Megan Grant (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} ipaintmysoul) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} genome_project,@ 2012-06-29 21:30:00 |
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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!