Alexandra Montgomery (itslexi) wrote in the_quaffle, @ 2014-02-13 21:24:00 |
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Entry tags: | char: clint warrington, char: lexi montgomery |
Who | Lexi & Clint
When | Feb. 14th
Where | Lexi's House
What | Making breakfast ... if by making breakfast you mean trashing the kitchen
Rating | Language.
Status | Complete.
Clint had come home the night before, but it hadn't really been the sort of homecoming they usually had. Things were awkward and she really didn't know how to fix it. Lately she hadn't felt like she was incapable of making him happy. She'd been trying. She missed him when Quidditch occupied his time, but she didn't complain. She wore his jersey and went to the game and supported him because it was who he was. She was planning a huge society wedding not because she wanted one but because she just thought that maybe he could have one night where his Mother was nagging at him because of her. Everything else just seemed to build up and get in the way ... or she just really wasn't very good at this.
They'd stayed at her place, which wasn't something they did often but one of those things she enjoyed. She liked being out here. It made her feel like she was out from under the ever watchful eye of the media and society as a whole. She could do what she wanted without having to worry about some nasty twist making it's way into the paper. Waking earlier than Clint, Lexi crawled out of bed, careful not to wake him and headed downstairs in a tank top and shorts. She wasn't worried about the cold, the house was kept at an even temperature and the tiles under her feet were heated. She really did hate being cold.
She never really like Valentine's Day. It was a cheap commercial holiday that didn't really have much meaning. You shouldn't need a day to tell someone you loved them. Still, it was convenient, as she needed a way to fix whatever was broken between her and Clint. She was pretty sure she couldn't handle another day of awkward one word responses. All she really needed was an idea. What did people do on Valentines day? All she could think about was cheesy ads for lingerie, which wasn't at all helpful. Sighing, she headed into the kitchen, eying it thoughtfully. She could make breakfast. That was romantic ... sorta? She was sure she'd seen commercials about it. Of course, she'd never made anyone breakfast before but she was a highly educated and independent woman, how difficult could it be?
An hour later, she had hand prints on her arse from wiping flour off her hands in a failed attempt to make pancakes, the eggs looked slimy and she was pretty sure she'd dropped a piece of the shell into them when they'd been cooking, there was egg and dishes scattered across the counter, and the bacon was beyond crispy (though she would like to point out that a couple slices were less dark then the others). The toast was the only thing she hadn't managed to ruin and that was because she'd just put them in the toaster. Turning her attention away from them for a moment, she moved to the fridge to dig out the orange juice. She was sure she had some in there somewhere.
She smelled the burning toast a half a second before the fire alarm sounded. Dropping the juice, she spun around and hit the button on the toaster to pop up the now black pieces of bread. "Damn it," she muttered, wincing at the loud wailing coming from the little round alarm on the ceiling. It was going to wake up Clint! "Shh! Shh! Shh!" she hissed, hopping up onto the counter. She had to stretch to reach it, but she managed to twist it off. Looking for the battery, she nearly cried when she realized there wasn't one. God damn the person who decided having the alarm connected directly to the wiring was a good idea. Glancing at the damn thing, she weighed her option and pulled on it hard, breaking the wiring and disconnecting it.
Standing on the counter among a complete trashed kitchen, a terrible breakfast, and holding a broken fire alarm, she sighed. "Fuck."