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Post by Sally Fitch/Clever Else on Feb 25, 2013 21:33:08 GMT -5
Else had gotten everyone a drink and now they were standing around the living room, discussing hopes for the future. She raised her glass of water. "To new beginnings... and many, MANY happy endings." She toasted. Hans put his arm around her waist.
And then she choked on her drink. For Captain Hook was in the entrance way. Hans' glass cracked in his strong grasp.
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Post by Ariel on Feb 25, 2013 21:54:44 GMT -5
Ariel actually choked on her drink when watched Hook come through the door. So much for not thinking about him tonight and what that lasted 3 mins...
Ariel stared at him not being able to do much else.
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Post by "Mad" Hatter/Jefferson March on Feb 25, 2013 22:34:37 GMT -5
Jefferson had raised his own glass to toast when he heard Hook's voice. He froze himself.
There was a moment of awkward silence before Jefferson spoke first. "I'm sorry Miss Else, I must not have shut the door. It appears as if trash blown in from the street."
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Post by Sally Fitch/Clever Else on Feb 26, 2013 7:53:27 GMT -5
Hans was about to go over there... probably to cave the pirate's head in... but Else sharply put up a hand to his chest to stop him in his tracks. She walked over to Hook.
"Captain Jones, what an unexpected surprise..." Else said politely, jaw tightened, and eyes narrowed.
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Post by Captain Killian 'Hook' Jones on Feb 26, 2013 9:56:04 GMT -5
"You can relax gentlemen, I'm not here to steal away your ladies tonight," he smirked as walked past Else and over by Jefferson, letting his hook catch on his sleeve and pop off one of the buttons,"Though Else, Love, you really ought to have that lock looked at- a man with only one hand got through it with hardly any trouble, I can't imagine what might happen if a half wit with two hands got through"
The captain took a seat at the table, playing with a piece of silverware between his fingers," is there rum?"
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Post by Sally Fitch/Clever Else on Feb 26, 2013 10:14:35 GMT -5
Else stared him down, refusing to be unnerved. "Hans..." Her husband was at her side, ready to throw the unwanted guest out. "Prepare another place setting." Hans blinked at her. "I don't want anything to spoil this night." And a violent throwing out of her pirate friend, no matter how on the fence she was about him, would spoil it. She just had to be sure that Ariel and Jefferson would still have a good night.
"'Rum', will be served with Dinner, shortly." She addressed Hook, before turning on her heel to go out into the kitchen. "A word, Captain Jones?" Else called over her shoulder, before the door closed behind her.
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Post by Ariel on Feb 26, 2013 13:39:15 GMT -5
Ariel sat stunned that was the only word for it. She had never expected this Hook just showing up. She looked over to Jefferson he looked less than pleased.
"Well that was unexpected?" Was all she could say to Jefferson.
Why was he here anyway? Ariel wanted to find out but she would have to wait for a better time.
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Post by Captain Killian 'Hook' Jones on Feb 26, 2013 16:03:43 GMT -5
Hook got up and followed Else into the kitchen with his usual cocky grin," You can't say you didn't expect to see me again, Love. By the ay, you're cooking is just as... tantalizing, as it was before"
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Post by Sally Fitch/Clever Else on Feb 26, 2013 17:50:49 GMT -5
Hook followed her in. Else went straight to the cutting board to finish the salad. She chopped at the vegetables with too much fervor, but she didn't miss a cut.
"Wash you hands please." Hook huffed. "WASH THEM." She turned on the sink water and plunked down the soap in front of him. As he reluctantly set about the task, she looked over at him, pointing her chopping knife at him. "You will be cordial, minimize the talk back, and for gods' sake... let Ariel have her time with Jefferson, unspoiled. My house, my rules... abide by them or get out." She said curtly, throwing his own ship rules back in his face. Though her chopping came to a halt. "...Though I wish you to stay... Gods knows when we will see each other again... or... 'if'..." Her eyes were getting wet. "I want this to be a good night... to be remembered... to be a comfort to Ariel and I when...when you..." She quickly rubbed at an eye with the back of her hand. "...When you go off to do what you must."
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Post by Captain Killian 'Hook' Jones on Feb 26, 2013 18:57:23 GMT -5
"Hand Love, I've only got the one..."
He smirked and ran his fingers under the water and handled the soap as best he could,"...I'll I'll do the best I can-" He looked up at her.... was she crying? Over him?
He tilted his head and came over to her," Love.... please don't worry about me...." He dried his hand then lifted her chin," And please don't cry... I really can't stand it when a beautiful woman cries..."
he wiped away the tears and pulled her into his arms, kissing her forehead lightly," I'll do my best to come back to you..."
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Post by Ariel on Feb 26, 2013 19:07:44 GMT -5
Ariel was walking by the kitchen while looking for the bathroom when she saw Hook and Else. Else was just as worried about him as Ariel herself was tears brimmed her eyes and that thought.
This wasn't her moment it was their's so she walked further down the hallway. Damn it at this rate her make up would be ruined. She closed the bathroom door and tried to stop the tears.
Hook would probably die and he never know what he meant to her it was probably better this way. She had something new enter her life but that didn't mean she didn't still care if Hook lived or died.
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Post by Simple Hans/Fletcher Fitch on Feb 26, 2013 20:17:25 GMT -5
Hans came in through the kitchen door... just as the pirate's lips were departing from Else's forehead. The pirate didn't even make a move to part from Else when he spotted the tall man.
Hans set his jaw, but he quietly retrieved the makings for another place setting and went back out into the dinning room in silence, giving his wife a look before leaving.
He plopped the place setting down on the table, mirroring his dislike of the scurvy pirate... and then began arranging it nicely. Else would be upset if he didn't. He glanced over at Jefferson while he laid the silverware out. "So how long have YOU known the asshole in the kitchen with my wife?" He asked, conversationally.
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Post by Sally Fitch/Clever Else on Feb 26, 2013 20:29:51 GMT -5
The tension in Else's body left as Hans walked back into the dining room. He had walked in on her while she was being very receptive to a hug. A HUG... but it was enough to upset him. She pulled away from Hook.
"Alright then... happy faces." she said to herself. She took the chopped vegetables and slid them into the large salad bowl. "Just, go on out there and tell them dinner is almost ready... and take these." She went to the fridge and handed him about three different wine bottles, tucking them in various places on his person. She had only intended on using ONE... but with the way Hook didn't like to share a bottle, and the fact that everyone was going to need A LOT more then one and a half glasses to get through this dinner... why the hell not? Else would have to be satisfied with her juice, though...
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Post by Captain Killian 'Hook' Jones on Feb 27, 2013 10:11:21 GMT -5
He offered her another small smile before returning to the dinner table, but only three bottles? One for him of course, Hans could was more than capable of drinking his own Hook guessed, Else would want to stay away perhaps being an expecting mother... So Ariel and March wee the light weights then. Ariel, he of course had already seen handle her liquor, and despite the mans height perhaps March was no better at it. Maybe they really were meant for each other....
He came out with a grin on his face and set down the wine on the table, glancing around he noticed Ariel was gone,"Where's Ariel gone off to?"
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Post by Simple Hans/Fletcher Fitch on Feb 27, 2013 11:11:26 GMT -5
"In the bathroom." Hans said. He watched as Hook sat at the end of the table, opening up a bottle of wine for himself and taking a swig from the bottle. Well obviously that was HIS bottle... even though it was paid for out of Hans' pocket.
The tension between the three men was thick enough for a sword to cut through.
"So..." Hans said, drumming his large hands on the table. He didn't know how to do this. Else was the conversation-starter.
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