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Alarice
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Meanwhile, Malcolm was outside in the parking lot, pacing and trying to calm himself. He was still registering everything that had happened: coming here, finding Adare, falling head over heels for him, becoming engaged. Looking back it felt like it was all happening so very fast. He stopped adruptly. "What if this is too fast?"
There was the BEEP-BEEP of a vehicle alarm being activated. Deborah walked up to him. He was dressed in a classic black tuxedo, complete with vest and suspenders but the jacket was nowhere to be found--Ah there it was, held up by a car's sideview mirror. She was dressed in jeans, boots, and a t-shirt with a long sleeved black shirt over it. "Tch ... Again?"
Malcolm blinked and grinned sheepishly. "Hey, Debbie. Um ... What's again?"
She sighed and shook her head. "This whole doubting thing. Didn't you say you loved the idiot?"
"Heh heh... Well, yeah but--"
She grabbed the jacket and pushed it into his arms, turned him around and pushed him in the direction of the building. "But nothing. There's a party going on for you and your loveslave and I'm not about to get lectured on how I was somehow responsible for you missing it." Malcolm and Adare's engagement was the ONLY thing her mother and her brothers ever talked about nowadays. It didn't help that Deborah had been trying to keep communication with them down to a minimum. Make that nonexistent.
"Yes, Debbie." Although he had a grin on his face, he was trying to sound as sorry as possible. He doubted Deborah was falling for it but she didn't mention it so he just kept grinning. His sudden boost of confidence nearly faltered when they entered the room and he heard Adare singing. It almost seemed magical when the crowd parted and he saw Adare there.
Behind him, Deborah gave him a swift kick in the ass that sent him staggering almost into Adare. By some miracle, he managed not to trip into his lover but then he was grinning stupidly. "I'm sorry I'm late."
There was the BEEP-BEEP of a vehicle alarm being activated. Deborah walked up to him. He was dressed in a classic black tuxedo, complete with vest and suspenders but the jacket was nowhere to be found--Ah there it was, held up by a car's sideview mirror. She was dressed in jeans, boots, and a t-shirt with a long sleeved black shirt over it. "Tch ... Again?"
Malcolm blinked and grinned sheepishly. "Hey, Debbie. Um ... What's again?"
She sighed and shook her head. "This whole doubting thing. Didn't you say you loved the idiot?"
"Heh heh... Well, yeah but--"
She grabbed the jacket and pushed it into his arms, turned him around and pushed him in the direction of the building. "But nothing. There's a party going on for you and your loveslave and I'm not about to get lectured on how I was somehow responsible for you missing it." Malcolm and Adare's engagement was the ONLY thing her mother and her brothers ever talked about nowadays. It didn't help that Deborah had been trying to keep communication with them down to a minimum. Make that nonexistent.
"Yes, Debbie." Although he had a grin on his face, he was trying to sound as sorry as possible. He doubted Deborah was falling for it but she didn't mention it so he just kept grinning. His sudden boost of confidence nearly faltered when they entered the room and he heard Adare singing. It almost seemed magical when the crowd parted and he saw Adare there.
Behind him, Deborah gave him a swift kick in the ass that sent him staggering almost into Adare. By some miracle, he managed not to trip into his lover but then he was grinning stupidly. "I'm sorry I'm late."