WHO: Rhiannon and Saint David, perhaps momentary Addy? WHEN: NYE midnightish WHERE: Patrick's WHAT: Giggles WARNINGS: TBA
For the past few weeks, Rhiannon had felt like a teenager again, sneaking kisses and hand-holding with David when no one was looking. It was delightful and new and she was enjoying herself immensely.
As long as she just didn't think about the fact that David was her late sister's widower. Just don't think about it. Never. Nope.
She was in the kitchen and the house was pretty quiet for a New Years Eve. Mairead was out at a party and Patrick was playing at a pub. Rhiannon didn't know where in the house the twins were, but they were pretty quiet so she assumed they were asleep. Asleep or entertaining each other at any rate. So she grabbed a bottle of sparkling apple cider, non-alcoholic for the saint, and giggled silently as she padded barefoot up the stairs to his door. She was clad in her nightie and he might be asleep and maybe this was a bad idea, but why not ring in the new year with your brand new kind of boyfriend maybe? New Years kisses were traditional! So she knocked quietly, hoping he would answer.