Emerson Gage (ozmaofoz) wrote in fableless, @ 2016-07-27 21:30:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! log/thread, emerson gage, jaime freeman |
WHO: Emerson Gage and Jaime Freeman
WHEN: The Ball!
WHERE: The bar
SUMMARY: Jaime's grumpy, Em's giddy, they chat.
WARNINGS: None really.
STATUS: Complete
Emerson was having a splendid time at the ball, and that wasn’t just the cocktails she’d consumed talking. She loved dressing up and having an excuse to look pretty, but it was more than that, too. It was a chance to honor the tales they came from, and Emerson liked that a lot. Of course, the drinks certainly helped, although they hadn’t yet dulled her senses too much. She’d noticed Jaime leave the room for the gardens, and she was familiar with that look on his face. She didn’t have a watch on and her phone was tucked away in her purse over at the table they’d snagged, so she made a mental note to let a few songs pass before she went to look for him. He returned, though, before she got the chance to, and she made her way over to him, drink in hand. “I was going to give you one more song before I dragged you back inside,” she said, linking her arm through his. “So, do we need to get you another drink or out on the dance floor?” Jaime was in a pretty good place for most of the day. It was easy to be in a good mood. The ball just sort of encouraged that in people. He was dancing and talking with his friends, chanced a dance with Mat that didn't make him want to run, and it wasn't so bad. Until Mat waltzed with Marcello and looked at him with his heart in his eyes, and Jaime felt like he was going to throw up everywhere. So he fled the ballroom but not the ball. Luckily Aran was right outside and distracted him with an amazing amount of Pokemon thanks to a lure. It helped. He came back in only after certain there was nothing upsetting going on, but he should have expected that Em noticed something was up. The three of them were very in tune with each other. While he was no longer being eaten alive by jealousy, he was tense, and there was no real changing that just then. "Drink," he said, certain about that choice. He led her to the bar since their arms were linked, taking comfort in reassurance she was there. "Aran put a lure down outside, I caught a bunch of Pokemon." That wasn't why he went outside, but it was the truth. He went with a beer for his drink. "How's your night going?" “It’s better now that you’re back,” Emerson said brightly, and while she knew it was a bit corny to say it, it was true. She felt extra-lucky tonight that Jaime and Chris weren’t just her brothers, but her friends as well. “Although I’ve really been having a nice time,” she added. “And everyone looks so pretty, don’t you think? I wish we dressed like this everyday sometimes.” When it was her turn to order, she quickly downed the last of her cocktail and ordered another one. “So are you going to show me the Pokemon?” she asked. She didn’t play herself, but she always made people show her their catches when they brought it up. Jaime was basically incapable of being grumpy when Emerson was being adorable like that, and his smile was warm. He was infinitely lucky, having the two of them in his life. His Ozma and Scarecrow. "They really do. I don't know if we'd all be comfortable dressing like this every day, but more than once a year could be fun." He usually enjoyed the glitz and glamor of the night. And Jaime loved Remembrance Day because he loved being a Tale. When he was younger he hated it, for making him different, and for making his parents leave. Now he saw it for the blessing and truth it was. "Yes, of course." He popped open Pokemon Go and glanced at her when it loaded. "We went through the maze too, it's not so bad. It's a gorgeous night out there. I feel like they could've easily had some of this dancing outside if they wanted." But nothing was like the ballroom. It was excessively beautiful and fancy. Jaime showed her his Pokemon screen. He was usually very organized, with most of them named after his favorite Tales (the stories, not the people), and all leveled up impressively well. "Our parents are going to kill me if they see me playing Pokemon Go during the ball." “I’ll tell them it’s my fault,” Emerson offered. She liked to joke that, as the last to join their little family, that made her the “baby” and thus able to get away with more. “Besides, how would they know you’re playing Pokemon unless they’re looking over your shoulder? You could just be showing me all the amazing pictures you’ve taken of me tonight.” She grinned up at him. “Did I tell you I like your shirt?” She had, but the drinks were making events from earlier in the evening pleasantly fuzzy. "Yeah, we'll go with that excuse if they ask why we're looking at my phone." He already got in trouble out to dinner with them for trying to catch one under the table. Whoops. Jaime already saw them when he got in, and managed not to look around anxiously when he danced with Mat to see if they were aware. Of course they were aware. He just hoped they brushed it off as him dancing with several people that night. He laughed, genuinely, and put an arm around her. He leaned down to kiss the top of her head. Nothing was bad as long as family was around. He might've lost his, or they lost him rather, but he gained the kind of siblings he valued more. "I wear it every year. But maybe I should replace it with another checkered shirt. This one's getting a little faded." Jaime was so lost in his own issues that he blinked and glanced down at her. "How are you doing? You seem giddy." “You should wear silver shoes next year too,” Emerson said, the latest cocktail starting to kick in and her voice getting a tiny bit slurred. “You could borrow mine,” she said, kicking out one of her feet from under her dress to show him the shiny silver pumps. No matter that they wouldn’t fit him, or that whilst sober Emerson wouldn’t let him out of the apartment like that anyways. But a nice pair of men’s silver dress shoes… She was roused from her reverie and considered Jaime’s question. “I think,” she said, lowering her voice, “it might be the drinks. Because no handsome prince or beautiful princess has tried to sweep me off my feet tonight.” "I couldn't fit in yours, Em, but it would be pretty funny. Sparkly silver shoes." He would draw the line at wearing his Dorothy costume. He also didn't really mention his Dorothy costume to his siblings. It had too weird a background. "Maybe all three of us will have to Oz match next time." He could've guessed it was the drinks. "Me neither. Maybe we're not the prince or princess type." Dark eyes unconsciously seemed to be searching, but he flicked them back at her, since nope. "But you never know, maybe a supporting character or a lovable animal sidekick will sweep you off your feet instead." Jaime smiled. He loved Tales. He loved everything about them. Emerson wasn’t going to let herself dwell on her love life at this particular moment. She was having a nice time and thinking about past failures would only dampen her mood. And her job right now was to cheer up Jaime’s mood, and she took that responsibility very seriously. “You should set me up with someone,” she suggested. “I think you need a challenge in your life.” She wasn’t actually serious - she hated blind dates as much as the next guy or girl - but if it could distract Jaime a bit, then she was all for it. Jaime chuckled, putting an arm around her waist. "Don't play, you know I'll do it if I get the chance." He wanted his siblings to find love and romance and contentment. He was fairly certain it was something not sustainable for him, but hopefully it would be for them. He could list some good ideas for her. Playing Cupid would be a nice distraction. "Obviously they'd have to run the gauntlet of us two." All her partners had to. Chris was as easy as can be, but Jaime was the bad cop in pretty much every scenario in his life. Woe be to anyone who treated Emerson poorly. "But you never know on a night like tonight. If it's anything like the Tales, we're all one minute away from running into our true loves." |