Teague Brennan (poetbrennan) wrote in utr_logs, @ 2009-08-31 08:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | brendann brennan, cassidy turner, kitt (2008), kitt 2, mary winchester, mimi marquez, miniver cheevy, petit lapan lebeau, sam ford, teague brennan |
Who: Open to everyone
What: Life support
Where: Teague's art studio, London
When: Tonight around 5pm
Warnings: TBD
Miniver and Teague had spent most of the afternoon pushing around the furniture and hanging up the paintings that Teague had done so they were out of the way. The studio was a modest little building just on the bank of the river, and was lit with warm-toned lights that had paper lanterns holding them up, and was otherwise a studio - one room with attached bathrooms at the back. There was a little circle off to the side of the room of seating - two comfortable, but paint-smudged couches flanked a dozen beanbag and folding chairs, and in the center of the room, there was plenty of food and drinks set out on a table. There were homemade cookies that Teague's wife Brenda had baked, finger sandwiches that Cassidy had made, and fresh-squeezed juice that Brendann had produced with the help of Lilo. Music was playing from the speakers, in a low, dulcet tone, and the entire place gave off a warm, inviting-if-hippielike sort of tone.
And for good reason. The man who owned the place was rather a huge tree-hugger, if he could say so, himself. Northern California-born-and-raised Teague was tossing throw- pillows down on the couch and onto the fold-out chairs' seats, and setting out ashtrays in spots that were easy to reach while smoking his own cigarette. He was excited, and a little nervous. It was his first time actually arranging something that wasn't a party or poker night, and he hoped it would go well.
Off on the other end of the room, Cassidy was on a step stool, hanging another painting. He was happy for his dad, and proud, too. He always knew his dad was a bleeding heart in the best of ways, but sometimes, it was hard for Cass to admit that he was a little intimidated by his father's nature. He always felt a bit dwarfed in his dad's shadow of kindness, but he tried to put it aside. For tonight, all that was behind him. Teague was doing something amazing for people, again, and this time, he knew that someone out there might actually be helped by just talking it out. Cass wasn't exactly the most talkative guy about his feelings with people he'd never met - in fact, there were only a handful of people he trusted to talk to, but he decided he'd give this a try, instead.