[ hahah, I just realised that in my last reply I wrote ‘desert’ instead of ‘dessert’
Oh wow, that’s a little embarrassing ]
[ I’m away out to the theatre now for the show tonight. At least I’m feeling a little better now. See you all later! ]
Truth be told, Seb only drank wine at the family dinners. He hated it otherwise. Scotch and beer, that was his preferred life. Couldn’t make him a gentleman 24/7, after all.
"Oh, we will, we will, granted he’s not dragged into the conversation." He agreed, chuckling again as he sipped at his own glass.
They’d been halfway through dessert when Corey noticed Jen (not so) slightly ogling Severin, and having noticed that same look directed towards Seb before, he decided to say something about it.
"You shouldn’t look at family members like you want to jump them. It’s creepy." He commented, making Jen look around to him, frowning.
"I’m not looking at anyone in any way. Mind your own business." She said defensively, causing Corey to scoff and shake his head, muttering fairly loudly into his dessert.
"Fine. Wouldn’t want to know about your incestuous three-way fantasies anyway."
"COREY DANIEL!” Came his mother’s horrified and angry tone, belting out as Jen’s mouth gaped in offence.
"What? You know she thinks that." Corey gave out a protest, their voices starting to rise. "Schmoozing up to her cousins, it’s disgusting-"
"How dare you!” Came Jen’s shrill shriek, and then they were off.
As the volume grew loud and plates started to threaten to become airborne, Seb took Chey’s hand and swiftly left the room like a wraith, barely making a sound and barely noticed. At that point the family would only notice their absence when they calmed down again.
He let out a chuckle and a sigh once they were far enough away from the dining room. “Sorry. Didn’t want either of us getting pulled into that one.” They walked towards the room with the tree and beyond, towards a mostly enclosed balcony overlooking the rear of the property, and the now-dark forest nearby.
As the time went on, especially as they were into desert by now, Chey was starting to doubt whether an argument would kick off or not. It all seemed to pleasant - too ‘advert’ family like - almost hard to believe really. Maybe neither of them would win that bet after all.
Once desert had been served Cheyanne chose to step back as it were from the conversation for a while, merely going to just listening. She was content enough, eating slowly when she picked up on Corey and Jen’s conversation. She was subtle though, only side-glancing to them as they spoke. Truthfully, she couldn’t help a smirk as the younger called her out on her actions - hey, the kid was smart. She was halfway through a bite however when his mother cried out, causing her to jump and nearly choke on her food. She swallowed and picked up a napkin, coughing into it. Eh, at least she was delicate about it.
Now though she couldn’t really care about who was closer for the bet, for the scene was just far too funny. Long time coming though, but as she watched out for the threats and the growing tension between the family members, she made no hesitation in taking Seb’s hand and following him wherever he would lead her. Once out the room though and well out of earshot, she burst out laughing.
“Oh my god - you weren’t joking, were ya’?” she chuckled as they carried on through the corridors, Chey leaning into him as she cast a quick glance behind them. “I can only assume that was a long time coming. Holy hell - are we going for some air?”
Liam couldn’t help but laugh at her words, despite knowing that she probably could. She’d given him a run for her money a few times, and he wouldn’t be surprised if she did it all over again. “I don’t doubt that you will.” He smirked.
When she kept her arms around him, he pulled her closer, hugging her tight and comfortingly, happy that she was already letting go of her anger towards him. Or, at least some of it, anyway. Enough to want to be close with him again, to go out and have a few drinks and hang out.
He laughed and nodded his head as she pulled away, knowing that he was going to get it when he least expected it, so he might as well not even watch his back. The more unaware that he is, the quicker it would be over and she wouldn’t have any reason to hit him again. Hah. Sound logic, to him!
“‘Course I remember what ya drink! I drink the same damn thing,” he chuckled,then turned to lead her the rest of the way to the bar, a few steps, then opened the door for her. Always a gentleman. “Have a few drinks, maybe dance a bit. Wel;; have some fun, just like ol’ times.”
Oh she definitely could give him a run for his money, and prided herself very much so on it. It was the unexpected thing that she loved about it, really. Put the two of them side-by-side and bets on who would be stronger? It certainly was never her picked. Ha.
Despite the previous tensions though she was happy enough to let go of the majority of her anger, just over the moon that she finally had him back. Besides, she could never stay all that angry at him anyway, no matter what he did. That was he way it always was.
She rolled her eyes playfully at him, bringing back her arms and following him the short distance to the bar. “Hey, tastes can change and you could have forgotten like… everything about me.” She was clutching at straws here, but was sassing him nonetheless. As he held the door for her she offered him a curt nod, eyes going immediately to their usual spot - thankfully, empty. Without a second thought she was already sat in her favourite stool, spinning to face him.
"I like the sound of that - but you ain’t getting me drunk, Mr. I’d like to be able to remember my way home," she smirked, eyes lighting up as the bartender approached them.
"Cheyanne, right? My fellow Christmas enthusiast!"
"Is that what I’m famous for now? Wey-hey."
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I’M GETTING MIXED MESSAGES this iSN’T USEFUL
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"Well considering one of them is your gift, no I’m not telling," she said looking at her best friend and shaking her head. "So where do you want to go first and then I need to buy stuff to make the house safe for kids, again." She said laughing looking at her friend as she rubbed her tummy.
Chey pouted, but soon changed to a silly grin. “I already have your gift, wrapped nicely waiting to be delivered.” To be honest, she was scarily well organised this year, with everyone’s gifts ready and wrapped. “Well I was really going to be following you around today, seeing as you’re needing stuff.”
Harry nodded and looked at her best friend and tears welled up in her eyes as she covered her face. She never cried, not ever…that was a lie. But she never cried without a reason. Shaking she wiped at her eyes and continued into the shoppe. “So—uh what are we looking for?”
Chey was just behind Harry, though catching up, frowned at her tears. “What’s wrong? I didn’t offend you with the tree thing, did I?”