who mary macdonald and tavy urquhart what post celebration, dessert denial, and saving a dog where mary's flat when slightly backdated to the afternoon of the 1st! rating tbd, lowish? status closed pending
Mary had been doing her best to ignore Tavy and her dog. She frowned down at the journal as she dug the spoon into the cup of custard. Her headache had subsided, but she still felt a bit humiliated thanks to her drunk scribbles. Naturally Tavy had stated it was't any of his fault and all of hers. In her mind he was partly to blame, he had suggested they drink to celebrate the New Year, he had allowed her to use her journal, and then he had managed to thoroughly confuse her.
After a moment she slammed the journal shut. The next second she was sliding off of the counter top, her bare feet hitting the cold tiles of her small kitchen flat. She picked up a second bowl before heading towards the tiny living room of her flat. Her lips pulled down into a frown as she spotted Tavy and Prometheus on her futon.
"Put the sandwich anywhere near my dog and I will drop this custard on the floor," she said in a matter of fact voice.
She wasn't really the best at threats. When it came to Tavy she was even worse because somehow she ended up doing what he wanted anyway. Today was just another example. She had threatened to withhold food, made him a sandwich anyway. Then there was the threat for no dessert and here she was holding a cup of custard for him.
"Prometheus, come." Her dog ignored her and kept right on being Tavy's best friend. Traitor! Leave it to her dog to be friends with that scoundrel. Now that she thought about it she wasn't entirely sure why she was friends with Tavy. He confused her to no end and was all around childish acting. "You are both insufferable sometimes!"