mm_j (mm_j) wrote in morningstar_mnr, @ 2009-12-23 05:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | anastasia, andy, beatrix, chas, declan, drew, isabella, marek, niles, sterrin |
Take your Pick! All around the Manor, Wednesday.
Anastasia stood in the garden, definately not dressed for the weather in a pair of dark jeans, black slouch boots, the tank top she'd gotten as a secret santa gift and a open cardigan. She was shivering and her hands were starting to go numb, but she'd get inside just as soon as she could stop camera ninja-ing all the pretty snow and ice that had settled in on the various fixtures in the garden. Hyperthermia? Pffft. Second fiddle to art.
Niles was feeling froggy today. He had plans with Kara for Christmas eve, no plans for Christmas day aside from handing out gifts to his friends, and that made him happy. Wearing a t-shirt that had been given to him as a joke (dark blue with the words "Sorry ladies, I'm gay" on it in white letters) and a pair of jeans, Niles headed down to the Mocha. He might get himself a coffee and then go buy himself a KISS pinball game for his apartment as an early gift-to-self. Fuck it.
Isabella sat in the Mocha slightly more tan and definately jet lagged in a black dress and a pair of leopard print shoes. She'd just gotten back from Hawaii with Micah and was hoping to have some time before they took off to NYC to see her mother to rest up. Stiffling a yawn, she flipped the page of her newspaper and conciously avoided checking emails on her iPhone.
Bea stood in the conservatory with Pippa in a vintage Catwoman t-shirt and a pair of jeans, trying to remind the puppy that it wasn't okay to poop in the flowers. Ever. Nor was it okay to eat them or dig holes around them. Sighing, she pinched the area between her eyes and made a mental list of all the things she needed to do before Christmas.
Declan was in the ballroom, quiet as a mouse, wearing a black leather jacket, a black and grey scarf and a white v-neck t-shirt with a pair of jeans and smoking out the door to the outside. What? It was freezing balls out there and he needed a cigarette to go with the hot cup of Mocha coffee cradled in his left hand before he went back into the Mocha to finish reading the paper. Later, he'd probably do some last minute shopping for Jack and Sterrin.
Speaking of, Sterrin was up by the pool in a very tiny and pale blue bikini, lounging in the sun like a cat. She had masses of wrapping to do even though she'd only bought gifts for Declan, her mother, one or two for Jack and Leo, and one for Isabella. She wondered if she should buy a gift for Max or even Trevor. Did sleeping with someone more than once necessitate a gift? Pondering, she flipped over on the lounger and let the sun warm her back.
Drew was in line in the Mocha fresh from the hospital and still in a pair of blue scrubs. They were comfortable, and after he had some tea, a cookie, and dominated this game of Bejeweled Blitz on his iPhone, he was soooo going to go upstairs and crash.