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Post by "Mad" Hatter/Jefferson March on Feb 27, 2013 13:53:13 GMT -5
Jefferson was about to answer Hans that he knew nothing of the pirate, when Hook came out. The pirate had already cracked open one of the three bottles almost as if challenging the other two to Alpha male status. "Hey, Hook! You going to share those?" Jefferson finally spoke, accepting Hook's silent challenge.
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Post by Ariel on Feb 27, 2013 14:38:30 GMT -5
Ariel fixed her make up well the best she could anyway. She left the bathroom and made her way into the kitchen. Maybe Else needed help and that would be a great distraction.
"Hey Else can I help you with anything?" Ariel asked really not wanting to go back in the dinning room until she could rein in her emotions a bit more.
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Post by Sally Fitch/Clever Else on Feb 27, 2013 16:06:49 GMT -5
Else turned to see Ariel sneaking in. The poor thing looked like she was about to fall apart. Or perhaps she already had.
"Oh, Ariel, hon." She wiped her hands on her apron and took the mermaid in a tight hug. "I know this night isn't going exactly as we had planned... but let us make it a good one. For all of our sakes." Else comforted her. She pulled away, wiping away some stray mascara that Ariel had missed. "Let's get to know your dashing Jefferson better. Let's be the classy company that the Captain isn't used to surrounding himself with. And most importantly... let's keep Hans from wringing Killian's neck... I fear he might if we don't lighten the mood." Else was only half kidding, but it elicited a laugh from the red head.
"Do you want to take out the salad and garlic bread?" She retrieved the bowl and basket and handed it to Ariel. I'll follow you in with the main course and side..." Else gave her a broad smile, even though inside she felt a little uneasy. So many emotions were stirring up...
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Post by Captain Killian 'Hook' Jones on Feb 27, 2013 16:43:46 GMT -5
Hook gestured to the bottles on the table," Course, but don't take more than you can handle March"
He smirked and took another swig from his, and smiled setting in down. He knew right off the bat neither of the other men in the room in the least, he could care less- but for Else and Ariel's sake he wanted to be somewhat friendly
"So... Hans, have you and Else picked out names or anything for the baby?'
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Post by Ariel on Feb 27, 2013 16:55:48 GMT -5
Ariel hugged Else back, "I am just so worried, I can't help it."
Once Else broke the hug Ariel wiped her tears with the back of her hand. She laughed a bit at picturing Hans beating Killian over a table full of food.
"Alright I can do that." Ariel grabbed the Salad and bread sticks from Else. She opened the kitchen door with her back and made her way into the dinning room. Putting on a smile and shoving all in emotions down as far as she could. Ariel ran a hand through her hair and took a deep breath. She was a princess at one point and had sat at worse dinners then this with all kinds of suitors Ariel could do this.
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Post by Simple Hans/Fletcher Fitch on Feb 27, 2013 17:07:57 GMT -5
"Else seems convinced that its going to be a girl." Hans said. Unlike Hook, he uncorked a bottle, without so much as a flinch, and then poured a moderate amount into his glass before pushing it towards Jefferson. "We want to name the child after someone we cherished in our lives. Since my mother, gods bless her soul, had a gods awful name... we're thinking Eileen or Eve." He took a sip of his wine, the glass looked so ridiculously small in his hand. "If it's a boy, Gideon, Brennen... or..." Hans sighed. "...my wife seems quite attached to the name 'Killian'... but I'll compromise with 'Ian'..."
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Post by Captain Killian 'Hook' Jones on Feb 27, 2013 17:17:40 GMT -5
Hook suppressed a grin, knowing if he acted like too much of an ass... well, he imagined Hans could only take so much...
"Well.... I'm... I'm sure whatever you decide on it'll fit," he found himself drinking more and more wine even faster than usual.
As Ariel came in he smiled at her and gestured for her to have a seat," You look lovely tonight Ariel"
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Post by Ariel on Feb 27, 2013 17:51:58 GMT -5
Ariel set the plates on the table and sat down next to Jefferson which was also next to Hook...
"Um thank you." She told Hook being polite. When Ariel though she had been through worst dinners then this she was wrong.
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Post by Sally Fitch/Clever Else on Feb 27, 2013 18:07:34 GMT -5
Else pushed the Kitchen door open with her hip and then made her way with a tray of lasagna in one pot-gloved hand, and steamed green beans with sliced almonds in the other. She rested them on the table.
"I hope you all are hungry because there is PLENTY." She grinned. "Oh! And I have another pan in there, but instead of beef, its a spinach and ricotta substitute..." Hans made a face. Else smirked and lightly swatted at him with the towel that had been slung over her shoulder. "SOME of us are watching our meat intake, DEAREST. Gods know I don't want to be delivering a baby the size of an OX when the time comes." She glanced at Hans again. "Who am I kidding, it WILL be the size of an ox... look at the father..." She breathed as she entered to get the other pan.
"Go ahead and dig in, everyone!" She called from the kitchen.
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Post by Simple Hans/Fletcher Fitch on Feb 27, 2013 18:14:14 GMT -5
Hans chuckled, watching his wife walk away. He glanced at Jefferson.
"Else's been reading all these medical journals... DETERMINED that everything will go smooth as silk. I think it's all a steaming load of bull shi-" He cut off as Else came back in. "Missed you, babe."
She gave him a look, eyes narrowed, but lips quirked up in a smile. She knew his opinion of her baby research.
"I'm sure you went through something like this with Gracie's mother, right?"
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Post by "Mad" Hatter/Jefferson March on Feb 27, 2013 20:24:27 GMT -5
Jefferson turned down the one Hans offered him. Instead, he took the full one and popped the top off, taking a guzzle of it from the bottle himself. Well, if Grace's mum Alice was where this conversation was going to go, he needed the drink to be able to continue without sobbing. Jefferson set the bottle down then, as if accepting Hook's 'challenge' before replying to Hans.
"Alice....was a nervous lady when it came to Grace, yes. After all, Grace -was- her first and she...was in a new world..."
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Post by Sally Fitch/Clever Else on Feb 27, 2013 20:35:07 GMT -5
Else noticed that Jefferson had claimed a bottle for himself. "...Perhaps we're going to need more wine..."
She got up. This dinner was getting buried. REALLY FAST. "So ARIEL, are you singing with that Band at the...place? You know? Why don't you talk about THAT." It was a safe topic. Else got back up and trotted back into the kitchen.
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Post by Ariel on Feb 27, 2013 20:51:49 GMT -5
Ariel dished herself out some salad and looked up when she heard her name.
"Oh, yes I am singing at club robin a few nights a week. I do enjoy it at least singing was something I've always been good at even back home." Ariel took a bite of her salad and waited for Else to come back. There wasn't much she could say on the topic not with out boring everyone at the table.
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Post by Simple Hans/Fletcher Fitch on Feb 27, 2013 21:06:06 GMT -5
Hans' blue eyes widened as his wife brought out about three more bottles.
"Ah...babe? What's with the winery?" He asked nervously.
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Post by Sally Fitch/Clever Else on Feb 27, 2013 21:09:23 GMT -5
"Husband, we have YOU, a PIRATE, and a..." she looked over at Jefferson. "...a VERY SAD looking man over there. Besides, we don't really need these in the house in my condition..." She reached over the table to put them towards the center.
"So what kind of music do you sing, Ariel?" She asked, trying to get conversation flowing. "Oh, please pass the beans, Jefferson."
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