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Megan Grant (ipaintmysoul) wrote in genome_project,
@ 2012-06-29 21:30:00

Entry tags:

ian collins, june 2012, megan grant

Who: Ian and Megan
What: How I Met Your Brother
Where: Their place
When: The evening, after this.
Rating: Low prolly

Megan was nearly always home before Ian. It was lonely, except for the part where she was usually painting and listening to music (today it was gangster rap, last time it had been Mozart, who knew what tomorrow would bring?). Nights like this she often forgot to eat until she was starving. She had reluctantly left her canvas in the spare bedroom to order take-out (Thai: Green Curry with shrimp, beef wontons, fresh spring rolls, and chicken satay). It hadn't occured to her to even check the clock, but by the time (right on cue really) she hung up with the restaraunt and cracked open a beer (Pabst Blue Ribbon, it was a bad habit she had picked up in art school and hadn't yet dropped, despite having a boyfriend who owned a bar), Ian was walking in the door.

Now she looked at the clock. That late, huh? "Hey babe!" She grinned and set her beer can down on the counter as she hurried over to give her boyfriend a quick kiss before he was quite through the door, "How was your day? I met your brother." It was a momentous occasion, why wait any longer to share the news?

ooc: i am just assuming he works late... But like. Idk i can change that shit!

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ooc: he works late, no worries! sorry this reply took me an age and a week

makeitpour
2012-07-11 10:51 pm UTC (link)

Ian checked his watch. He was right on time to come home late. It was basically like clockwork that he strolled through his apartment's front door. He left work at a very specific time each night, and it took about fifteen to twenty minutes on the subway, give or take. Really, it could be depended on. And it could also be depended on that Megan would just be starting to eat and drink by the time he was pulling his shoes off to go to bed.

He didn't mind though. Sometimes the extra few minutes of talking to a normal, sane person who wasn't either related to him, a drunk, or some combination of the two was just what the doctor ordered.

But tonight was a bit different. Things were the same, yes. The kiss, the greet, the late night eating... they were all pretty ordinary. It was the conversation that was off. It took him a minute to process what she'd said. He'd cracked open his own beer and was just plopping himself down on the sofa when it registered.

"You what?"

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ipaintmysoul
2012-07-12 01:38 am UTC (link)

"I met your brother." She repeated as she flopped onto the couch next to him, nonchalantly sipping at her beer. She tucked her legs up under her, and shifted a little to face him. "He was at the museum during my lunch break. I figured it had to be him because, like, seriously. How many grown men run around calling themselves Scout?" She set her beer down on the floor and untied her pony tail, shaking her hair out a bit.

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makeitpour
2012-07-12 02:07 am UTC (link)

He took a sip of his beer. Well, his next question was answered. So, she'd met Scout. He could only imagine the shit he told her. Ian couldn't help but roll his eyes. There was a reason why Megan had never been introduced to any of his siblings.

"Probably not many, but I wouldn't register Ryan as a grown man, either." He leaned to his side, into her, and wrapped his free hand around her waist. "What did he say?"

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ipaintmysoul
2012-07-12 02:20 am UTC (link)

Megan picked her beer back up and snuggled up to Ian. She laughed a little when Ian said that Scout wasn't quite a grown man in his book. She supposed she could agree with that, but she didn't always feel terribly grown up most of the time herself. "Not a whole lot. We mostly talked about swords and Arthurian legend." She took a sip from her beer.

"Oh, and Freud."

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makeitpour
2012-07-12 03:19 am UTC (link)

"Freud," Ian repeated. Why were they talking about Freud? He suspected sex was involved-- the discussion of it, anyways. Wasn't it always when Freud was the topic at hand? His body tensed at the thought of his younger brother, standing around discussing inappropriate things with his girlfriend. "Why was he at the museum? He's not exactly worldly."

Far from it, actually. "He wasn't following you around, or anything, was he?" That was just like Scout. Find out Ian had a girlfriend and then stalk her to trash talk.

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ipaintmysoul
2012-07-12 03:34 am UTC (link)

"Yep. Good ol'Freud." She smiled brightly. She shrugged at his question, "Beats me. People come in there all the time, and they don't always strike me as the museum type. He was looking at a sword, not like at a Picasso."

"No, I was just on lunch anyway." Megan shrugged again, "I dunno, he wasn't too bad. Not like super rude or annoying or anything. He was a little disagreeable, but otherwise, it wasn't a big deal."

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makeitpour
2012-07-12 03:41 am UTC (link)

"What about Freud?" He looked at her innocently. "His musings? His... theories? The state of his hair?" There was a pause, for Ian to take a sip of his beer, before he continued.

"Well, that's a relief. If he were looking at a Picasso, I'd probably shit a brick. Anyways, he wouldn't be rude to you. You're a beautiful girl, with no relation to him. He's only rude to family."

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ipaintmysoul
2012-07-12 04:34 am UTC (link)

"Well, the conversation started with swords, and then moved on to Freud naturally. You know, phalic symbols and that sort of thing." She replied as if it was a normal convsation people had all the time. And for her it sort of was. But the art world was like that.

Megan blushed a little at the beautiful girl thing. He was supposed to say stuff like that, but it still always caught her off guard. "I dunno, I think I just caught him on a good day. I could see how he could be difficult after a while."

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makeitpour
2012-07-12 04:52 am UTC (link)

"Naturally," he replied with a shrug. Ian wasn't so sure a conversation naturally moved from swords to Freud, but he wasn't an artist. He wasn't surprised, however, that Scout went along with it. Phallic symbols seemed to be, in Ian's mind anyways, something that was probably right up his alley. Though, not for the same reasons.

"No. There's no good days. He was nice to you because you're beautiful. And also, probably, because he wanted me to seem crazy by making him out to be the bad guy."

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ipaintmysoul
2012-07-12 05:02 am UTC (link)

"Mhmm," She hummed in agreement, her lips resting on the lip of her beer can, as if it were a coffee mug. She was taking another sip when the buzzer rang for the food. She hopped up off the couch to let the delivery guy up. "I don't think you're crazy."

As Megan waited by the door for the knock she tilted her head curiously, "Are the rest of them like that then?"

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makeitpour
2012-07-12 05:10 am UTC (link)

"No," he said, disappointed by her sudden absence from the sofa, even if she was just getting her food. "Boo and Gem aren't nearly as bad. I think he tries to turn them against me." He thought for a moment.

"Well, I'm sure they have their opinions on me, and they definitely aren't always happy with me, but I'm almost positive that he fuels their dislike. They were older when I left, so they should understand a bit more than Ryan." Plus, he didn't hit either of them over a Christmas turkey, either.

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ipaintmysoul
2012-07-12 05:32 am UTC (link)

Megan paid for the food and brought it over to the couch, laying it out on the coffee table, "Hungry? I ordered a lot."

She tucked into the chicken satay, and chewed thoughtfully for a moment. "So he's the youngest but... He has like all the power? I think that gives him too much credit. I would hope the other two had more brains, but..." She shrugged, "Maybe you got all of them? I am only speculating, obviously."

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makeitpour
2012-07-13 05:04 am UTC (link)

Ian shook his head. He'd eaten dinner at a normal time. "No thanks, babe." He leaned back on the sofa, closing his eyes as he listened to Megan's evaluation of his family. There was so much she didn't know. But also so much he really didn't want to share. It was nothing against her. He just didn't like telling anyone about it.

When she was finished, he couldn't help but laugh. "It would make sense that I got all the brains. But I'm pretty sure somewhere down the line, one of them developed free thought. So genetics can't really be blamed for their lack of original opinions. They're just brainwashed into thinking I'm the bad guy." He shrugged. It was something that he'd come to live with, even if he wasn't happy about it.

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ipaintmysoul
2012-07-13 05:19 am UTC (link)

More for her then. Leftovers were always good, since she wasn't really the best cook. Ian really left her to her own devices when it came to his family. As in, he told her nothing, and her active imagination filled in the blanks.

"That's too bad. I'd hate to be born brainless." She continued on her feast, chewed, swallowed and couldn't help asking, "What makes you the bad guy to them anyway?" To her, he was nice, normal, responsible Ian. Nothing bad there.

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makeitpour
2012-07-15 05:47 pm UTC (link)

Ah. The question. Somehow, he'd sensed it coming. And it was out there now, he had to answer it, didn't he?

"Well," he took a deep breath. "I'm the bad guy because I did the right thing. And looking back on it, I'd do the same exact thing all over again." Okay, so that was a bit vague.

He reached over her shoulder and grabbed a piece of shrimp out of her take-out container. After chewing thoughtfully for a moment, and swallowing, he decided to elaborate. "Basically, when my parents got divorced, I was the only one with a choice of who I wanted to live with. Because I was the oldest, or whatever. The rest of them had to go with my mother, but I could pick. Since I knew it would break my father to have his wife and all his kids taken away, I went with him. For some reason, they all seem to think I abandoned them."

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ipaintmysoul
2012-07-15 06:29 pm UTC (link)

She gave him a triumphant sort of smirk when he took a bite of shrimp. She knew he couldn't resist, even if he'd already eaten.

Megan listened to his story thoughtfully. "Well," she began after a long moment, "You did sort of. Abandon them I mean. Not that you. Didn't make the right choice. You were pretty much dammned whatever your decision, though. That doesn't make you bad." She gave a soft shrug and a sympathetic look, "You were just a kid."

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