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Post by Chuck Bass on Aug 16, 2009 22:07:48 GMT -5
"I just... wanted to see you," *he admitted slowly.* "I should go."
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Post by Adrienne on Aug 16, 2009 22:09:07 GMT -5
*On impulse, she grabbed his hand.*
"Stay."
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Post by Chuck Bass on Aug 16, 2009 22:20:23 GMT -5
*He froze, glancing at their hands before looking up at her.*
"Alright," *he said quietly.*
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Post by Adrienne on Aug 16, 2009 22:24:28 GMT -5
*She immediately retracted said hand.*
"I assume you did more worth talking about than I did in the last three years." *She said, unable to come up with anything cleverer.*
Oh God I sound like an idiot
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Post by Chuck Bass on Aug 16, 2009 22:35:41 GMT -5
"Nothing worth talking about over dinner," *he said, attempting humour.*
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Post by Adrienne on Aug 16, 2009 22:37:03 GMT -5
"You can't tell me you've gone and become boring." *She teased tentatively.*
*The truth was that the events of the past three years weren't anything she was willing to talk about over dinner.*
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Post by Chuck Bass on Aug 16, 2009 22:40:07 GMT -5
*He smiled.*
"You say that like boring isn't an improvement."
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Post by Adrienne on Aug 16, 2009 22:42:17 GMT -5
"If we're both boring, then we'll be reduced to discussing the weather. If I have too much wine, I may even prattle on about David and Evie like a proper lady should in polite company." *She said dryly.*
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Post by Chuck Bass on Aug 17, 2009 20:22:20 GMT -5
"You would've done very well during the 60's," *he said with a wry smile.*
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Post by Adrienne on Aug 17, 2009 20:29:49 GMT -5
"... I think we all know I'd be a disaster anywhere I'm expected to be a perfect lady."
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Post by Chuck Bass on Aug 17, 2009 20:32:42 GMT -5
*He grinned.*
"Well, that's part of your charm."
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Post by Adrienne on Aug 17, 2009 20:37:52 GMT -5
"... that I'm a walking disaster is charming. Funny, I never saw it that wa-"
*But she was interrupted by a wail, which was moving closer.*
"Maman! Maman!"
*A distressed Evie rocketed through the door and into her mother's skirts, followed closely by her governess.*
"Maman Coralie fait des carrottes et je ne veux pas les manger mais elle dit que je dois manger tout ce qui est sur mon assiette!"
*Adrienne sighed and raised her eyes heavenward, giving Chuck and apologetic look before scooping Evie up.*
"I'll be back in a moment. Evelyn, we have company. You don't act like that in front of company." *She said, as they went to the next room.*
((Mama Coralie is making carrots and I don't want to eat them but she says I have to eat everything on my plate!))
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Post by Chuck Bass on Aug 17, 2009 21:16:41 GMT -5
*Quietly, Chuck watched them leave. He had wanted to ask but couldn't bring himself to. But that little girl...*
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Post by Adrienne on Aug 17, 2009 21:22:31 GMT -5
*Muffled sounds of chastisement drifted in from the next room, as well as assurances that no, Evie would not have to eat the carrots. Adrienne had long ago ceased trying to get her to eat that particular vegetable.*
*They returned just a few moments later.*
"Alors, petite. Tu sais ce que tu dois dire."
*Evie sighed, looking at her feet, and mumbled in Chuck's general direction.*
"J'suis désolée que j'avais été impolie."
(("Okay, little one. You know what you have to say." "I am sorry that I was rude."))
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Post by Chuck Bass on Aug 17, 2009 21:36:13 GMT -5
*He couldn't help but grin at the tone of the child's voice. He still hated carrots.*
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