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vanillajello) wrote2011-03-25 12:23 pm
vanillajello) wrote2011-03-25 12:23 pm
Overland Park, KS, Late Friday Afternoon
Being in Overland Park right now, it was hard to believe it was still March. The weather had been unusually warm from January onwards, and it was only getting warmer as the weeks went on. Charmaine was triumphant and taking it as a sign that the higher powers were smiling down at her plans to have an open air wedding. Kate just took it as another reason why dear ole OP was a better place for her to be these days than Fandom.
The bride-to-be hadn't been home when Kate had gotten there. She and Tara had taken off on a little roadtrip to Lawrence, since that was where the mysterious Mimi Parmiter lived, according to Kate's online research. They weren't really needed around, anyway. Things were pretty much in order. Max and Nick had been outside building an arch thing when Kate had gotten home, that was probably the biggest thing apart from actually doing some decorating that wasn't finished yet.
And what had Kate ended up doing? Blowing balloons with her dear little brother. They'd been at it for a while now; the gains of their efforts were littered across her bedroom floor like a light purple sea. "Feeling a little faint," Marshall announced, sounding a little out of breath. "I just grayed out."
"Keep blowing," Kate sighed, having to stop to breathe herself. She considered the mostly full balloon in her hand. It wasn't the first time she'd had to get a whole big bunch of balloons ready to go, was it? "You know, I think it's nice to reset the memory of blowing up balloons as something less skeezy, like love, looove." Had anyone asked, she'd have blamed the poor oxygen levels in her brain for even bringing that up. Especially once she heard Marshall's wryly amused reply, posed in the form of a question.
"You refer to your balloon-centred prostitution empire?"
Kate glared at him. "That was not prostitution!" she snapped, making a face. "I never showed anyone my boobs or my giney." He snorted at the last word, and repeated it, amused. "Oprah ruined vajayjay," Kate told him mildly, expecting him to drop the subject after that.
But no. "People bought you stuff," Marshall noted, after another lungful had been breathed into his balloon, "so they could boss you around."
And this really was Mitchell's Russian mailorder bride argument – God, Kate had managed to forget all about that over the past few months – all over again. She appreciated it even less now. "If that was prostitution, then every wife on this street would be a hooker," she pointed out. "Plus the stay-at-home dad who's married to the lady chiropractor."
But Marshall, like so many people before him, would not let go. "What does that say about Zach getting you a condo?"
Ugh. Seriously, not this shit again. "Hey, Moosh, I gotta do what's right for me," Kate drawled, fixing him with a look before her gaze flicked back to the balloon in her hands. "I gotta start my own life." And if she'd been meaning to say something else, it was instantly forgotten because the balloon Moosh had been blowing suddenly burst, startling her enough to shriek in a decidedly unawesome manner before pressing a hand to her face, embarrassed.
Balloons were of the devil. Kate wanted nothing more to do with them, ever again.
[ooc: NFB, NFI, OOC-okay! Taken from USoT S02E12 'From This Day Forward'. It's much warmer in Kate's version of the Midwest than it is in RL, yes, just so I don't have to change the setting of the wedding.]
The bride-to-be hadn't been home when Kate had gotten there. She and Tara had taken off on a little roadtrip to Lawrence, since that was where the mysterious Mimi Parmiter lived, according to Kate's online research. They weren't really needed around, anyway. Things were pretty much in order. Max and Nick had been outside building an arch thing when Kate had gotten home, that was probably the biggest thing apart from actually doing some decorating that wasn't finished yet.
And what had Kate ended up doing? Blowing balloons with her dear little brother. They'd been at it for a while now; the gains of their efforts were littered across her bedroom floor like a light purple sea. "Feeling a little faint," Marshall announced, sounding a little out of breath. "I just grayed out."
"Keep blowing," Kate sighed, having to stop to breathe herself. She considered the mostly full balloon in her hand. It wasn't the first time she'd had to get a whole big bunch of balloons ready to go, was it? "You know, I think it's nice to reset the memory of blowing up balloons as something less skeezy, like love, looove." Had anyone asked, she'd have blamed the poor oxygen levels in her brain for even bringing that up. Especially once she heard Marshall's wryly amused reply, posed in the form of a question.
"You refer to your balloon-centred prostitution empire?"
Kate glared at him. "That was not prostitution!" she snapped, making a face. "I never showed anyone my boobs or my giney." He snorted at the last word, and repeated it, amused. "Oprah ruined vajayjay," Kate told him mildly, expecting him to drop the subject after that.
But no. "People bought you stuff," Marshall noted, after another lungful had been breathed into his balloon, "so they could boss you around."
And this really was Mitchell's Russian mailorder bride argument – God, Kate had managed to forget all about that over the past few months – all over again. She appreciated it even less now. "If that was prostitution, then every wife on this street would be a hooker," she pointed out. "Plus the stay-at-home dad who's married to the lady chiropractor."
But Marshall, like so many people before him, would not let go. "What does that say about Zach getting you a condo?"
Ugh. Seriously, not this shit again. "Hey, Moosh, I gotta do what's right for me," Kate drawled, fixing him with a look before her gaze flicked back to the balloon in her hands. "I gotta start my own life." And if she'd been meaning to say something else, it was instantly forgotten because the balloon Moosh had been blowing suddenly burst, startling her enough to shriek in a decidedly unawesome manner before pressing a hand to her face, embarrassed.
Balloons were of the devil. Kate wanted nothing more to do with them, ever again.
[ooc: NFB, NFI, OOC-okay! Taken from USoT S02E12 'From This Day Forward'. It's much warmer in Kate's version of the Midwest than it is in RL, yes, just so I don't have to change the setting of the wedding.]
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