Beatrice Bonham (beansontoast) wrote in hou_ren, @ 2011-10-07 00:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | !incomplete, character: beatrice bonham, character: nathan coventon, player: meghan, player: sarah |
Who: Beatrice Bonham and Nathan Coventon
Where: Hòu Rén Medical Centre
When: October 7th, afternoon
Rating: PG
Summary: Beatrice is a flirt and Nate is completely unaware of this because he's, well, Nate
Warnings: Excessive eyelash fluttering and hilarity may ensue
It was Thursday. Beatrice liked Thursdays.
Thursday was the one of the two days in the week where the paired inhabitants of Hòu Rén were to stop by the medical centre in order to get their weekly check-up after receiving their serum injections, which meant that Thursdays were infinitely more interesting to Beatrice than Wednesdays or Tuesdays. Quite frankly, Tuesdays and Wednesdays were so utterly mind-numbing that Beatrice often felt like throwing herself head first through one of the plate glass windows and ending it all. Thursday, on the other hand, meant that she got to chat to all of the married people and pry into affairs – in her own bubbly, friendly, I-swear-I'm-not-a-Nosy-Nelly way.
It was fun to chat to the boys especially, because they were all so hopelessly attractive, and Beatrice was so very swept away by the idea of falling for a man who had already been given a wife – the movie-like scenarios which could spring from a situation such as this were endless. As of yet, she couldn't honestly say that any of the boys she had met had made her heart pound like a drum, which was a little disappointing, but still, she had her favourites. There was the Wong's Waiter who used to be a wrestler – he was dishy. Curly Cinema Boy was always game for a lengthy chat – she liked him very much, too. And then there was the British Crumpet – perhaps her favourite of all, being, as he was, all dark and brooding and such. In Beatrice's opinion, the handsomest man of all was Alyssa's fiancé, the Princely Architect, but Alyssa was her friend and Beatrice would never flirt with a friend's man, so her conversations with him were merely friendly and full of professions of her overzealous adoration for Alyssa, which he seemed to appreciate.
She sat behind the reception desk with a romance novel in one hand and a rice cake in the other, happily munching away on her snack as she delved into the heart-wrenching story of a plucky Irish girl whose nerdy boyfriend had to emigrate to America in order to do some stupid job that he easily could have done in Ireland instead of running away from his feelings like a cowardly snake, leaving her devastated, but happily, the girl ultimately triumphed when she met a much better man and the original boyfriend was eaten up with heartache upon returning home and discovering that he was too late to win her back, and threw himself under a truck – the stuff that dreams were made of, really. She knew that residents would start arriving for their check-ups at any moment, so she did her best to adopt an expression of serene beauty as she read, because she clearly wasn't going to take anyone's breath away by stuffing the rice cake into her mouth like a hungry horse.
Ah, Thursdays.