Harvey Stonewall (loveislove) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2010-03-02 21:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | democratic party, lgbtq culture |
Who: Glibt and Mark.
What: Finalized divorces make for cute moments?
Where: The brownstone.
When: Tuesday morning.
Warnings: None!
Their date had gone smoothly, although Mark hadn't let 'Maggie' kiss him in public, as it would have raised awkward questions later on, when 'Harvey' went to Mark's show and they came out. Glibt hadn't minded; Mark's attention to her, the way he obviously approved of her new dress, it had almost been enough to drive thoughts of Valentine's Day and centuries old marriages from her mind. The time spent in bed once they'd returned back to the brownstone actually had driven those thoughts from Glibt's mind. She woke before Mark, and wanted to stay wrapped in his arms, wanted to laze in sheets that smelled like donkey and still had traces of glitter strewn between the folds, but the buzz of her iPhone had her dragging herself out of bed and pulling on one of Mark's Mets jerseys and a pair of 'Harvey's' boxers to wander down the hallway toward the kitchen as she frowned down at the lit screen.
A last ditch effort to block same-sex marriage in DC. Glibt sighed, ran her fingers through sleep-mussed hair, and wondered if Mark would mind her taking off to DC for a few days. Maybe Thomas would want to come with her, seeing as the boy-god had missed his last chance at a DC trip?
Glibt shelved the idea as something to discuss with Mark at a later point and held back a yawn as she turned on the coffee maker, as she made a mental note to check in on Jackson in regard to what she had felt on Sunday night. Trying to be quiet, she set about making breakfast; toasting bagels and raiding the fridge for enough eggs and cheese to make simple omelettes. She was minutely better at the domestic side of things in her female form, as much as she disliked feeding the 'housewife' stereotype, but if it meant having coffee and breakfast ready by the time Mark woke up, well, she'd take one for the team.
Eying the omelette pan briefly as the eggs crackled, she drifted back to where she'd set her iPhone on the table, frowning as she texted one of her DC connections. Work never stopped, even when she was cooking breakfast for her boyfriend.