Madam Mim
One Big Modern Mess
- Joined
- May 30, 2013
"That's a fair point," Erik conceded with a shrug. He put away the cheap bottle of rum he'd been considering and looked at the higher shelves. Perhaps perfectly good liquor didn't have to go to waste, after all.
Once they had returned to the house Jean Luc looked approvingly at their purchases. "You have good taste," he complimented them before gesturing to a door in the hallway. "Come, everything is ready." He lead them down to the basement where Celine waited.
~*~
Anne Marie looked around in genuine wonder and approval at the explosion of color and culture. Her mother had been from Spain, and her paternal grandmother had been the Turkish wife of the French ambassador; so long as she stayed out of the sun (and she made sure of that) she could "pass," but in her life her complexion had caused her more than one altercation in countries like the Confederacy. She felt strangely comfortable here after spending several days getting sidelong glances from pale people on the street as she walked arm-in-arm with Algie.
"It's marvelous," she grinned.
"Marriage is overrated anyway," Kieran asserted to Raphael's assertion that he couldn't marry a white woman. Women were overrated. He'd fought himself not to pull away when Raphael had taken his arm, still not entirely comfortable with his newfound sexuality. Now his foot slid along Raphael's calf under the table.
"I certainly hope you don't continue to think that way," Anne Marie said lightly. "I want grandchildren, you know." It was as much performance as it was a subtle reminder that they weren't simply socializing. Kieran rolled his eyes.
"Too bad I don't plan on having any," he sniped back. "I hate kids."
Anne Marie snorted and shook her head. "You'll feel differently once you've met the right woman, I'm sure. Now enough talk, dance with me Algie?" She held out her hand and looked hopeful while Kieran sneered derisively.
"Hopeless, that one," he said to Raphael, jerking his thumb at Anne Marie once they'd left the table. "Gold digger, that's all. So..." He took a long sip of his drink before turning in his chair to face his companion and slid one hand down his arm. "Tell me about yourself."
Once they had returned to the house Jean Luc looked approvingly at their purchases. "You have good taste," he complimented them before gesturing to a door in the hallway. "Come, everything is ready." He lead them down to the basement where Celine waited.
~*~
Anne Marie looked around in genuine wonder and approval at the explosion of color and culture. Her mother had been from Spain, and her paternal grandmother had been the Turkish wife of the French ambassador; so long as she stayed out of the sun (and she made sure of that) she could "pass," but in her life her complexion had caused her more than one altercation in countries like the Confederacy. She felt strangely comfortable here after spending several days getting sidelong glances from pale people on the street as she walked arm-in-arm with Algie.
"It's marvelous," she grinned.
"Marriage is overrated anyway," Kieran asserted to Raphael's assertion that he couldn't marry a white woman. Women were overrated. He'd fought himself not to pull away when Raphael had taken his arm, still not entirely comfortable with his newfound sexuality. Now his foot slid along Raphael's calf under the table.
"I certainly hope you don't continue to think that way," Anne Marie said lightly. "I want grandchildren, you know." It was as much performance as it was a subtle reminder that they weren't simply socializing. Kieran rolled his eyes.
"Too bad I don't plan on having any," he sniped back. "I hate kids."
Anne Marie snorted and shook her head. "You'll feel differently once you've met the right woman, I'm sure. Now enough talk, dance with me Algie?" She held out her hand and looked hopeful while Kieran sneered derisively.
"Hopeless, that one," he said to Raphael, jerking his thumb at Anne Marie once they'd left the table. "Gold digger, that's all. So..." He took a long sip of his drink before turning in his chair to face his companion and slid one hand down his arm. "Tell me about yourself."