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Dinner Disaster Con't

11/22/2014

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You may remember Tonya is at a friend's party where she meets Will. Inability to hold her liquor and impertient questions has led to an awkward pause in the conversation. Today's prompt is stuffed. I also included the recipe for Lobster Wellington.
 
Marc strode into the dining room with long, stiff movements. His hand grasped Tonya’s plate the same time she steered her fork to the entrée anticipating stuffing herself with lobster. The metal fork clattered to the table. Will’s surprised expression mirrored her own as Marc stacked everyone’s plate along his arm.  “I will reheat everyone’s plate. It is cold now.”

The reticent chef disappeared into the kitchen. He could be finicky about food, but it was odd that Lynne stayed in the kitchen, unless they were attempting to give them time to talk. Well, that wasn’t working. She could go tell them. The thick Oriental rug gripped the legs of her chair as she pushed away from the table.

“Don’t go, I’ll explain.” Will reached for her hand detaining her and treating her to another electrical shock. Just as well because she wasn’t too sure how steady her walk to the kitchen would be.

“Go ahead, I’m all ears.” She encouraged. His hand left hers leaving it chilled hand on the tablecloth. Awkward. Using both hands, she lifted her chair a bit, as she scooted it back to its original position.

“As you know, I spent major time with Erica.” He reached for his drink and finished it in two swallows. “In the beginning, I thought we might develop a romantic relationship. When that didn’t happen, we were already in the habit of doing everything together. It didn’t leave much time for dating. I even tried a few times. Most women did not accept that I had a gorgeous friend who also happened to be a woman. They were either jealous or suspicious I was a player.”

 “I would be.” She said the words, unaware she verbalized them until Will directed a compelling look at her.

 “It isn’t natural for men and women to be friends outside of a romantic relationship. Those other women knew that. The only reason a man pretends to be your friend is to start a romantic relationship. I can see their reasoning.”

Marc and Lynne chose to peek out of the kitchen, but withdrew their heads as soon as she noticed. It looked like dinner might be a long time coming.


If you missed the recipe link, here it is again.

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Unexpected Revelations

11/10/2014

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Today's prompt is this abandoned building.  We left Will and Tonya at the dinner party. Tonya asked why Erica, the former girlfriend, left to be a man.


Today's Excerpt



Lynne followed her husband mumbling something about bread. They were probably in the kitchen making emergency plans for the dinner party that suddenly imploded.


Taking advantage of their absence, Will looked at her. “Erica really wasn’t my fiancée. We never made any plans or anything, but we were best friends. There were times when I thought she considered me a project like a fixer-upper. Turns out, I never became what she needed, but we did everything together. People assumed we were a couple.”

“Um, so , um did you, ahh.” Tonya bit her bottom lip knowing she was drifting back into forbidden territory.

Her discomfort caused Will’s lips to tilt upward. “Did we sleep together?”

A quick head bob confirmed her prurient interest.  She shouldn’t want to know, but part of her did. Was he so bad in bed or lacking in technique that Erica thought she could do better? Not in finding another guy, but literally could perform better.

“No.” He shook his head side to side in case she hadn’t caught the word. “It really wasn’t that kind of relationship. We were both healthy, attractive single adults. Even kissed, but no chemistry.”

“Really?” The surprise in her voice was genuine. “Marc was afraid you were all broken up about not attracting women.”

Marc stood in the doorway with a serving bowl and turned around before Will noticed him.

“Oh.” His voice dropped suddenly. His brow furrowed. He looked down at his plate. Not looking at her, he asked, “Is there anything you don’t know.”

“Don’t feel so bad. You know I can’t hold my liquor and I might lose my job. That’s more than my mother knows.” She tried for her standard work smile, but it felt more like a grimace.

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Tuesday Tales: The Combustible Gathering

11/3/2014

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Catching Up: Missed last week because fall break messed up my sense of what day of the week it was. Today's prompt is flower; see if you can find it. We're still in the middle of a dinner party going south in a hurry.



Marc smiled in her direction and continued his recitation. “I have a nice Sauvignon Blanc to go with the fish. A lovely unpretentious wine named after a flower. I discovered it on my last trip to France.”


Lynne caught her eye and mouthed the words, None for you.

That might be best considering she needed to drive home. She didn’t want to be obvious about forgoing the wine. “It sounds wonderful, Marc, but none for me I am boycotting all things French.”

His eyebrows shot up at her comment. “What?” Before Marc could ask why, his wife shook her head stopping the conversation.

Lynne covered the conversational lull. “What’s for dessert?”

Marc worked his way around the table delicately centering a serving of salmon on each plate. “It is your favorite sweet. I brought home Henri’s renown Baked Alaska.”

“Oh Marc, how wonderful.” Her friend gushed more than Tonya thought necessary for a rather retro dessert.

Will’s eyes shifted between the two similar to watching a tennis match. Taking another sip of her drink, she wondered if she were the ball. Taking advantage of Will’s concentration on his hosts, she ogled him thoroughly.

 Definitely, no gargoyle, no extra ears or fingers, and he was even charming, somewhat.The man had a high paying job judging by his car. It made her wonder why his fiancée left him. “So why did your fiancée dump you to get her own penis?”

A collective indrawn gasp filled the room. Tonya was sure she inhaled too. Wait, she was the one who made the remark. Using one finger, she pushed the martini glass away from her. Get away from me Milky Way Martini Devil.

Lynne erupted into a babble of excuses. “Can’t hold her liquor. Ignore her.”

Will sighed. He rubbed one long fingered hand over his face. “There’s been speculation and very little truth.”

Her hands went up in an effort to prevent any  soul baring confessions. “Oh no, don’t explain.  I ask stupid questions. It seems like you have so much going for you that any woman would be crazy to be hooked up with you and…” Her face reddened as she realized she wasn’t making it any better.

Marc covered for her slightly by announcing, “I’m off to get the vegetables.” Not a great announcement, but it saved her saving her from saying anything worse.

Want the recipe. Here's a link.

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