Deirdre Summers (swimforthemusic) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2010-08-17 00:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-07-23, gwyneth |
Open like the ocean
Who: Deirdre Summers and Gwyneth Hathaway
Where: Deirdre's home
When: Late afternoon
Heels clicking across the tiled entryway floor, Deirdre headed into her home, leaving her purse and car keys on the small table next to the door. She was never the kind to worry about whether or not the place looked presentable for guests, she had a housekeeper for a reason, but the woman was currently nowhere to be found and truth be told, Deirdre liked it that way. No one to disturb her and Gwyneth while they gossiped, and with Gwyn back after four months overseas, there was much to catch up on, to say the least. David wasn't yet back from Ann Arbor, and she didn't expect him until well past nightfall, knowing him - too absorbed in his work to remember the wife waiting for him at home.
She tried not to think about it in the moment, knowing how upset it would make her. She didn't want Gwyn to show up and have her be a trainwreck, it just wasn't proper. Deirdre might be an overly emotional bitch most of the time, but at least she knew how to host proper company.
Instead, she arrived with a few minutes to pick out a bathing suit to wear and to look over their drink selection for the evening. The Summers liquor cabinet was well stocked with several different types of wine and even a bottle of champagne, though mimosas were definitely a breakfast thing. Hmm, perhaps she'd let Gwyneth decide. In spite of the rain outside Deirdre wasn't worried, she had an indoor pool for a reason, a necessity for a water elemental living far from the ocean she'd grown up with.
Hearing a knock at the door, Deirdre looked up. Caine, curled up on the center of the kitchen table, yawned. Your friend is here, the cat said, dryly, yawning as he stretched out. For a familiar, Deirdre was sure she'd gotten the laziest one she possibly could.
Deirdre rolled her eyes. Of course she is. Be gone with you. By now the two of them were in an easy routine, and she very rarely actually spoke to him - and never with company around. With an easy smile, Deirdre headed towards the door to let Gwyneth in.