Gabriele Whistler ➶ Thea Queen (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} redhoodie) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} paxletalelogs,@ 2010-09-09 21:34:00 |
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Why: Meet the neighbors
When: Backdated to Sunday, August 8th, evening
Where: P1
Warnings: Unlikely, as three's a crowd.
Inviting her neighbors over for dinner had been a spur of the moment decision, but it hadn't taken Moana long to prepare for it at all. After all, it wasn't as though she was the one who would be cooking it. All she had to do was order something with a red sauce - she'd ordered from the company enough times that they knew what she liked as long as she provided the basic gist of it - and then be sure to get it on the plates before her guests arrived so they wouldn't see the container it had been delivered in.
A few minutes before they time they'd agreed on, she had the linguine with red clam sauce on the plates, the plates on the table, and her good silverware set out. She hadn't bothered with full courses, of course, but she had also gotten some nice coconut flavored Italian ice for dessert. The glasses were also set out, ready for the red wine she'd asked them to bring (or the red wine she had chilling, in case they'd forgotten). All that was missing was the dinner guests.
At the exact moment they were supposed to arrive, Moana was waiting on the couch, inspecting her fingernails to make sure the dinner preparations hadn't chipped the pale golden polish, which matched the shade of the dress she'd chosen perfectly. Her hair was back in an elegant twist, and she'd picked out an ivory choker from one of her favorite suitors as her only other bit of ornamentation. She was fully prepared to make a good impression... particularly on the man.
