Maxwell E. Normandin (inherclothes) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2012-10-19 12:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-09-19, maxwell, niamh |
I'm fabulous; you're fabulous -- let's date
WHO: Max & Niamh
WHERE: Landers home
WHEN: Early afternoon
The decision had taken some time to make. Naturally, his first instinct was to pick one of the members nominated for court. Angeline, of course, was at the forefront - good born were family (not wolf, but he wasn't getting married to her so it didn't matter as much) and a wonderfully political family - but there was the little Locke issue. Max still didn't trust the boy as far as he could throw him...which probably wasn't very far because the boy was big and tall. Not that Max had any foundation for his jealousy other than the fact that Angeline had said something about it. Nevertheless, they had both been nominated for king and queen and the opportunity to be get up there together and together could not be passed up. And Max couldn't stand in the middle of that. He respected the idea of high school royalty. His own brother would probably win the crown next year. If they all happened to survive until next year, that was. Considering all the bombings and the vampires and the insanity with the flowers and parks and poisoned berries, survival was still a crapshoot. Though he imagined Mason would be incredibly miffed if any of the family's lives were ended by fruit. The thought almost made it worth it. Almost, but not really.
Max had spent a good half hour that morning picking out the correct watch from his collection. He'd asked one of the maids to run out to Snow White Sweets and buy him cupcakes that morning. And then make them look homemade. And get piping icing. Obviously, the decorations on top would depend on the girl. Which he still hadn't decided on. The vampire was intriguing, though Max wasn't certain that would be looked upon as kindly by his parents. Besides, her hair was too fabulous and he couldn't be shown up. The stabbing victim had been nominated but she was a nobody and while Max was willing to be kind to her, he wasn't about to spend an entire evening in a tux with a date he wasn't sure could dress appropriately. And then it hit him: Niamh Landers. Elemental family, yes, but decently wealthy and the parents were respected in social circles. Isolde, the younger sister, had been nominated for court but the elder had been passed over. And with her dark head of hair, they'd be a lovely contrast. She liked blue and he looked great in the color. He called down for them to pipe the cupcakes in...what was blue? The cookie monster was blue. That would do.
He had a casual lunch in the dining room alone. Who knew where his siblings were at this time on a Saturday? If he could guess, probably sleeping last night off. He added a sweater over his shirt, fixed his hair, and then grab the plate of slightly imperfect-looking cupcakes and was off in the town car.
Stepping out in front of the Landers home, he patted his hair gently and took a single cupcake out with him. Flowers were so passe, and what with all the people allergic to a good bouquet, he didn't want to risk it. Cupcakes were more original. And personalized. They were kind of his thing, anyway. He rang the doorbell and then lifted the sunglasses from his face onto his head. Putting a charming little smile on, he held the cupcake in front of him. He wasn't convinced Niamh would answer the door, but he could offer a cupcake to whoever did. There were eleven more in the car behind him.