- Invitation Status
- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per day
- One post per day
- Online Availability
- 9pm to 12.
- Writing Levels
- Intermediate
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- No Preferences
Tyler walked in and ignored Bea almost immediately. Then he set the table as his father instructed. First he put the plates down and then the forks and knives. Lastly, he put napkins on the side of each plate. With the aroma of the food in the kitchen, Tyler knew what his father was making. It was the only thing he really knew how to cook and that was because it was his mother's recipe for jambalaya. The spicy stew was pretty much the only thing Robert could cook and he was quite proud of it. Tyler smiled at his father as he helped the man bring out the large pot and bowl of rice for everyone to share. Tyler was placing the rice bowl on the table when Bea took her seat. "You don't belong there," Tyler stated, rather nastily.
Robert eyed his son before saying, "It's fine. Bea can sit there. There's no need to make a big deal about this." Robert kept his eye on Tyler. With a quick jerk of his head, Tyler looked at his father about to scream. Instead he growled at Bea.
"You don't belong there," Tyler re-stated. He didn't feel like saying anything else to her, instead he just stared at her with a nasty glare.
Robert eyed his son before saying, "It's fine. Bea can sit there. There's no need to make a big deal about this." Robert kept his eye on Tyler. With a quick jerk of his head, Tyler looked at his father about to scream. Instead he growled at Bea.
"You don't belong there," Tyler re-stated. He didn't feel like saying anything else to her, instead he just stared at her with a nasty glare.