Post by Alex Vipond on Nov 25, 2015 0:15:14 GMT -8
Wrinkled Black: Adrienne wasn't one of those clingy types, she really wasn't. Which was why she kept her mouth shut when Alex left earlier for the studio. He didn't need (even if he wanted) his preggo girlfriend around all day, he had work to do. But after a slew of PlayBuzz quiz results started popping up on Facebook, she figured it was time for a break. And that's why she finally showed up, a paper bag of Chinese tucked under each arm. Adrienne was clever, though, and texted Alex to get the back door for her before she got out of the car and loaded up.
Alex Vipond: And he was right there, rather than texting back, phone in hand still as he popped the door open, a grin given her. "Need a hand?" Chinese food was the bomb, second only to Mexican. It was funny, when you thought about it. No one ever raved over English food the way they did over Chinese, Mexican or Italian. Very few places offered up typical English fare. The most you would see was fish and chip shacks here and there. The random thoughts of Alex Vipond. Watch where you step, it's a minefield.
Wrinkled Black: "Yes." Laughing, she managed to get to the door and handed him one of the bags, leaning in to press a kiss to his lips during the hand off. "Figured I'd attempt to get you back on track before you subjected yourself to more quizzes." Yup, he was totally busted.
Alex Vipond: Leaning in for the kiss, he took the bags, giving her another kiss before she leaned back. With her quip, however he was cracking up. "They're like chips, you can't eat just one. Same thing, you can't take just one quiz." And the ones he'd shared were just that, there were others he'd taken that he hadn't bothered to share.
Wrinkled Black: Her eyes rolled, but she was snickering. "Mmmmhm." Heading inside, she stopped to scritch the ears of whichever kitteh greeted her first, then started to peel out of her jacket. "Did you get any musics done today?"
Alex Vipond: "I did." Alex nodded "In fact, I'm doing all acoustic versions of the previous works for the specific intent of a rerelease."
Wrinkled Black: "Ooo, I like that idea. I get dibs on the first copy off the press." She gave him a cheeky grin before she started unloading the bags, pausing with a box of flied lice in her hand. "Do people even buy CDs anymore? I honestly can't remember the last physical CD I purchased."
Alex Vipond: "Amazingly enough, yes, though digital really is the market of choice. Some just like having something tangible in hand." He gave a shrug and a tilt of his head as he helped her unload the bags. "Which, yeah, I can see and in a concert setting it's always good to have them on hand to sell." He smirked as he looked at her. "You know, so the fans can buy something to have signed."
Wrinkled Black: Adrienne laughed, nodding. "That is very true. I could have very well have Napstered your album, but then I wouldn't have something to remember you by." She winked at him as she sat down at the conference table with her orange chicken. "Has Rissy stopped by today?" The Fae had mentioned doing so at some point...
Alex Vipond: "No, I haven't seen her." Alex paused. "Is it as weird for you as it is for me? Has to be, right?" Alex wouldn't exactly call Rissy an ex, simply because they never had that kind of relationship. Friends: sure. Lovers, no doubt, but it wasn't ... romantic. It was more of a grown up version of a play date: wander about; have fun, and fuck, but an actual romantic, committed relationship? They'd never had that.
Wrinkled Black: "Yes!" Adrienne sighed with relief, and yet her expression was apologetic as she held on to that box of orange chicken like a crutch. "It really is. I mean, I like her, I think.. And I totally get how you're so drawn to her." A draw that was so strong, Adrienne at one point had been willing to share Alex with the Fae. In fact, she couldn't recall ever taking that back and it left her stomach in knots more so than all of her morning sickness months ago. "I mean, how could you not be? She's gorgeous and poised, radiates happiness and who the hell knows what else...”
Alex Vipond: "She's one of those people that you can't not be happy just being in her presence. And yes, it's addictive. As is her blood..." Alex nodded. "In fact the first fucking thing I did this morning, before I went to the studio was head to Trinity and hand over that vial she'd given me for Alea." He shook his head. "Not the kind of temptation I need. Don't get me wrong, I love Rissy, she's my friend, but...." Alex paused as he regarded her. "I'm happy. And that's not fae magic. That's not fairy dust and fae blood. It's not going to dissipate the moment you walk out of the room. It's real."
Wrinkled Black: She bit her bottom lip as she listened to him, her grip on the box loosening enough so she could return it to the table. Alex's reassurance that he was happy brought back her smile, though she was still looking apologetic. "I trust you, Alex, one hundred percent. I don't want you thinking that I don't. But...can I trust her?" And that was what she felt bad about, asking that of his friend. But she did see those flickers of annoyance.
Alex Vipond: That was something Alex had not considered, before, but now, he did and he scowled slightly as he thought about it, one hand reaching for the fried rice as he did so. "If there's one thing I know about Rissy, it's that if I'm happy, she'll be happy, and she's not going to do anything to fuck that up." He nodded, and yes, he firmly believed it. He couldn't conceive, in all rationality that Rissy would ever do anything to hinder anyone's happiness, let alone his.
Wrinkled Black: "Okay, good.." She let out a breath, nodding. The smile returning, she leaned over to give him a kiss. "I mean, fair warning, if she tries anything I'm not above cuttin' a bitch, even if she's a fairy." It was said in a joking manner, but..did anyone want to challenge her on that? Probably not a good idea.
Alex Vipond: Alex chuckled, the kiss returned, twice over, and then he grabbed a set of chopsticks and broke them apart. "I don't expect the two of you to be friends. I do think you would like each other, despite the history. And if thereis ever any doubt in your mind, remember one thing. No matter how I feel about Rissy, no matter what happened in the past, it is, first and foremost, in the past. Second?" He chuckled and then leaned in to give her another kiss. "I've never played Angry Birds with Rissy."
Wrinkled Black: "Well, like I said, I do like her, from what I know of her so far." Despite those flashes of annoyance, Rissy hadn't done anything to make Adrienne not like her. Except for her seeming flawless (technology illiteracy aside). Don't think about it, Adrienne, just don't think about it. Kiss your baby daddy. Which she did, that last one lingering before he mentioned the Angry Birds and she just laughed. "Not many in their right mind would, babe." There's that cheeky grin again!
Alex Vipond: Alex cracked up at that. "Which is why I love you." Chopsticks in hand, he snagged a piece of that orange chicken she'd been hugging earlier and popped it into his mouth, chewing slowly as he grinned at her. Once he had the bite down, he laid his chopsticks down and moved to the fridge to grab them each a drink.
Wrinkled Black: "I love you, too, weirdoooooh hey.." She started to tap at his chopsticks with hers as he stole her orange chicken. No, it wasn't hers, she's just being a brat. Hence her chuckling as she picked a piece out as well. When Alex got up and wandered to the fridge, Adrienne leaned in her chair a little to watch him go. "That quiz pegged you all wrong, you know. It's so your narrow ass." She may or may not be subtly teasing him for his ass admiring whenever she walked away.
Alex Vipond: Chuckling, he wiggled it for her as he leaned into the fridge, two Dr. Peppers grabbed by the neck of the bottle and then he was straightening once more, door swung shut as he headed back to the table. He cracked both bottles open, setting one down in front of Adrienne before taking a drink from the other. He retook his seat, the bottle set down, and his chopsticks picked back up. "Because narrow is the in thing, you know."
Wrinkled Black: "You just keep telling yourself that, baby." It took everything she had to keep a straight face as she picked a few peppers out of the orange chicken, not wanting to eat one accidentally; she was dealing with enough heartburn as it is, didn't need any additional help. "Though, can I just say? Thank you so much for not going the hipster route."
Alex Vipond: "The hipster route. What with the hemp clothes and love beads? Hair down in my face...." He paused and lifted a hand, dragging his hair back from his face. "I may be a little overdue for a haircut."
Wrinkled Black: "No, no, that's hippy. I mean, like... rolled up skinny jeans, plaid, slicked back hair with an overabundance of facial hair over a bowtie.." Snickering, she shifted to pull her phone out of her back pocket and did some quick Googling, then turned the phone to show him. "Hipster."
Alex Vipond: Leaning, Alex looked at the phone, then chuckled and shook his head. "No. For one, I could never grow that much facial hair, for another, just ... no." He shook his head, a slight expression of fuck that on his face. "I like my scruff and that's all it will ever be. And I don't think I've ever worn suspenders, though I do have a plaid shirt or two, it's nothing like that."
Wrinkled Black: Grinning, Adrienne gave a kiss to his cheek since it was right there. "Which is why I love you." She winked, fingers trailing along his jaw. "And not gonna lie, I like your scruff, too. Well, mostly. Tickles my thighs." Eyes rolled up innocently as she leaned back and took a sip of her Dr Pepper.
Alex Vipond: Alex waggled his brows at that. "And therein lies the reason for having the scruff." He nodded, lips pressed together to try and hide the grin. It was a total failure, however. "So, and I'm not sure who brought it up, but at some point last night, the subject of our honeymoon was brought up. And I realized that is something we haven't even touched on yet. Where would you like to go?" He popped another piece of the orange chicken into his mouth and chewed slowly as he regarded her.
Wrinkled Black: She was totally laughing more for his failed attempt than what he actually said. He was so damn cute. She continued eating as Alex changed the subject to their honeymoon and she nodded, waiting to swallow her bite before pointing her chopsticks at him. "Rissy, actually." Snicker. "Yeah, I'll be honest I haven't even thought that far ahead yet. Uhm...." The butt of her chopstick was tapped against her cheek. "I'd say somewhere that we don't have a house. Mid-fall will be chilly, so maybe someplace warm? Do we want something adventurous or relaxing?"
Alex Vipond: "What about... Australia.... It's summer when we're in winter and I haven't been since.... 2004? and even then I didn't see much. And I don't own anything there...." he looked at her, one brow rising in question. "Not to say we won’t own something by the time we leave but...."
Wrinkled Black: Adrienne nodded, chuckling. "Australia is totally doable." Then her eyes widened. "Oooh, New Zealand! We can tour Middle Earth!" Yup, there went that geek flag.
Alex Vipond: "oooh!" Alex was grinning again, and he pulled his phone to start googling places to stay in New Zealand. "Can we actually tour the locations where they filmed?"
Wrinkled Black: "Honestly I have no idea, but if they do we so have to." Grinning, she leaned over to give him a kiss before he got too absorbed with Google. "I love how synched we are. How did we get so lucky?"
Alex Vipond: "Damned if I know but I am not looking a gift horse in the mouth. Or another other horse for that matter. That would be weird." When the google search resulted in over 700 thousand results, Alex chuckled. "Yeah we're gonna have to research this because it seems there are a LOT of companies that do Middle Earth vacations and tours."
Wrinkled Black: "Uhm, yeah." She snickered, leaning over to look at what he was looking at, drawing in that fried rice and scooping out a bite with a spoon. She just wasn't that good with chopsticks, sue her. "I was thinking the other day, though.. I kinda want to get everything baby-related done and out of the way by Christmas, that way we can start wedding planning after the New Year. Otherwise I'm going to have another panic attack."
Alex Vipond: Alex looked up from his phone to regard her. "How much more do we have? I mean we have the nurseries set... well, this one set and the stuff for the others shipped, right? LA and the Bahamas, and Italy?" He took up a bite of the fried rice as well, and when he was done chewing he added. "I have his rocker done, the motorcycle."
Wrinkled Black: "Set, but not totally stocked.. I mean, the changing station needs to be stocked still, I don't think we've got enough clothes, the car seat bases still need to be installed.." She was ticking her chopstick against her other hand, counting off. "I feel like I should be nesting already but I haven't had that urge yet, y'know?" Probably not, she was probably sounding like a lunatic right about now.
Alex Vipond: "Are you sure? You sound like you're nesting. We can do that this weekend if you like. After Thanksgiving, and then when that's done, we'll decorate for Christmas." He nodded. Alex pulled his phone again and looked to see if could set up an appointment for the car seats to be installed.
Wrinkled Black: Adrienne laughed, shaking her head. "I sound like I'm spazzing." Which was pretty much the same thing. Taking a deep breath, she let it out slowly and then reached for her Dr. Pepper. "Don't disappoint me, tell me you go all out for Christmas..." Their relationship may be on the line here.
Alex Vipond: "Do the words 'barely room to walk' mean anything?" he chuckled. "I'm surprised that I haven't gotten nasty letters from the HOA about the number of lights I put up."
Wrinkled Black: "YES!" Both fists went up in the air. Not like she should've doubted, considering the Halloween display he put up. "Aaw, Christmas.." She totally just got that warm fuzzy feeling and was grinning like an idiot. "We should start thinking of some traditions we want to implement. Make sure we're on the same page when it comes to the Big Guy and all that." Big Guy being Santa, of course. Topics a couple usually discusses before getting pregnant, but let’s not digress.
Alex Vipond: "Oh, totes leave cookies and milk out." He nodded. Never mind that he'd never had a child in the house at Christmas. He was kid enough to appreciate.
Wrinkled Black: "Don't forget carrots and celery for the reindeer." Grin! "And I'm perfectly fine with Grayson believing in Santa until he's, like...twenty."
Alex Vipond: "Only twenty?" Brow rose as he regarded her. "Amateur." he leaned back away from the expected incoming swat. "Okay, one thing that tripped me up in my previous marriage was A we didn't talk about shit like this and B we really didn't know each other well. And as time goes on, I realize we really didn't know each other at all. That being said, what sort of gifts do you like? I mean I know what I have in mind, but I want to know what your ideas are."
Wrinkled Black: "It's important that couples talk about how they want to raise their kids. Tom and I didn't, either; we were too focused on making sure there were kids to raise." And that did not go over so well. At the mention of gifts, Adrienne sort of had that deer in the headlights look. "Oh, geeze, I don't know... I suppose a spa day would be kind of nice." She couldn't help chuckling; it sounded weird just saying it. It was certainly not something she'd jump at doing herself, but if provided the opportunity... "I mean, we're already getting a pretty kick ass gift." Grinning, she took his hand to place over her belly, since the baby was apparently reacting to the Chinese food.
Alex Vipond: "Oh yes." Alex smiled, and as Adrienne put his hand on her belly, he spread his finger wide like he was grasping a basketball. The movement of their child completely held him mesmerized and whatever he'd been about to say was lost in the wonder of the moment. The grin was instantaneous and irrepressible. Alex didn't even try.
Wrinkled Black: That grin was also contagious, her cheeks almost hurt. "Kind of hard to want for anything more." Her smile warmed as she settled her hand over his, keeping it there. "Other than his being healthy and perfect." And so long as he was healthy, he would be perfect. ...he'd be perfect even if he wasn't, but still.
Alex Vipond: Alex looked up at her, and sue him if he looked a little misty. "All these years, I never thought it possible, but here he is. Our son." Alex leaned in and dropped a kiss to her lips and then leaned down and kissed her belly as well.
Wrinkled Black: Hey, no judgement here. Adrienne was in the same boat. In fact, after that kiss, she had to look upwards in an attempt from getting too watery-eyed. "You know it's not nice to make a hormonal preggo cry, right?" Her smile was pretty wide, though.
Alex Vipond: Lifting his head, he smiled and leaned in to kiss her again. Mostly because he couldn't get enough of kissing her. "As long as they're happy tears." Cupping her face with his hand, he smiled at her. "I do believe we are the luckiest people in the world. And I am going to thank any and all powers that be, that made us the happy accident that we are and have." he chuckled as he gave her belly another gentle rub.
Wrinkled Black: Like she was going to stop him from kissing her. Pft, right. She leaned into his hand, chuckling as she nodded in agreement. "We really are. This is the most thankful Thanksgiving I've had in a very long time."
Alex Vipond: "Yes, and even if it is just you and I, it's still... home." Alex nodded. "God, so much has happened this year, and it's just seemed to fly by." He chuckled as he shook his head again. "Okay, Turkey or ham for Christmas?"
Wrinkled Black: "It really has. But at the same time, it doesn't feel like it's been that short of a time, you know?" It was like they'd known each other for ages. "Turkey for Christmas, ham for Easter...." That sort of trailed off though as she studied him. "But I can be swayed either way."
Alex Vipond: "I know, right? Like the last fourteen years we've been there..." He then nodded at the turkey then ham scenario. "Works for me." He paused and grew thoughtful. "You think we can get like... a hobbit house, in New Zealand? You know, have one made?"
Wrinkled Black: It kinda threw Adrienne for a loop, his shifting gears so suddenly, and again there was that deer in the headlights look. "Wait, what?" Then she laughed, shaking her head. "I'm sorry, babe, but I am not living in a Hobbit hole. I'll visit one, maybe even stay a night or two in one, but not for living."
Alex Vipond: "It doesn't have to be you know, completely rustic, but a lot of houses are built half underground. The energy savings alone makes it worthwhile and then there's the sound dampening ability." Alex nodded. "No more visits from the cops in the middle of the night asking me to Please keep it down, Mr. Vance..."
Wrinkled Black: "Or you could, you know, stop being so good in bed." She held the straight face for maybe five seconds before she cracked the hell up.
Alex Vipond: "I could just lie there...." He was laughing leaning back in his chair as he shook his head. "I don't think it's possible. Not even if you tied me up."
Wrinkled Black: A brow went up and she grinned. "Not possible for us to be quiet or for you to be bad?
Alex Vipond: "Not possible for us to be quiet or for me to be still." It wasn't happening. That was all there was to it.
Wrinkled Black: "Well, the former's a given. But the latter?" She was eying him up and down, that eyebrow still up. "Next time we're in a four-poster, we're going to have to test that theory."
Alex Vipond: And now he was not just cracking up but snorting occasionally. He leaned over and dropped a kiss to her lips once he'd managed to slow his roll in the laugh department.
Wrinkled Black: "You think I'm joking?" She was laughing, though. "I'm going to tie you up to each post, maybe even find a way to pin your hips down other than my fat ass. Though...that'd probably do the trick." She stroked her chin in thought, as though there were a goatee there.