Brendan didn't have to think too hard when it came to the option of seeing Nancy completely naked in broad daylight. She is just lucky that their whole time spent on the beach had been uninterrupted. Since it is his own private beach, the crescent shape nuzzled tightly against a sentinel of the rock cliffs. That was, of course, after having lunch with his client. With nothing to complain about, the gray haired man slipped easily in and out of his expensive car. Luckily for Brendan, his worried expression soon changed after a healthy meal and a gallery of his ideas. Giving his client an envelope filled to the breaking point with papers, Brendan claims that it's all business slides and color frames when, in reality, its not.
Once the day passes on the beach, it's time for Brendan to finally start and get ready for the party. Washing himself down, leaving sand nearly clogging the drains, the playboy finds himself going through his large collection of suits. One by one, he lifts one up to his neck and tries to understand what each and every one of them might mean to his partners. Too savy? Too powerful? Not powerful enough? Oh it was hard to pick the correct one but Nancy soon helps him, picking out the perfect color to really sit well with his unique eyes.
Dressed in the tuxedo, finally realizing that a suit just wont cut it, Brendan hears the doorbell ring. Clasping on his last cufflink, he pats the front of his chest and tries to smooth the shiny velvet that resides there on the jacket. "I really would rather stay home with you, you know." He is quick to inform Nancy before straightening his bow tie and looking back to her. His hair is gelled back and parted neatly to the side. Looking a few years younger, he smells of fresh cologne, the bottle opened yesterday. Reaching the doorknob, he turns it and finds Molly standing in the doorway. Her curved body is fitted into a neat teal dress and her hair done up in a tight swirling bun. Feeling his jaw drop a bit, Brendan steps back and lets her walk into the living room.
"Nancy!" He calls to the upstairs, chuckling as Molly brings up an old argument they always have. She feels that he should put a nice table with some flowers in the middle of the wooden stretch from the garage door to the kitchen. Brendan, on the other hand, disagrees, thinking that it would only be in the way. Plus, he has Luna to take care of and she will, no doubt in his mind, just knock it over. Wanting to kiss Nancy before he goes, Brendan waits for her to come down the stairs. Embracing her, he tells her of his love for her. Indeed his skin has tanned during their outing to the beach, showing him off tonight against the white of the tux.
"I love you and I promise not to be dancing on tabletops this evening. You sure you'll be alright here alone? You have Luna for company." Bringing her face to his, he kisses her for a long, long moment. "Call me if you need me and I'll be sure to come home as soon as possible." Running his hand down the side of her face, he smiles at her one last time before escorting Molly to his car. Not wanting to be too rude, Brendan only touches Molly's bare back when they walk through his threshold, leaving it up to Nancy to close the door. Getting into his bright BMW, they're soon on their way.
Hours later, the doorbell rings once more.
