Annabelle Blishwick (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
forkedroad) wrote2017-02-03 09:56 pm
forkedroad) wrote2017-02-03 09:56 pm
BONER AU: DAY AFTER
Annabelle had always been a decent sleeper, but whenever she and the Tanners were due for some excitement, she often slept restlessly. The previous night had been different, despite her excitement; she'd pretty much fallen asleep the second she'd flopped onto their bed into a deep, hard sleep, soon drooling pretty ungracefully.
And the next day, they all awoke more or less frantically—or at least, Lauren and Annabelle certainly had. Lauren, out of anxiety, and Annabelle out of excitement. The three of them had done their thing, aiding the nice town they were in with their talents.
Now that all the excitement is over, the three of them have been paid for their efforts. They've been invited to a boundless meal, as well as wine and ale, in the evening, because the town, frankly, loves to party, and has a great reason to celebrate. But that invite, though accepted, doesn't help them soon enough, and so they've found themselves at a pub for some lunch.
They're seated at a communal bench table, and the brothers are sitting next to each other across from Annabelle. Annabelle has been desperately trying not to look at Lauren more than she would normally, which has made her realize she has no idea how often she does or doesn't do that kind of thing. Right now, her jaw is set against her palm, thin fingers curled into her dark, wild hair while her eyes are lid downcast at her food, which she's kind of just. stabbing relentlessly (but not so frantically so as to make a pub-wide scene) with her fork.
It's not that she's in a bad mood, or anything—she's been quite chipper, if somewhat stilted and odd. At the moment, she's just lost in reminiscence. She's trying to find what the hell had come over here the night before. She bites her lip, and the fork slips, causing an unpleasant squeak against the porcelain.
And the next day, they all awoke more or less frantically—or at least, Lauren and Annabelle certainly had. Lauren, out of anxiety, and Annabelle out of excitement. The three of them had done their thing, aiding the nice town they were in with their talents.
Now that all the excitement is over, the three of them have been paid for their efforts. They've been invited to a boundless meal, as well as wine and ale, in the evening, because the town, frankly, loves to party, and has a great reason to celebrate. But that invite, though accepted, doesn't help them soon enough, and so they've found themselves at a pub for some lunch.
They're seated at a communal bench table, and the brothers are sitting next to each other across from Annabelle. Annabelle has been desperately trying not to look at Lauren more than she would normally, which has made her realize she has no idea how often she does or doesn't do that kind of thing. Right now, her jaw is set against her palm, thin fingers curled into her dark, wild hair while her eyes are lid downcast at her food, which she's kind of just. stabbing relentlessly (but not so frantically so as to make a pub-wide scene) with her fork.
It's not that she's in a bad mood, or anything—she's been quite chipper, if somewhat stilted and odd. At the moment, she's just lost in reminiscence. She's trying to find what the hell had come over here the night before. She bites her lip, and the fork slips, causing an unpleasant squeak against the porcelain.
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"They're the daft ones if they couldn't appreciate you."
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"Lauren!" she laughs. She doesn't doubt his honesty, which is why her face is red. She manages to peek at him again. "Well, the same to those who passed up the opportunity to have you as well. You're actually very kind."
She dips her eyes along him, breathing out another little giggle.
"With some generous talents, as well."
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"Don't." he says in warning, though he's still smiling from before. He's happy, he can't help it. She is his friend and things seemed to be going okay.
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"Ha!"
It's the same for her, though—she can't think on it for too long. But if she does, she doesn't have some huge, inconvenient erection to deal with, so sympathetically, she lets up.
"Anyway, go collect Susan, then; I'd say we're set right. I'm going to go take a bath and pretend to be addled with my girl period."
She lifts a finger.
"Also, I'm going to properly explain all that stuff to Susan, sometime later."
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"God. Thank you. I really don't want to do that."
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"Yep, you're welcome."