Rory Jean Beauregard (sg_rory) wrote in supergleerpg, @ 2011-09-13 14:30:00 |
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Rory whippped his car into the driveway of his place like the maniac he is and stopped the car. "Welcome to the Rogers' abode." He said, flatly, looking through her window at the place. He looked around to see if either of his grandparents' or his uncle (who was like, twenty) was anywhere around. He didn't see his uncles car but his grandparents' car was there, plain as day. He opened his car door, grabbed his bag and jumped out, closing the door after him. He walked over towards the passenger side then nodded to his house. "C'mon."
Almost immediately as they walked into the house, his grandmother's voice called out. "Rory? Is that you?" She came around to the front door with confusion on her face. "Is everything okay? Why are you home so early?" The older woman's curious gaze traveled over to Lisa. "No worries, Gran. School just isn't where it's at right now. This is Lisa, by the way." He grinned at his grandmother, then glanced around for his grandfather. That is where he'd get the verbal beat-down from not going to school. His grandmother hugged him, then Lisa and told them to have fun before walking off. Rory put a hand on Lisa's lower back and urged her forward.
When they finally got to the door separating his 'apartment' from the rest of the house, he pulled out a key and unlocked it. He let Lisa in first then walked in on his own, locking it after. He turned on the lights, welcoming her into his living room area. "Make yourself at home. There's food 'n booze in the kitchen. Beer's in the fridge." He pointed towards the exposed kitchen area. "Bathroom's through my room if you need it." He pointed to his bedroom, the bathroom was easy enough to find. "Mi casa es su casa! I said that right, yeah?" He shrugged. "Ma maison est votre maison!" He said, in a language he was actually fluent in as he went into his room, peeling off his sticky clothes. Fuck Spanish, it was all about French to Rory.