Was a Sunny Day (Josh, Clarisse, John Thornton)
Aug 29, 2012 12:37:59 GMT -5
Post by Dr. Sean Neville on Aug 29, 2012 12:37:59 GMT -5
((OOC: This takes place in the summer, before the Hammel Retreat.))
Part of the difficulty with Sean’s and Josh’s immediate peer group was that other couples with whom to spend time were few and far between. Josh wasn’t comfortable spending time with any of Sean’s exes, even though the telepath remained friends with them. Cobalt didn’t like Sean, and so double dates with him and Ben would be disastrous. Greg was single. Many of their other friends were also single or wanted to drink rather than engage in sober, more sedate activities. They had the Jenkins, which was wonderful, but they were the only couple in their age group.
Fortunately, Sean was friends with Clarisse, who was also fond of Josh. Discussing the desire to go out for a double date with the Frenchwoman at Hammel had led to her suggesting that he and Josh do something with her and John Thornton. It was a good suggestion, since John and Josh had been friends before the misunderstanding at last year’s barbecue. Surely that had blown over. For his part, the telepath had emphasized John’s heterosexuality to his partner both that day and later. Seeing him with Clarisse would only further bring home that point.
Besides, there would be no inclinations for cross-flirtation, which would put everyone at ease.
Because it was summer in Vermont, a picnic had been suggested. The weather was forecast to be nice for the entire weekend, and so on Saturday afternoon, they all met at the park near the lake. Sean and Josh had brought a large blanket for the four of them to sit on. They’d agreed to split up the food between the four of them to do as a sort of potluck; it had been the easiest way to avoid any good-natured arguments about hospitality.
As tended to happen when Sean was involved in planning any part of a meal, there was, perhaps, too much food. But he wouldn’t complain; everyone could take home the excess. Josh had baked two tarts, since he had moved on to more advanced desserts. One apple, because it was classic, and one blueberry, because one couldn’t enjoy summers in Vermont without picking fresh blueberries. The telepath had a recipe for baked chicken he had wanted to try: pretzel-crusted chicken, as an alternative to friend chicken. It had tasted good when sampling, and he’d hoped everyone else would approve. They had also made two types of salad and brought a bottle of wine.
Josh and Sean had arrived a little early, to set up the blanket. When John and Clarisse arrived, they greeted the younger couple with smiles. “It’s lovely weather, isn’t it?” Sean asked. “Please, sit down and make yourselves comfortable.”
Part of the difficulty with Sean’s and Josh’s immediate peer group was that other couples with whom to spend time were few and far between. Josh wasn’t comfortable spending time with any of Sean’s exes, even though the telepath remained friends with them. Cobalt didn’t like Sean, and so double dates with him and Ben would be disastrous. Greg was single. Many of their other friends were also single or wanted to drink rather than engage in sober, more sedate activities. They had the Jenkins, which was wonderful, but they were the only couple in their age group.
Fortunately, Sean was friends with Clarisse, who was also fond of Josh. Discussing the desire to go out for a double date with the Frenchwoman at Hammel had led to her suggesting that he and Josh do something with her and John Thornton. It was a good suggestion, since John and Josh had been friends before the misunderstanding at last year’s barbecue. Surely that had blown over. For his part, the telepath had emphasized John’s heterosexuality to his partner both that day and later. Seeing him with Clarisse would only further bring home that point.
Besides, there would be no inclinations for cross-flirtation, which would put everyone at ease.
Because it was summer in Vermont, a picnic had been suggested. The weather was forecast to be nice for the entire weekend, and so on Saturday afternoon, they all met at the park near the lake. Sean and Josh had brought a large blanket for the four of them to sit on. They’d agreed to split up the food between the four of them to do as a sort of potluck; it had been the easiest way to avoid any good-natured arguments about hospitality.
As tended to happen when Sean was involved in planning any part of a meal, there was, perhaps, too much food. But he wouldn’t complain; everyone could take home the excess. Josh had baked two tarts, since he had moved on to more advanced desserts. One apple, because it was classic, and one blueberry, because one couldn’t enjoy summers in Vermont without picking fresh blueberries. The telepath had a recipe for baked chicken he had wanted to try: pretzel-crusted chicken, as an alternative to friend chicken. It had tasted good when sampling, and he’d hoped everyone else would approve. They had also made two types of salad and brought a bottle of wine.
Josh and Sean had arrived a little early, to set up the blanket. When John and Clarisse arrived, they greeted the younger couple with smiles. “It’s lovely weather, isn’t it?” Sean asked. “Please, sit down and make yourselves comfortable.”
