Erin (handson) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2011-02-14 18:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | #group scene, 2009-08-09, erin, evan |
scarred for life
Who: Erin, Evan, Jasper, and Mrs. Forsythe ((NPC... wait, what?))
Where: Forsythe home
When: Morning
Waking up to see Erin safely sleeping in his arms just made Jasper smile along with her. Good to know that last night was not a dream by any means. Besides, he forgot how awesome morning snuggles were. And when they finally did roll out of bed, they realized that today was the day - demons were suppose to be running around. Time to get serious. Jasper agreed to meet Erin up at Anywhere But Here, though needed to stop by his place to clean up first. As appealing as it was to join Erin when she walked off to take a shower, he knew it was probably best if he headed out quickly to get ready. It wasn’t like he was never going to see her again. Throwing on his clothes quickly, he ran his hand through his hair while heading down the stairs and towards the door.
Rosemary Forsythe was just walking in the front door as Jasper headed down the stairs. A local priest had stopped by to check the wards on the house, and Rosemary had seen him to his car. She was perfectly calm, and confident that the day would go well for them. They’d get through it, like they always did, and help those around them. She put on a smile at the young man on the stairs. “Oh, good morning,” she greeted with ease. “You must be Erin’s friend. She said she had a date last night.” She’d seen his car outside, and had taken that as a sign to mean the date had gone well. They usually did, with her daughter. “I was just about to start breakfast. Your timing’s great. I’m Rosemary, Erin’s mom. Come on then, I’m sure you’ve got a busy day ahead of you.” And she actually began leading the way to the kitchen.
....what?
Jasper couldn’t remember the last time he had the whole walk of shame thing. Senior year in high school? Yeah, that sounded about right. He really didn’t expect to be meeting Erin’s mom now. Later on? Sure thing, but this was just... yeah, wow. There was no word to describe this situation. And holy crap, she wasn’t kidding about this breakfast thing either. He couldn’t even jump out a window and make a break for it with the way she was leading him to the kitchen. Damn the whole gentleman thing he had going on. He could never say no to a lady, regardless of who it was. “...it’s... uh... good to meet ya, ma’am.” Awkward as FUCK, but still good. “Ya really don’t hafta worry ‘bout me and breakfast. Don’t wanna be a burden on ya.” Maybe that would work. Maybe... Fuck my life.
Oh, he was shy. How cute. “Nonsense, I won’t hear of it. Don’t you know what today is? Breakfast is the most important meal of the day, you know. You’ll be done and gone long before the wave starts.” Rosemary continued on into the kitchen, and pointed towards the table. “Sit,” she told him. “Coffee’s on, it’ll just be a minute.” And with that, she fired up the stove. Yup, she was totally serious. And this didn’t make her uncomfortable in the least. “Did you two have fun last night?”
Wow, this woman was serious business. Then again, it was a nice change in comparison to A) all the mornings he had after hooking up with a girl and B) any morning he had with his own mother. She rarely made breakfast for him and Jameson. The twins had to survive on their own damn early. Jasper just sat down politely and nodded his head in her direction. This wasn’t that bad... Besides, the coffee smelled awesome and could prolong his need to whip out a cigarette for a while longer. Seriously, after the night he and Erin had? He could go through a pack an hour just to dull down the overwhelming afterglow. And speaking of which... Did she just...?! Thank god he wasn’t drinking the coffee now or else he would have spewed it all over the place. Again - no words. Jasper was completely red and speechless for a second, then cleared his throat before speaking up. “I would like to think so. She’s definitely a lot of fun to be around.”
Evan was aware that someone else was in the house besides family. Well, besides Jillian too, because he’d invited her over because he knew the house was safe and seriously, his house was cooler than hanging out in the high school. Funeral home parts included, of course. Ever the night owl, he had not actually gone to bed yet, having stayed up all night chilling out with Jillian. It wasn’t every day he had someone over, after all - and when that someone could also be described as “hot redhead,” even better.
For now, Jillian was sleeping and Evan could smell the coffee brewing downstairs. Without bothering to change out of his pajamas - he was, after all, planning on sleeping away the next demon apocalypse - he went down into the kitchen. “Hey Mom,” he said - and then noticed who else was there. Older guy. Blond hair. And it looked like Mama Forsythe was making breakfast. Sucked to be New Guy right now, because there was no way he was leaving now. “Oh hi!” Thanks to that Redbull he’d had not an hour before, he was still wide awake and like hell he was going to miss this. “You must be Erin’s date from last night. I’m Evan.” He took a seat across from him. “Erin’s brother. What’s for breakfast?” Hell, he’d just take some up to Jillian later.
Rosemary cast Jasper a huge grin. “She takes after me,” she agreed, then started mixing up pancake batter. As her youngest entered the room her grin widened, and before he could bypass her she planted a kiss on his cheek. “Morning, sweetie! How do apple pancakes sound?” That sounded like excellent demon fighting food to her.
WHO THE FUCK INVENTED THIS DAMN FAMILY?!
Seriously, if Erin didn’t show up in ten minutes, Jasper was going back to the hospital due to having an aneurysm. A combination of the little brother acting like this happened every morning to the mother being just an older version of Erin made Jasper want to headdesk every two seconds. And he actually facepalmed when Mrs. Forsythe had to mention that Erin took. after. her. A slow, semi-subtle facepalm, but there nonetheless. By the time Jasper washed that image out with whatever brain bleach was left in the tank, he looked up to nod in Evan’s direction and smiled. Was the least he could do. “Do ya’ll have some message board system on your fridge so you know who’s doin’ what each night?” Five dollars said that Rosemary added in with ‘and who’s doing who’ without missing a beat. He meant it jokingly, merely trying to lighten the mood so he wouldn’t die from a panic attack. Wow, and why did he skip out on joining Erin in the shower again? Jameson was cracking the fuck up somewhere, that was for sure.
Like any good little brother, Evan couldn’t get away from his mom’s kiss on the cheek, though he still made a bit of a face as she did so. C’mon, it wasn’t like he was 5 years old anymore! Even if he did act like it, some days, but that wasn’t the point. “Apple pancakes sound like awesome, actually. There’s still coffee left, right?” If anyone had any sense, they’d cut Evan off from the caffeine sooner rather than later, because it was the only way he’d ever get some sleep today. Though, with the prospect of potentially scarring Erin’s date for life, that was totally worth losing sleep over. “Nah, we’re just open about that sort of stuff,” he said, shrugging. “Kind of hard to hide anything when your sister’s freaking psychic.” And, you know, Mom liked to know what her kids were up to.
“Full pot. Get Jasper a cup, too,” Rosemary answered. And oh, how she could have added a ‘who’s doing who’, so easily, but she had the feeling the poor man would run and it was possible that her daughter might want to keep this one around for a while. Rosemary didn’t really try to keep up with that sort of thing anymore. She grinned as her son explained, nodding along.
“And because Erin knows everything, she seems to want everybody to know everything she knows, too. No secrets with that one. I still remember the year my precious six-year-old daughter informed me she knew about Santa, the tooth fairy, and the Easter Bunny, but Evan didn’t and it was going to cost us to keep her quiet.” She almost made a joke about how Erin was the greatest argument to quit drinking when you were pregnant, but she had a feeling her son would scar Jasper enough for both of them, so she kept that one to herself.
The hell did he get himself into? This wasn’t a walk of shame - fuck, it was torture. Not that Jasper had anything against meeting Erin’s family eventually - yes, he was the sweetheart who would want to keep her around and hopefully she felt the same - but jesus christ on a stick! NOT LIKE THIS. Then again... it didn’t really surprise him, seeing who he just nailed. Erin was ridiculously outspoken and held back nothing. Not a bad quality. He liked it, actually. Just... hopefully there wasn’t a video camera in the room last night so she could share with the family later. Jasper kept telling himself it could be worse - oh joy, imagine that! - and her family could have been waiting for him at the end of the staircase with a shotgun. Maybe that was worse. Either way, it made him fear for his life. “At least she’s honest,” Jasper pointed out to Rosemary with a sweet smile before looking over to Evan. “And I’ve heard a couple stories of your sister givin’ ya a hard time. Didn’t realize it started so young.” He stifled a chuckle at that one.
Seeing as his mom was making them all breakfast, Evan supposed that he could get the coffee. Even if the last thing he needed in his system was more caffeine. He got up from the table and pulled down two mugs, filling each with the liquid nectar of the gods and then going to get some milk from the fridge. “I think it’s ingrained in us to give each other a hard time,” he said, matter-of-factly. Poor Jasper, getting caught in the crossfire of sibling rivalry. Evan loved his sister, he really did, but this was part of the payback for that vampire she’d paid to be on his embalming table. And he was going to enjoy every last second of it. If he had a girlfriend, his sisters would do the same right back to him. Jasper seemed way too nice for all of this. Kind of a pity, actually. “And for the record, she still told me the truth not long after we opened presents. Apparently the bribery didn’t work.” He fixed his own cup of coffee, then held up the jug of milk to Jasper. “Milk and sugar?”
“...Yeah, that sounds about right,” Rosemary decided, thoroughly unsurprised. No mystery could survive where her children dwelled - be it Santa Claus or possibly magical flower stalkers. Oh yes, she had indeed heard about that one. And if it turned out to be that English slut, Rosemary would go in for a third plane ticket along with her two darling daughters. One had to look out for her kids. And in that way, she thought it was perfectly reasonable to let her son traumatize her daughter’s date. In fact, she encouraged it. If he stuck through, well, he was a keeper. It was just too perfect when the phone rang. After flipping the pancakes, she hurried off to answer it - in the other room, of course.
Jasper could be a prick when he wanted to be, and usually came off as one most of the time, though when scenarios involved women in the area - especially when in the house of the girl he wanted to keep around - Jasper put on his best behavior. “Nah, no milk, just sugar,” Jasper replied while watching Rosemary head on out to answer the telephone. Holy crap, there was a god. Heaving out a sigh of relief, Jasper rubbed his eyes. “At the very least, ya’ll seem to have a close-knit family.” Maybe too close-knit for Jasper’s liking. Jameson was good enough in his book. Then again, they weren’t used to their mom waking up early to make them pancakes. Actually, they didn’t really have their mom around period. Maybe if they did, then Jasper wouldn’t have been so freaked out over Rosemary’s actions... oh, who the hell was he fooling?
“Just sugar, got it.” Humming softly to himself, Evan fixed up Jasper’s coffee and passed it over. The older guy didn’t have anything to worry about, it wasn’t like Evan was going to poison it or mess with it or anything. Honestly, just watching the guy squirm was enough. Evan held onto his mug, leaning forward a little to watch his mom leave the room, only to shrug it off and glance back up at Jasper. “So, how’d the night go?” He wiggled his eyebrows - not that he expected to hear anything about that, just because Erin knew all about his nonexistent love life didn’t mean Evan wanted all the details about hers in exchange. “Should we be expecting you around more often or what?”
And to think that Jasper was under the impression that he was safe now that Rosemary was gone. Holy crap, no. After this morning, he was going to be convinced that ‘balls out or bust’ was a dominant gene in the Forsythe family. And he was happy he barely got the coffee to his lips or else he would have spat that out all over the table. Instead, he just paused and looked at Evan. Ok, if this was a conversation he was having with Jameson, that was one thing. But the kid brother of the girl he was banging? What. “...I’d like to think so...?” Was this a trick question? Was he on Candid Camera? Fuck, he was about to give up at this point. “I’m not the kinda guy who just spends time with women just for a one night stand. Your sister means way more to me than just that.” He just hoped Erin felt the same way.
Evan was just trying to make the Southern guy twitch, and so far he was doing a damn good job of it. What else were little brothers for? Sure, Erin would probably kick the shit out of him for it later, but it was totally worth it in Evan’s book. Sad he didn’t get to see Jasper spit out his coffee, though. He needed to work on his timing. “Good, because you know what Erin’ll do to you if you get any bright ideas about screwing her over. You know, in the not fun way.” He knew his sister and her boys. Probably not a good time to mention that they’d been, err, loud.
Jasper didn’t know the details on what Erin would do to make his life miserable, but he was sure it would outrank whatever she did to Evan times a million. Probably a 90% chance his balls would be involved, too. Nope, he liked where his balls were, thank you very much. Not to mention he was crushing on Erin too hard to even think of mistreating her. “I promise ya I won’t do no wrong to your sister.” There was a serious glimmer in those blue eyes of his. He might have been a charmer most of the time, but no southern boy could lie about mistreating a lady.
The look in Jasper’s eyes said he meant every word he was telling Evan, and that was a good thing. Evan might not be the fighter his sister was, but that didn’t meant he wouldn’t try to take the older - bigger - guy down anyway if he started shit with his sister. If the Westboro Baptist Church had taught Evan anything, it was that he could Leeroy Jenkins a man with the best of them. “Good, she deserves someone nice.” He paused, “You are nice, right?” He could barely get the words out without laughing.
Having some time alone with Evan gave Jasper some time to sort of test the waters with this guy. Definitely liked joking around, like his sister, so at this point perhaps it was best to just give in. So when Evan dropped that question, Jasper just smirked before drinking his coffee. “Only outside of the bedroom.” If Erin liked scarring her little brother for life, then Jasper was going to have to jump on that boat eventually.
That answer sealed it. Evan knew that if he pressed hard enough, Jasper was either going to snap or crack a joke, and Evan was so glad it was the latter. He laughed, offering up one hand to Jasper, as if to give him a high five. “Oh god, that’s awesome. Tell Erin I said you can stay.” Not that his sister needed his approval, per se - it wasn’t like Evan had good luck with the opposite sex himself - but still, it was there. Jasper was going to need that bit of a spark if he planned on hanging around with Forsythes for a while.
Jasper wasn’t sure if he should have been creeped out or amused by the fact Evan was so gunho about who his sister was getting lucky with or not. Reminded him of how he and his twin acted, but at least they were both guy. Whatever. Evan was a decent younger brother and if he got someone’s approval in the house, then that was a good sign, yeah? “I’ll do that then.” He took another gulp from his coffee before going on. “Speakin’ of which, I’m startin’ to think she fell in the shower or somethin’.” At this rate, Rosemary was going to be back before Erin came down. Jasper was pretty damn sure this was a walk of torture instead of a walk of shame.
Evan was mostly amused by the whole thing, for sure. Why shouldn’t he be? It wasn’t often that Erin’s dates ended up doing the walk of shame, and therefore, he was going to enjoy the hell out of it. And he knew, straight up, that Erin wouldn’t show him any mercy if the roles were reversed, either. Jillian was still upstairs and no, they weren’t dating by any stretch of the imagination, it was probably best that she stayed there for the moment. “Huh.” He paused for a second, listening. “Think the shower’s shut off, so she should be down any minute now.”