The wheels are turning in those heads of theirs. :angel:
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Miami, house, 7:30pm
Lori: *smiles* Hi.
Riley: *steps in* Wow, what an amazing home.
Lori: I hope you didn't have any trouble finding it. We're kind of tucked away.
Riley: *smiles* Nah, the difficult part was finding a cab.
Lori: I suppose you should meet the chef. Scott!
Scott: *walks over, wipes hands* Our guest is here?
Lori: Yep. Riley Levine.
Scott: *smiles* It's very nice to meet you. *extends hand*
Riley: *smiling, grabs Scott's hand*
Scott: I hope you like seafood.
Riley: Absolutely.
Scott: Great. It should be ready in the next half hour or so.
Lori: Yeah listen, why don't you make yourself at home in the living room. I'll go get us some tea.
Riley: *smiles* Okay. *walks away*
Lori: *grabs Scott* We need to talk.
Kitchen
Scott: *shakes frying pan*
Lori: *walks over*
Scott: I have to say, I was surprised when you said someone was staying for dinner. You're not exactly one to go out and make friends.
Lori: That's what I wanted to talk about. I'm pretty sure...at least based on the overwhelming amount of evidence, that she's my sister.
Scott: *looks at Lori* I thought your sister died.
Lori: Little sister, yes. I'm actually the middle child.
Scott: You never mentioned an older sister.
Lori: That's because I never knew her.
Scott: And what evidence do you have?
Lori: Well for one, she claims her biological father's name is 'Speed' and he's a CSI.
Scott: That's...pretty strong evidence.
Lori: What am I supposed to do?
Scott: *lifts brow* What do you mean?
Lori: How am I supposed to tell her that we have the same father?
Scott: You have the same mother too.
Lori: *frowns* She doesn't need to know that.
Scott: *smiles*
Lori: Ugh...what happens if she doesn't like what she hears? What if she thinks I'm some crappy excuse for a sister? I'm not exactly lollipops and rainbows here.
Scott: She's here, isn't she?
Lori: Yeah and that's because she doesn't know we're biologically related.
Scott: Why don't we just see where it goes before we pull out the DNA card.
Lori: Right.
Scott: Tea.
Lori: *grabs tray*
Living room
Riley: *sips tea*
Lori: *sits* So...are you married? Any kids?
Riley: None of the above, I'm afraid. I guess my career's been somewhat of a family to me that I just never had the time to think about starting one. Besides, I've still got plenty of time for that.
Lori: *nods*
Dining room, an hour later
Riley: This is amazing, where did you learn to cook?
Scott: *smiles* I had a lot of time after losing my job a while back. Decided to learn something that would make me a bit more independant.
Riley: Interesting. And where did you two meet?
Scott: Uh...in Miami. I was here at a uh, I guess you could call it a resort.
Lori: *picking at food*
Riley: And Lori was there too?
Scott: Yep. Of course it being Lori, she wouldn't give me the time of day at first.
Riley: *smiles*
Scott: But the rest is history.
Lori: Yeah Scott and history have a thing for each other.
Scott: *looks at Lori*
Lori: *drinks wine*
Scott: I hear you're in the fashion industry.
Riley: That's right. Ever since hitting the top, it's looking like my brand will be coming to Miami a lot more often. I'm hoping to catch the eye of some international agents and it looks very promising.
Scott: It must be a really exciting field.
Riley: It's very fast-paced and a lot more brutal than you'd think. But I'm a competitive person and I enjoy it.
Scott: Seems like.
Riley: I saw a certificate in your china cabinet, did you go to Columbia University?
Scott: Yes.
Riley: A couple friends of mine transfered out there, they said it was a great place. I, on the other hand, decided to stay at UCLA for an extra year. It was all well and good anyway, I was still able to get my B.A in fashion design but I almost considered going to New York and wearing the blue and white.
Scott: *smiles*
Lori: *stabbing at plate*
Riley: ...Lori?
Lori: *lifts eyes*
Riley: You okay? You've been awfully quiet.
Lori: I'm fine.
Riley: Have I said something wrong?
Lori: *pours wine* Not at all. *smiles* I just tend to zone out when education and success are mentioned in the same sentence.
Riley: *blinks*
Scott: Um, what Lori means to say is...actually I'm not really sure what Lori means to say.
Lori: *drinks wine*
Riley: Perhaps a change of subject might b-
Lori: Why? *slams drink down* Because I'm not smart enough or successful enough to participate in your Ivy League conversation? No NO, please, carry on. God forbid the rate of self-importance drops in this room.
Scott: I apologize, she's not usually like...okay most of the time she's like this but not to this extent. Excuse us. *grabs Lori*
Riley: *nods*
Kitchen
Scott: What the hell are you doing?
Lori: *leans against wall* Havin' dinner.
Scott: You're drunk.
Lori: *lifts finger* Not drunk.
Scott: By 'see how this goes', I did not mean get wasted and insult her. And aren't you supposed to be on medication?
Lori: *rolls eyes* What are you, my father?
Scott: Wow we are not even going to go there. You need to get a hold of yourself before you screw this up.
Lori: What does it matter? I'm probably never gonna see her again after tonight and she's gonna think I'm a loser bitch either way.
Scott: Maybe if you stopped thinking of yourself as a 'loser bitch', people would be able to warm up to you long enough to know you aren't one.
Lori: *smiles, wraps arms around Scott's neck* Who needs a pick-me-up when you've got Scott Finch on your side.
Scott: *takes Lori's arms* Why don't we get back in there.
Lori: Fine but I can't promise anything.
Scott: Try your best.
Dining room
Lori: *sits, smiles* You'll have to excuse me, sometimes I forget my manners. It's probably because I was raised in a jungle.
Riley: *lifts brow*
Scott: She's kidding.
Lori: *laughs* Oh
Scott. *grabs Scott's arm* You're so CUTE.
Scott: *whispers* I'm sorry.
Riley: *nods* S'okay. I've really enjoyed dinner nontheless. *smiles* You both have been very hospitable and I'm greatful.
Scott: It's our pl-AH! *grabs Lori's hand*
Lori: *smiling*
Scott: *clears throat* Our pleasure.
Riley: I'll tell you what, I'll leave you my phone number and maybe Lori can give me a call when she's feeling more like herself.
Scott: Sounds great, thank you.
Riley: *looks at Lori*
Lori: *drinking*
Riley: I should be going then. *stands*
Scott: *stands*
Riley: *smiles* I can see myself out.
Scott: *nods*
Riley: *leaves*
Scott: *sits*
Lori: *looks down at wine glass* How am I holding two of these?
Scott: You're not, hon.
Lori: *blinks* Whoa...*smiles* you're so smart.
Scott: Why don't we go upstairs. *takes Lori's arm*
Lori: *stands, staggers sideways*
Scott: *wraps arm around Lori*
Lori: *strokes Scott's chest*
You are a
good man.
Stairs
Lori: Yer like a warm blanket.
Scott: Watch your step.
Lori: *trips over step*
Scott: Yeah. There are stairs there my dear.
Lori: Oopsies.
Bedroom
Scott: *turns on light*
Lori: *grabs Scott's shirt*
Scott: *closes door*
Lori: *kisses Scott*
Scott: *turns head away* Not a good idea.
Lori: *unbutton's Scott's shirt* Why.
Scott: Because you're drunk, Lori.
Lori: This isn't highschool or a one-night stand. I'm pretty sure I won't mind in the morning. Besides, I'll do
whatever you want.
Scott: I'll pass but thank you for the offer. *walks away*
Lori: *narrows eyes*
Bathroom
Lori: *staggers in*
Scott: *opens medicine cabinet*
Lori: What the hell is your problem? You see that your drunkass wife wants you and you say 'no thanks'? And on top of that, I'm willing to do anything and I don't think you realize how broad that 'anything' is. Most guys would be in their glory.
Scott: I'm sure they would be. *opens pill container*
Lori: The other night was exciting. Let's do
that again.
Scott: *pops pill into mouth*
Lori: *rubs forehead*
Scott: *looks over*
Lori: *falls forward*
Scott: *catches Lori*
Living room, 8am
Scott: *places Steph on couch* You want cartoons?
Steph: YA! *makes grabby hands*
Scott: *picks up remote, turns on TV*
Steph: *cuddles up in blanket*
Lori: *walks downstairs slowly*
Scott: *looks over*
Steph: *leans sideways* DADA!
Scott: *looks back* Oh, I'm in the way.
Lori: *opens cupboard*
Scott: *walks over*
Steph: *stares at TV*
Kitchen
Scott: How are you feeling?
Lori: *frowning*
Scott: Right.
Steph screeches, giggles
Lori: Ugh. *holds forehead* Think she'll understand 'Mommy has a hangover'?
Scott: Probably not. *opens ibuprofen*
Lori: *grabs pills*
Scott: Riley left her phone number for you.
Lori: Great. More awkward conversation. *drinks water*
Scott: I'm sure she knows you didn't mean to get smashed and make a fool out of yourself.
Lori: Do me a favour. Stop placating me.
Scott: Done.
Lori: What happened
after she left?
Scott: You were adamant on showing me a good time.
Lori: *rubs neck, places glass on counter* That sounds like me.
Steph: *trots over, blanket in hand*
Scott: *bends down, picks up Steph*
Lori: Did she get her breakfast?
Scott: Yep.
Lori: Her bath?
Scott: Yes. She has two parents, remember?
Lori: *squints* Were you the one that put her hair into pigtails?
Scott: We happen to like pigtails. *looks at Steph, smiles* Don't we.
Steph: *smiles shyly*
Scott: Oh where's that big smile I know you have! *tickles Steph*
Steph: *giggles*
Lori: *smirks*
Scott: Ready for breakfast yet?
Lori: Maybe in a few hours.
Scott: In a few hours, it won't be breakfast.
Lori: *stares at Scott*
Scott: *looks at Steph* Right. Mommy's not amused.
Steph: *chews blanket*
Scott: Looks like you and I are stuck watching cartoons for a while. *walks away*
Lori: *sigh*
TBC................................
