"Okay, good night, dear. I love you."
"Love you too, mom!" She bounced on her bed, which gave a faint creak under her. She watched her mother gently close the door, her blushing, buzzed-or-drunk face disappearing.
Barefoot, Nancy tip-toed along and stood at Christopher's bedroom door. She held her fist up, about to knock... smiling, but it faded as she bit her lip. Was hetrulyas amusing and friendly as Julie had said? She wanted to get to know that side of him, he had been so... 'wow...' to quote her daughter, when he first arrived. Perhaps she should just leave him be... she lowered her fist, but then remembered that he had been to the liquor store. What had he picked up? She could perhaps go for another little drinky-poo if he didn't mind sharing.
"Oh, shucks..." She chided herself, being so meek, and knocked gently twice on her step-son's door.
"Yeah?" He'd been staring at the shadow lingering at his door, a stony face on him as he anticipated it might be the drunken old man wanting to shout and rave and curse and tell him 'one year and you're out!'
The door gently began to open.
Chris cocked an eyebrow, having been expecting it to be swung open violently. Was it Julie? Though he'd just came so recently, he felt his member twitch.
"Hi..." Nancy whispered as her head poked around the semi-open door.
"Oh... geeze... I thought you were..." He whispered back and gestured in the vague direction of the master bedroom.
"Noooo. No. He's fast asleep now." She glanced down to the open door of the room, utter silence besides Rick's heavy breathing. He hadn't even turned the light off. "Say,oh!"She poked her head into the room again and was slightly startled to find him on his feet, looking upwards at him, and let his door open the rest of the way as she stopped hunching.
"Sorry." Chris whispered with a smile.
"You're a big fellah, aren't you? Hah. Um... if I may... mind sharing what you picked up?"
"Picked-...?" His eyebrows ruffled, confused. "Ohhhh." He realized, and sat on his bed again as he reached between his night stand and the bed itself, pulling out the bottle of dark rum, leaving the, uh... coconut Malibu stuff alone. If she spotted that, she may clue in that he'd shared some drinks with Julie.
"Ooo, nice! I prefer amber rum, myself, but... um, shall we?" She'd taken a step towards him in her gown as she looked to the bottle, then gestured back towards the living room.
"Oh, yeah, sure." He whispered back with a nod and a grin. "Nice to drink with company." He took his shot glass from his night stand and followed with his glass of water.
The woman had nice feet... something about a fine dress and bare feet, it had a certain aesthetic, a certain 'vibe.' Class and radiance, coupled with casualness and, well, in a sense, nature. Barefoot like most of their ancestors had been.
"Thank you, Chris." She used his name again, still trying to get used to it, normally her husband used most anythingbuthis name to refer to him.
"No problem, Nance." He let himself speak at a slightly more normal tone as they got to the kitchen. He put the bottle and his two glasses down on the table, while she went and fetched a glass of her own and pulled the bottle of cola from the fridge.
Uh oh, getting a tad low... thought it was fuller earlier that day, but oh well.
"Oh, I should... go turn that light off so that it won't wake Rick up." She whispered, "Close the door too."
"Yeah, sounds good." He nodded, and decided to take his water glass to the counter to refill from the pitcher in the fridge.
Wasn't long before he had everything he needed, his back to the front door, and she sat across from him with her back to the hallway. He had a warmed-up slab of lasagna before him that she'd made especially for her step-son, and she had a small piece too to enjoy with their drinks.
"Well it sounds like you two had a lovely afternoon, where'd you go?"
"Oh, a steakhouse. Wicked stuff. Couldn't tell you how long I had been craving a good steak,dreamedabout it inside."
"I've no doubt. I hear the food's not too good in there, huh?"
"Hah, nope!" He grinned as he gave his head a shake, looking down at the lasagna as he cut off a section with his fork and brought it to his mouth.
Well-well, Julie, you were right... he has certainly opened up a fair bit. Last she'd seen him, and in that very same kitchen... she hadn't so much as seen him crack half a smile.
"Mmh." He shook his head some more and swallowed. "Delicious... absolutely delicious. Thank you." He nodded as he looked to the woman... whose daughter had jerked him off moments ago. He tried not to think about that, though it was quite impossible it seemed.
"Oh, thank you. I'm glad you like it." She beamed, having been wondering what he'd think of it. Yes, it was indeed quite good, not to toot her own horn.
"The left-overs tomorrow will be a real treat."