely going in the trash, Dakota thought to herself as pulled open the front door while she kicked off the offending shoes and quickly bent down to scoop them up before greeting her guests. ”Michelle…..Pete!!” she said grinning enthusiastically up at them from a stooped position before straightening back up with offending shoes in hand and happy to see that they’d both come. ” Just give me one sec, “ Dakota said as she hobbled past them with a slight limp toward the garbage can and tossed the evil shoes in before quickly hobbling back to her guests. ” I swear, I’m never attempting to wear heals again, I’d sooner run naked through Alaska in January.”holding open the door for Pete and Michelle she waited patiently for the pair to enter before ushering them both in toward the other guests and hoping that Blair hadn’t noticed that she’d ditched her semi new shoes and was now wandering around barefoot.
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Post by Misery Martinique on Jan 5, 2010 12:35:56 GMT -5
Misery forced a smile and nodded when Blair asked if she wanted a tour. She was still feeling a little insecure about the whole ‘I’m a decent girl who wouldn’t even THINK about stealing that very nice vase off your fireplace mantel’ and thought that starting out simple by getting a glimpse of how the other half lived might be helpful in some way. Sure, she’d lived in a nice respectable house with her father up until the ordeal but it had never really been a home so to speak. Most of the time she was either out in the swamps with the slithering creatures or holed up in her room to stay as far away from the cruel man as possible. It was how he liked it as well.
Of course, those times she had ventured around the house while her father was there it was always ‘Don’t touch that, it was your mother’s’ or ‘Your dirty feet are tracking up the floor!’ Simply put, the house and its nick-knacks had meant more to the man than the daughter he loathed vehemently. Something she had gotten used to a long time ago.
This...this being invited in and welcomed was just...strange to the witch.
However, before the tour could begin the pair was interrupted by a new arrival; a man Blair introduced as her ‘friend’ Ryan. Misery couldn’t help but notice the slight tentative expression the kind woman wore while introducing him and she wondered briefly if Blair wanted more than friends from the guy. It caused her lip to quiver up just a bit; the whisper of a grin. She inclined her head to the dubious stranger in greeting and returned her attention to Blair.
Once the tour had begun the witch was surprised at how warm the place was. Not physically warm, but amiable in a way her home had never been. The children’s rooms made her smile, and since she hadn’t known the woman but for a short period of time, she had no idea if Blair had children or if they were for guests. They looked lived in, but tidy. Not the tornado stricken place you’d usually assume belonged to a kid that lived there permanently. She made a mental note to ask about it later when Blair wasn't so busy.
Misery had to chuckle out loud when they came to Dakota’s room and the woman the ‘mystery’ comment, thinking that D had struck her as a sort of oddball, much like herself.
After Blair excused herself to take care of the food, Misery made her way over to the bar and poured herself rum over ice, taking a long heavy swallow to calm her nerves. She tried not to focus on how much money some of the furnishings in the room were, but as a professional cat burglar by trade; some habits were hard to break. She downed the drink quickly and made herself another, and then wandered over to the ‘music player’ Blair had pointed out. She was trying to find a decent CD to throw in when she saw Dakota rush past, and in the process break the heel of her shoe.
The witch giggled aloud; knowing first hand how hard it was to wear the evil things, and when she saw D toss hers, Misery followed, throwing her own in after them. “Hey! If you don’t hafta’ wear those damn things tonight, then I ain’t gonna’ either!” She offered D a genuine smile and crossed her arms over her chest tentatively. “You look great by the way, Cherie.”
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Post by Blair Winters on Jan 6, 2010 18:50:07 GMT -5
Blair’s question got her a puzzled looked. Not to mention a smart aleck remark," Uh... I'm at your party... having a beer.”
He even tilted the bottle of beer at her before taking a sip.
Her jaw dropped a little then she quickly snapped it back up. She shook her head before giving him a small snicker, “Not really what I was going for smartass. What I meant was, I just wanted to know what you have been up to since the last I seen ya. What’s that called? Ah catching up. Ya know people do that when they haven’t seen each other in awhile…”
Blair gave a 'what now look', this was gonna be the battle of the smart mouths.
She leaned onto the island using her forearms as support. Blair got a little curious twinkle in her eye, “If ya don’t mind me asking. What were your Christmases like?”
Dakota finally made it back from the church…but with a man with her. He was quite strange man and dressed like a tax man….just like her. Dakota pulled her aside and told her about his situation and also asking her if it was okay.
Blair smiled and nodded at her roomie. Making sure no one could hear her,” D, he is always welcome in my home. Ya know I'm always helpful to the less fortunate.”
Then her friend checked on her cake and ran upstairs. Blair handled some buffet trays,”Can ya help me put some stuff out? I normally wouldn’t ask a guest but there is too much stuff.”
Once some timers went off, Blair started to put out various things from the oven. Each meat had cooked the way it should and each had a different delicious smell.
Blair’s personal favorite was the beef brisket and of course turkey.Her less then favorite was the fish,she pushed that towards Ryan.Blair cut the meats and put each on a different buffet tray. Once each thing was done she picked up one filled with food and went in to the dining room to place them into an buffet server.
That is when Dakota made her entrance…in a dress. For the first time in history, Dakota was in high heels…. Oh boy someone was going to get hurt and it certainly was going to be going to be Dakota. Blair’s prediction was right Dakota tripped on the way to the door and a loud thud was hear and a curse, “”Ar…CRAP!!!”
Blair cringed at D’s fall and peeked into the room. Once she made sure Dakota was okay she went back to doing her thing. She could hear a couple things people were saying but not much. Blair glanced over at the tax man and approached him.
The small women held her hand out to him, “Hello Sir, Welcome to my Home. I’m Blair Winters.” -+-
Once the brunette got things settled in the dining room and kitchen.She pulled out a small table from a closet and erected it near the adult table. This was of course the dreaded kid's table. Her little visitors had to sit somewhere.Soon they would arrive, the excitement showed in the brunette's face.
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Post by Darien Buchannon ☠ on Jan 8, 2010 23:40:23 GMT -5
Suits. Man, if there was one thing in the whole freaking world that he hated, it was being forced into a suit. First off, there was the tie that chafed against his neck. Then there was the nice shoes that came along with them, the fact that he had to match his shirt with the rest of his clothes... Hell, no holiday- or friends for that matter- should be worth all of this. But, like some mook who thought he actually had a heart, he'd shoved himself into the little ensamble that his wife had helped pick out earlier that day. Well, at least he'd allowed a bit of a rebellion; he'd exchanged the white button up for a pinstripe shirt and ditched the tie in the backseat of his car. Oh yeah, he was a rebel, man. His Camaro purred as they shot down the highway that would lead to a certain friend's cabin. He and Connie had argued a bit about directions, leading to some 'Ring Around the Unfamiliar Neighborhood' until they'd hooked onto the right streets, but all in all, they'd made good time. Glancing out of his window at the trees and open land, Dare couldn't help but feel a bit...well, 'claustrophobic' wasn't exactly the right word, but hell. Where were the buildings? The clogged roads, pedestrian traffic and angry cabbies? All this open space just wasn't right, man. Finally, after a bit more squabbling and wrong turns, the place came up, all lit and festive and he steered his baby to an empty spot next to a nice little Ford. Man, in his past life, he'd have loved to hotwire half the digs up here...but nope, he was an honest man, now. In a suit, wearing a wedding band and shaved; just your Average Joe. Turning to his wife, he couldn't help but grin and lean forward across the island, snagging a kiss. With a happy 'it's show time!' he hopped out of the car and hurried around to open the door for his beautiful wife. ...And then was very tempted to nudge her back into the car, pull the both of them to the backseat and pretend they were on some hill overlooking the Hudson. Ah, memories of their youth. Making sure she was steady on the little icy path, Dare led them both toward the cottage door. "Alright, baby, here goes nothing. Blair's the woman who lives in here, and...well, I kind of know some of the people in there, but not many. So I figure that we can stop in, say hi, mingle a bit and...CRAP. Were we supposed to bring presents? I might have an unopened DVD in the back that--" Cut off by a loud yell and a gust of wind that blew the front door open, leaving both Dare and Connie standing on the threshold, he found his attention diverted to a very pretty lady...who was currently making the friendlies with the floor. Hoobah, he'd go for dress shoes and slacks any day. "TEN OUTTA TEN!" He said loudly before he could stop himself. With a sympathetic smile to Miss Hottie with the High Heels, he walked them into the cottage and closed the door. "Er...that is...ouch. You alright, lady? And...Merry Christmas everybody!"
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Post by Connie Buchannon on Jan 9, 2010 14:39:46 GMT -5
Connie sat in the passenger seat. She found it interesting how they had slipped back fairly easily into being comfortable with each other. At least comfortable enough to bicker and banter back and forth about how to get to this place. Connie was nervous enough as it was, she wasn't going to know anyone there. Not to mention she was wondering just how Dare knew this woman who owned the place. On top of that, they were wandering around in the middle of nowhere trying to find some 'cabin'. Connie had visions of the movie Deliverance in her head. That thought elicited a shudder.
They finally made it and Connie heaved a sigh of relief to see that it was something more than the ramshackle shack that the word 'cabin' had conjured up in her head. Connie let out a sigh as Dare gave her a quick kiss before he rushed over to open the door for her. The man was a jumble of contradictions. Ruthless and hard when he needed to be, then bending over backward to be the perfect gentlemen... well maybe not perfect, which made it even better. Who really wanted perfect?
Connie stepped out of the car. She couldn't resist the urge to straighten Dare's collar a bit. He really did clean up well, not that she minded his everyday look either. Connie's little red dress and gold accessories went well with his all black suit. He looked damn good and she didn't utter a word about him ditching the tie. She really couldn't blame him.
Dare had his arm around her, guiding her up the path. He started jabbering about who was there, mingling a bit, then he suddenly stopped mid-sentence. Concerned about a gift he was talking about heading back to the car. Connie had just lifted up the bottle of champagne she had been holding at her side. It was encased in a satiny gift bag. Before she could say anything they were both distracted by the opening of the door and a thud followed by a loud curse.
Connie elbowed Dare in the side and rolled her eyes as he made a very loud comment. She didn't know the woman but she could sympathize. Men just had no idea the difficulty of high heels. Though Connie didn't mind. She liked dressing up, but it didn't mean it was easy. Chuckling softly she mentally gave the woman a 'thumbs up' as she tossed the shoes in the trash and another dark haired woman followed suit.
At least the little incident had broken some of the tension Connie was feeling. Allowing her to smile a bit. Though she still stuck close to Dare's side and stayed quiet for now. She wasn't sure what kind of reception she was going to get, showing up with Dare at the party.
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