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ffec8, *Lucien: Well, I was going to ask if you wanted to see a movie, but out of the city works *he's used to her temper. It doesn't phase him as much anymore. sometimes, it's the only way he can get anywhere with her on the conversation front. He's Italian. He likes to talk* Why don't we go to bed, fool around a little bit, and you can think about where you want togo.
ffec8, *Lucien: Well, I was going to ask if you wanted to see a movie, but out of the city works *he's used to her temper. It doesn't phase him as much anymore. sometimes, it's the only way he can get anywhere with her on the conversation front. He's Italian. He likes to talk* Why don't we go to bed, fool around a little bit, and you can think about where you want togo.
329cc, ºRennin: "The fuck's there to talk about? He's a bastard, and she's stupid. Sucks to be that kid." Rennin had a touch of her father's temper and though it was rare in raising its head it flickered across her expressive face now. Did he want to talk about it? Why? "I'm fine," she concludes. "I think I'd like to get out of this city for awhile."
ffec8, *Lucien: *shrugs one shoulder, still watching her* I don't think that there is anything you can do about it, I just wondered if you knew. You hadn't mentioned it before tonight.If you ever want to talk about it, you know I'm here.
329cc, ºRennin: "Carys told me." Rennin tried not to notice the way Lucien watched her, but the power of his magnetism was hard to ignore. His compliment, though, brushed off like all the others. Someday she might find it in her to be gracious, but she doesn't yet know how to be ought else but modest. "I don't know what to do about it. Carys seems to think they're happy or ... something like it. I mean, she was the age of consent. If she wants to throw herself away, she's got that right."
ffec8, *Lucien: If I'm being honest, I've gotten that look a few times before. I think it reinforces that I settled down with the best of the best. Don't worry. I can hold my own against jealous teenagers. *he watches her hair dance around her shoulders, never getting bored of that scene* Did you know that your dad was having another kid with that kid?
329cc, ºRennin: "Please. That won't last. She'll find some cute modern kid and forget I exist, which is just fine. I'm happy to help her, whatever the case, but that just means going easy and trying to respect her feelings. I thought she was going to gut you, though. She was totally green-eyed with jealousy." Dishes done, she scrubs her hands dry on a dish towel, shaking out long hair over her shoulders. "Who can blame her? You're one of a kind."
ffec8, *Lucien: And not because she has the hots for ya? *drops her a playful wink, even though he's totally not kidding. Manwhores are greatly underestimated. One of the things that make them so successful at their craft is their ability to read lust*
329cc, ºRennin: It's not like he doesn't have her pegged. Would she choose to be the child of any other creature on earth? In a heartbeat. As it stands, he's still her father, whatever had come before ... but she doesn't degrade Lucien's opinion with the tired statement. "I think ... I'd be relieved. For a lot of reasons. Mostly for her. It'd be better for her to be Trauma's sister than Trevor's kid. It'd be better for her to be an orphan, even."
ffec8, *Lucien: *as if reading her thoughts, he asks* So what would it mean for you if she wasn't who she said she was. I mean, I don't know why anybody would willingly want to be related to Trevor if they didn't have to be. *frowns, knowing it was a rude thing to say the minute it was out of his mouth... damn lack of impulse control.*
329cc, ºRennin: Hey. They're past it. Right? Hopefully. "There's no saying that I'm onto something, it was just one of those moments as she got in the cab ... like a punch to the gut." But neither could Rennin say with certainty that Carys was one of Trevor's daughters. As she took over scrubbing plates and pots, she thought again about whether the distinction mattered.
ffec8, *Lucien: *bless his partners terrible memory. He didn't work for her. They had a torrid romance that ended in a baby. But if she wants to tune that out, he's not going to bring it back up* Well, *sits back down at the table to work on his wine* She had a sister, but I never knew her name.
329cc, ºRennin: Back upstairs, Ren locks the door behind her and begins the process of unbraiding her hair. "Leave those dishes. You cooked, I clean. You know who she reminds me of? Trevor's ex. Trauma. You worked for her, right? It's like there's a vibe there that's the same. Am I nuts?"
0799c, ºCarys: *just shrugs and gets in the cab, not really having much else to say on the matter. As unique as her time on this early has been, she's still a teenage girl. She waves a bit through the window before the cab takes off*
329cc, ºRennin: Well, she wasn't not going to help once the house was empty. The dishes can wait until their guest is gone. Yelling up the stairs, "Cab's here!" once Carys is on the ground floor she gives her a huge hug. "I'll talk to him about you staying on. I'll give you a call. Sorry it was awkward, but at least the introduction is out of the way."
ffec8, *Lucien: *shrugs one shoulder as he's left behind with dishes. He begins to wash them while continuing to pick at anything left in the pan... his version of getting seconds.*
0799c, ºCarys: *never stupid enough to turn down a wad of cash, she takes it, both her and Lucien watching Rennin's sudden departure.* Um, thanks for dinner *She stands up and picks up her bag, walking quietly to the front door.*
329cc, ºRennin: Her eyes fall briefly shut as they kiss, trailing long fingers through his fine hair. "I'll get you a cab, Carrie." Rennin rose, her plate half-full. Mindful of Lucien's empty glass, she refilled his as he busied himself with dishes. "Here," She offers, laying cash into her sister's palm. "Fair money." Giving her hand a squeeze, she steps away and out of the room to leave them to themselves. The sound of the front door echoes back to them, her heavy footfalls on the stairs.
ffec8, *Lucien: thank you for coming for dinner, Carys. *stands up to clear her plate from in front of her, and his as well. He looks at Ren* Maybe the next time she comes, we can show her where we stash the books. *leans down and kisses his girl softly on the lips, quick but warm, not trying to make Carys uncomfortable, but enough to remind her what's in store for desert later*
0799c, ºCarys: *she just laughs and eats. Stella teases Trevor like this, but he's always so tense when she's present, she's pretty sure that it's reciprocated more when she's not present. As long as she lives, she'll never understand what Stella sees in that guy* well, it's really good. Thank you. I should be getting back, though. Pasta always makes me a little sleepy.
329cc, ºRennin: Rennin slanted a glance between the two of them ... wondering what kind of conversation was going on between the two of them she wasn't privy to. Lucien wasn't wrong, but it was a rather private revelation.
ffec8, *Lucien: This is how she likes me, Carys... barefoot, shirtless, cooking, and a little tipsy *holds up his empty wine glass* But I don't feel used. Don't you worry about that. I feel appreciated. *drops a wink to enforce that she's kidding.
329cc, ºRennin: Carys shouldn't rely on Trevor as a source for anything, let alone information about the couple she dined with now ... but Ren couldn't fault the girl for thoughts she didn't know she was having. She waves away the information Luc offers up as she recalls that, duh, they have used it ... it's just not a thing she handles. Resting her chin against curled knuckles, she sips wine and picks at her food as the two converse, interjecting just long enough to say, "This is great, honey, thank you."
0799c, ºCarys: So... Rennin said that you like to read. Anything in particular, or...? *She didn't notice a lot of books around, then again the home was a lot cleaner than she'd expect from them. After all, it's not like Trevor spoke of them in the highest of regard, when he bothered to speak of them at all.
ffec8, *Lucien: *smiles at Ren with his mouth full, closed lip of course as to not be disgusting. He loves seeing her like this. All hostess-y and excited. He toasts the drink with them and then has a sip of wine.* Air BNB is a service you can use to rent out your home or rent a home to stay in. We use it now and then.
329cc, ºRennin: It's a spell before Rennin joins them at the table as she gathers a trio of glasses, bottle, corkscrew, and plate, but she has a way of making the juggling act look effortless. "What's Air bee-en-bee?" She asks as she pops the cork, offering it still pegged on the screw to Lucien for a sniff. She pours them each two fingers worth of rich, golden alcohol. "You'd be surprised what people'll pay to see sports events or concerts or whatever when all the hotels book up. Salut!" She exclaims, holding her glass up and out so they can toast.
ffec8, *Lucien: Wine sounds lovely, Bella *when her hand gets to his, he gives it a little squeeze before letting her go* There's some white chilling in the fridge. *he makes his plate, then goes to the smaller table in the breakfast nook.* No, this is ours, though we do rent it out occasionally if we're going to be out of town for a while.
0799c, ºCarys: *relationships, especially healthy ones, were so strange to her. She takes the plate and is surprisingly not shy about going up to help herself to the food, but she does wait for them to sit wherever they sit* So, um, Is this your place? or are you like... Air BNB people?
329cc, ºRennin: Rennin admires Lucien-in-profile as he offers a smile to Carys, quick to take two of the plates and offer one to the timid shadow that Carys had become. "It's pasta and a brown butter sauce. Shallot, white wine, herbs, salt and pepper, and a monster helping of Pecorino. Help yourself. I'll overfeed you like a grandmother if you let me make your plate." Speaking of feed, she sets her plate aside. "Wine?" She asks her paramour, trailing a passing caress down his rigid arm as she makes for the fridge. He would know best what the serve, but assumed he had a bottle of white chilling in the icebox.
ffec8, *Lucien: *smiles over his shoulder at the girl, backing up to release, Rennin* Thanks. It doesn't have a name or anything. Just kind of something I threw together. we're a little informal around here *reaches up to the plates on the open shelving and brings three down. He holds them out between Rennin and Carys* Ladies first.
3d8ae, *Nico Blue: sure thing)
0799c, ºCarys: *comes back a few minutes later, catching the last part of of Rennin's explanation* I really can find my own place. I just need him to let me... *she isn't sure what else to say on that subject. Their body language being so intimate, she feels like she's intruding... like she does at home, all of the time* Um, that smells really good.
7b090, ºJoan: (Can we put a pause on these two? Dan's thinking he can muster a post this evening after dinner and it might be a good transition point.)
7b090, ºJoan: (ah I missed this one!)
329cc, ºRennin: She can't help but touch when he's near and half-naked, besides. Grasping his waist, she tugs him in close. "Is she?" She asks, on both points. Ren doesn't care, she just doesn't know to spot these things. She's content to be trapped by him. "Guess that explains the cold shoulder she's giving you. Sorry to surprise you like this. I just feel so bad for her. She's tuck there with Trevor and a new baby on the way, and they're having trouble finding a new place that's big enough for all of them ..." She leaves it there for now. Broaching the subject of Carys finding a home with them would come if the rest of the evening went okay.
ffec8, *Lucien: *smirks a little bit, uncrossing his arms from across his chest to rest them on the counter, on either side of her* Because she's queer and she's into you. *shrugs one shoulder, not enough to remove his hand* Sort of like I am.
329cc, ºRennin: Ren turns away from the stove, moving until she can take her ease against the counter's edge, folding her arms across her chest. If Carys ran, that was her choice. Ren wasn't a pusher, and she wouldn't put her into a situation she didn't want. The bathroom? It's an escape. If she needs to go farther and disappear? Ren would make peace with it. She shrugs. "I don't know. She's got nothing of Trevor in her. Not a flicker. But who knows why? Just because I took after that bastard doesn't mean the rest of his progeny had that misfortune. She's a kid in a tight spot who needs help. I can't turn her away. What made you bring it up?"
ffec8, *Lucien: Of course. It's just through that hall *points in the direction he speaks of* Second door on the right. *he waits for Carys to disappear down the hall before looking back to Rennin* Bella, are you sure that girl is your sister?
0799c, ºCarys: Of course. It's just through that hall *points in the direction he speaks of* Second door on the right. *he waits for Carys to disappear down the hall before looking back to Rennin* Bella, are you sure that girl is your sister?

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