Isabela of Rivain (rivainipirate) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-06-27 23:52:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, atton rand, isabela, penelope garcia |
Who: Isabela and Penelope Garcia (with a touch of Atton Rand)
What: Girl's night
When: 6/24
Where: Isabela and Atton's flat
Rating: PG
Status: Complete!
Isabela was excited. This was the first time Penelope was going to come over to her flat, and that meant she would get to meet Churchill and Frankie and Atton. The animals were still talking, and it would be fun to watch her reaction to the boys while there was still one to be had. She’d laid in some wine and a couple of films, and was just waiting for the other woman. It had been a long time since she’d had a proper girl’s night, and it was welcome, every so often; they could relax and joke and gossip about Sebastian Vael.
Garcia was wearing the same flouncy dress that she’d worn to work when she rang Isabela’s doorbell. The only difference was that she’d taken off her heels in favor of a pair of well worn tennis shoes. Stilettos were adorable, but she couldn’t wear them for twelve hours straight. Nine was her maximum.
She’d packed a bottle of her favorite booze, as well as some snacks. Never let it be said that Penelope Garcia was ever unprepared!
When the doorbell rang, Isabela had been indulging in one of her favourite pastimes - scritching Churchill’s voluminous belly - so she called “Coming!” before explaining to the cat what was going on. “This is a human friend of Mummy’s; do please try not to be needy. She’ll definitely pet you anyway.”
Churchill just grunted; Isabela took that for agreement and got the door. “Hello, darling. How are you doing? Atton’s still here, so you get to meet him before he’s off.”
“I’m great, thanks!” Garcia hugged Isabela and moved into the house to take her shoes off in the entryway. “I don’t know if I’m more excited to meet your boyfriend with four legs or two.”
“Two boyfriends with four legs,” Isabela corrected, grinning. “Frankie!”
A skidding of toenails was her reply, as a French bulldog careened into the room, just barely managing to stop before he hit the couch. “Hi! Hi! Hi! New friend, Mommy?”
Garcia had heard that animals were talking, but she just didn’t have much exposure to them on a daily basis. Working sixteen hours a day didn’t leave her a lot of time to commune with nature, and she’d never had a pet of her own. No time. She melted a little when she saw the dog, kneeling down and offering her hand.
“Hi!” Frankie sniffed it, sitting down so the new human could pet him. “I’m Frankie.”
Isabela grinned. “He’s Atton’s little boy, really, but we love our boys equally. Did you notice the sleeping lump on the couch?”
“Churchill sleeps a lot.” Frankie chirped, butting his head into Penelope’s hand. “A lot a lot.”
Garcia was already petting the dog, looking around for said snoring lump. “Cats are supposed to sleep a lot. I think that’s their job, actually.”
“To sleep?” Frankie shook his head. “Cats don’t have jobs, silly. Only humans do.”
“In a manner of speaking.” Isabela chuckled. “Churchill’s job is to be adorable and sleep, and Frankie’s job is to be adorable and bother him. Atton’s job is to play poker and be fantastic.”
“What’s Isabela’s job, then?” Garcia picked up Frankie, snuggled him to her bosom, and covered him with kisses.
“To be my mommy!” Frankie said, in between flails and panting glee.
“Yes, exactly,” Isabela said, laughing, reaching over to scratch more of Churchill’s belly. “Atton? Are you still here?” Her boyfriend had wisely decided to vacate for an hour or two to let the girls gossip.
Atton poked his head out from the living room, smiling and waving. “Yeah, I’m here. Hey, I’m Atton Rand, Isabela’s boyfriend. Good to meet you.”
Garcia’s eyebrows went up. “Wow, she did really good, nice to meet you too. I’m Penelope Garcia. Don’t worry, whatever she tells me about you in the sack won’t leave this room, promise.”
Isabela grinned, going to kiss Atton. “Only complimentary things, promise.” Really, she didn’t have much to complain about. “I wanted Penelope to meet you and the boys. Apparently Frankie gets a pass. Churchill’s still sleeping. Apparently he doesn’t want pets.” She raised her voice slightly, to get her cat’s attention.
Atton gasped when he heard that, moving to bury his face in Churchill’s stomach. Garcia melted a little when she heard the cat giggle. “Eee, tickles, Daaaad, noooo.”
Isabela laughed. “There’s my darling.” She went over to scratch at his ears. Conspiratorially, she told Penelope, “Churchill’s been my baby for five years, but he fell in love with Atton. I’m feeling betrayed.”
“I still love you best, Mumma.” The cat sounded like a grumpy old man, and Garcia couldn’t help but be charmed. She still cuddled Frankie, though, just so he wouldn’t feel left out.
“This is the cutest family around, oh my god.” Garcia kicked her feet excitedly.
Isabela laughed, going to pick him up after Atton had moved. “Thank you, darling. It isn’t just because I have boobs, right?”
“Not just!” Frankie piped up.
That made Garcia snort and Atton outright laugh. “She’s got a bottom too,” he offered.
Churchill nodded agreement. “Mumma’s awesome to sleep on all over.” It was a pretty resounding feline endorsement.
“I will take that as a compliment.” Isabela laughed, snuggling the cat extra before putting him down and going to kiss her boyfriend. “I’m glad you don’t sleep on my bum. It’d be awkward.”
Atton smiled. “For you. For me, it’d just be awesome. But I don’t want to argue with Churchill, so I let him have it.”
It was kind of adorable, and Garcia couldn’t help but grin.
“Thank you?” Isabela laughed. “See what I live with, Penelope?” But her tone was fond, and her eyes were soft.
Garcia smiled and shook her head. “You’re a lucky woman, Isabela.” She was only a little jealous, but that was far outweighed by her pleasure at Isabela’s joy.
“Well, you’ve won the heart of my dog,” Isabela pointed out Frankie, who was still headbutting at Garcia for pets. “But right. Tonight is for gossip and wine and silly romantic comedies. I presume Atton will flee for his masculinity’s sake.”
Atton nodded, kissing at Isabela’s neck. “I’m going to go to visit Obi, I’ll be back eventually.” He waved at the two of them as he left.
Garcia couldn’t help but continue nuzzling at Frankie even as she carried him to the sofa. “Your boyfriend’s smart.”
“I think so. He likes his manhood.” Isabela smiled, sitting down next to the cat. “He knows we’ll get tipsy and talk about girl things and Sebastian Vael.” Because really, when did Penelope not want to talk about Sebastian Vael.
Garcia just blushed brightly. “There’s nothing to talk about with Bast, not really.”
“Oh, yes there is. Didn’t he get dumped? I read Radar Online. Did she really do it over e-mail, or text, or something like that? What a cow.” Isabela had said all this while getting up and getting glasses for the wine Penelope had brought.
“E-mail, yeah.” Garcia wrinkled her nose. “She doesn’t want to be tied down, blah blah blah.” Garcia thought that Yelena was super nice and pretty but totally deserving of a good slap.
“Cow.” Isabela said firmly. “If you dump someone via e-mail, you don’t even have the decency to ring them, you attain automatic cow-hood. Regardless of your reasons.” She shook her head, starting to fiddle with the wine bottle to open it. “I ask this not, for once, in a sexual way: have you consoled him at all?”
“I went over to make sure he didn’t give himself alcohol poisoning - made him drink water. He kind of hid in my boobs for a while and I pet his hair. He’s so soft,” Garcia murmured. “But he’s ... he really loved her. Before you suggest I slide into where Yelena was - he’s hurt. I don’t want to hurt him more.”
For once, Isabela didn’t make a joke. “I do think you should be there for him, though. When you really love someone, breakups bloody hurt, even for as accomplished a womanizer as that bloke is.”
“I think I love him, is that nuts?” Garcia bit her lower lip. “I just want to help him, even if he moves onto a whole USSR’s worth of supermodels in fur bikinis.”
“Firstly, it’s Russia. Secondly, anyone who’d actually wear a fur bikini is horribly tacky.” Isabela turned up her nose. She got the wine bottle open, starting to pour. “Thirdly, I don’t know if it’s good or horribly stupid to love him, but you can’t control what you feel.”
Garcia couldn’t wait for wine. “I just know that he makes me want to help him. No matter what. Did you know this is my first day off since I started working for him? Working two jobs is insane. Crazeballs. Major props to all those people who have to work two jobs at once to make life work, because I want about a month off now, please.”
Isabela raised an eyebrow. “You’re doing two jobs just so you get to ogle this bloke?” Was that really necessary? Or healthy? “I didn’t actually know that.”
“Oh, yeah, I’m working a temporary job just to hang out with him. I’m nuts, didn’t you know?” Garcia faceplanted into a nearby pillow.
“I think you are, luv.” Isabela shook her head, handing over a big glass of wine. “You must be exhausted. Make him rub your feet once in a while.”
“Yeah, we’re not quite that familiar yet,” Garcia blushed. “He buys me lunch sometimes?”
“Well, make him buy you a drink or two instead.” Isabela took a pull of wine. “You can work with a few drinks in you, right?”
“I can, but I probably shouldn’t,” Garcia sighed. “My life is so freakin’ messed up, you have no idea. And I’m still kinda dating this guy from Bast’s company!” Yeah, that was a weird wrinkle.
“What?” Isabela narrowed her eyes. “When do you sleep, Penelope?” She drank a bit more, sitting on the couch and leaning back. “And did you date this bloke on a whim? What’s he like?”
“Do tom humans do the same thing as tomcats?” Frankie asked, still looking up at Penelope.
Garcia smiled lopsidedly. “Not much lately. And we’ve only been out twice, super casual stuff each time, but I swear, whenever he looks at me, his eyes literally start to shine up and ‘Call Me Maybe’ starts playing behind him. He’s like a high school puppy and it’s all my fault and nope, it’s just a name, Frankie.” She took a long breath, finally winded.
“You really should set him straight, darling.” Isabela wasn’t actually joking this time around. “If you’re not interested, he needs to know. And sleep is lovely, I promise; you might want to call in some day and get some.” No bloke was worth that.
“I’ve tried! I told him that he’s really just a super friend like, four times.” She yawned, taking another drink of wine. “I’m almost done with the work at Bast’s, to be honest. Half the time I just nap under my desk.”
“It might be a good thing.” Isabela shook her head. “I mean, I want you to sweep that man off his feet - Sebastian Vael - and live happily ever after. But I don’t want you to ruin yourself in the process, darling.”
“Same. Honestly, I’m fine with just being his friend. I just want him to be happy.” And she wasn’t just saying that. With Garcia, it was the truth.
“I still think you should sweep him off his feet.” Isabela looked at her. “Just ... later. When he’s in a better frame of mind. And you’ve slept more than ten hours in a week.”
“I like sleep. So does Churchill.” Frankie headbutted Penelope’s shoulder. “Take a nap with us?”
Garcia felt her heart melt and she bit her lower lip. “Oh, sweetheart. I will. I’m going to come over and sleep with you two sometime soon, promise. ... maybe here soon if this wine makes me all yawny.”
“Yay!” Frankie licked her fingers.
“You can sleep, or you can watch Soldier Boy with me. Which is by far the silliest porn film I’ve ever watched.” Isabela held up the packet of cookies.
“I’ll try to watch as much as I can.” Garcia grinned, nuzzling closer to Isabela and snuggling. She pulled Frankie into her lap and snuggled him close, giggling when Churchill nuzzled into them both as well.
Isabela had to admit, this was comfortable. “At least you’ll be happy while you fall asleep?” She hit the play button on the DVD player and settled against her friend.