Anticipation [RP thread for fey_fire]

[sandandwater]

It’s half past eight and Pippa’s going through the motions of opening Last Call for business. It’s a routine she can perform mostly by rote: sweep the floors, take the chairs down from the tables, wipe off the bar and the table tops, deal with petty cash for the register…let the band in the back door when they arrive. The band. Breaker Street. Rory.

Ro

.

She closes her eyes and forces herself to take a deep, calming breath. Normally, she loves Wednesdays. Loves being the only one here as they set up the stage with their instruments, tune up. She usually helps Morrie run the sound check. Chats with the band and gazes longingly at Ro whenever he’s not looking at her. But tonight—

The red haired woman has a feeling that tonight’s going to be

much

different. She hasn’t seen Ro since their phone call revelations and she’s counting on (hoping, really) him keeping his word about kissing her. She’s even gone so far as to dress a bit nicer this evening. A simple baby doll smock with capped sleeves and jeans. Her usual funky collection of jewelry. Heeled shoes that give her considerably more height, taking into account Rory’s tall, lanky frame.

She hears the solid cadence against the metal fire exit doors. That’d be Kreske, the drummer tatting out some ridiculous rhythm instead of just knocking.

Here goes nothing

…Pippa smooths a hand over her riot of curls and hurries across the bar to let them in. She tucks her blistered and bandaged hand behind her back as she uses her free arm to brace the door open. “Hey, guys…”

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[fey-fire.livejournal.com]

He watches Pippa's eyes, laden with old heartache and bright with determination. "I don't blame you," he says softly. "Parents who'd count opinion and rumor as more important than their own child's needs ... I don't blame you for not wanting to be like them. They don't sound worthy of anyone's emulation."

His own eyes warm at her compliment. "Oh yes. I'll not deny that I was very lucky in the parental lottery." Rory shifts his chair so that he can slide an arm around Pippa, then leans over to press a kiss against her temple. "I'd like you to meet my father some time. You'd like him, I'm sure, and I know he'll like you."

[sand-andwater.livejournal.com]

His gentle affection and the complete lack of judgment in his voice continues to put Pippa at ease and she relaxes into his embrace, smiles softly at his kiss. Meet his father--well, she's already met his sister and it isn't as if he's insisting upon it. 'Sometime' is rather vague considering how important most people consider introducing their family to their...what, girlfriend? Is that what she is now? "I think I'd like that too, Ro."

Pippa's hands find Rory's again, her fingertips lightly fluttering over the backs of his hands. Light caresses that offer hope of something more intimate. "You understand when I say I hope you never meet mine?" She makes a small noise in the back of her throat at the thought. "Mmm...Nana would like you though. My grandmother." Pippa clarifies with a smile. "She stays on Martha's Vineyard year round now, says she doesn't care for crowds in New York any more. I think she does it just to be difficult. She enjoys inconveniencing people."