Characters: Juliette/Kalliope (muselyours), Jonathan/Heimdallr (heimdalr) & Jazz/Psyche (thesoul) Date/Time: 1st April; 11am-ish Location: A Restaurant? Rating: PG-13; Jazz swears. Warnings: Sappy sappiness? Summary: The McNamara siblings get together to celebrate Jazz's impending birthday. (Juju's paying!)
Brunch, a concept apparently lost on the only male of McNamara family, had been arranged ahead of time at a high-end (or as high-end as she could manage) of Jazz's choosing. She had made reservations, insisted they sing her "Happy Birthday" and texted her siblings with the time and place directly thereafter. Then it became a mere matter of waiting. And, oh, how she hated waiting. But, somehow--and probably mostly in part to being distracted by preparing for a mass game of werewolf--Jazz had survived until Sunday came around.
For once in her life, she had actually gotten up bright and early too; and at her own choice. But she needed the extra time to get ready. She had insisted they all dress up "like they were fucking Audrey Hepburn...or something", and she meant it. Only, fancy wasn't really her style. Between styling her hair, attempting a hand at some basic makeup and getting tangled in tights, Jazz had searched through the deep, dark depths of her closet to fish out one of the only pairs of heels she owned. This was going to be interesting. The stilettos defied all sense at seven inches high and she had not had time to practice in them. (But, they were gorgeous.)
So, there, by the grace of some benevolent god (or, more likely, goddess) of good fashion and the like Jazz had been able to assemble herself together well just in time to meet her brother and sister outside the dorms. But--oh!--how she wobbled and teetered. It probably would have been best if she hadn't worn these shoes, but she was too stubborn to admit it and had come too far to turn back now. As an image, she looked quite lovely--maybe even older or more mature--in her pale pink dress and all dolled up; it was just her inability to walk without having to find her balance every now then that broke the overall picture.
Jazz scratched the back of her neck and flipped back her hair as she glanced down at her phone, anxious for Juju and Jon to show themselves already.