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[Bunnay]

http://roleplayerguild.com/f34/deja-...nay-ooc-18727/

6pm rolled around the clock, the sun just then beginning to fall behind the skyscrapers of Manhattan, NY. In a medium sized apartment, seven floors up, lived a couple. A young couple, Sara and Jonathan. The neighbors all stared when they went out and girls always asked Sara how she put up with that lazy, arogant, asshole. But everytime she'd just say, He tries, that's all I ask for. But was that really all she thought? She was beginning to think worse of him as she rushed around the apartment in an apron, picking up dirty clothing, cleaning the cats box which he is entitled to do once a week, and cleaning the dishes in a rushed manor.

The water in the kitchen was running, the food in the oven was baking, the table in the dining room was set. The only thing that wasn't working on preparing for tonight's family dinner with Sara's parents, was Jonathan. She growled, bringing a giant bundle of his dirty clothing in her arms and tossing it into the dirty-clothes bin in their closet. Sometimes she wished he had his own room so she could just toss it on his bed and let him deal with it. The stench of stale sweat filled the air as a puff of aroma swept up from the clothes bin. She gagged and grabbed her handy-dandy febreeze spraying it like it was a lethal weapon. She un tied her green apron and stomped out into the living room. She thought she heard the door slam, so that must have meant Jonathan had finally decided to come home. "Jonathan! Get in here and finish the dishes! I told you my family would be here at 7, and it's already 6:15, and what do you do? Ya' stay late! God, you never lift a finger to help me do you!?" she accused, storming into the kitchen to check on the baking chicken in the oven, and to stir the stove-top dishes.

She looked over into the dining room and catching a glimpse of wine glasses, she remembered she had told Jonathan to bring home some wine. "And hunny, did you bring home the wine I asked for, oh, and the lemons?" she called, shoving the remaining dishes into the dishwasher and running back into their bedroom to change into a dinner dress, a slim black one with some jimmy-choo heels to match, quickly combing her hair and putting on some jewelry, with some Chanel perfume for toppers. Walking back out she noticed it was now 6:30, and she hadn't heard a word from him in response, and then she heard it, a knocking at the door. "Shit...Jonathan? Get the door! My parents are here! I gotta get the food ready."

[Deja Vu]

Lemons? "Son of a...."Jonathan knew he had forgot something when he started his daily interrogation from Sara when he opened the door. All he could do was slam the door shut with frustration and deposit the bottle of red on the kitchen counter, nothing too fancy. He needed gas money after all. Somewhere along the way to the homely sofa in the living room he lost his shoes to be forsaken like most of his wardrobe was at the moment.

As long as he stayed quite and watched TV Sara's commentary would be 'innocently' drowned out by the tube. She was in a rush more than usual but it didn't mean he had to put forth more effort than he had to. Jonathan could still smell the sports bar on himself, which he would be at right now had it not been for a certain woman's parental visitation. Perhaps if he dug further into the couch he could ignore the whole affair, as if she expected any more from him.


His channel surfing was rudely interrupted by a knock at the door followed by Sara's shouting. "I got it, I got it." He made faces to himself mocking her demands. Fortunately he was passably dressed, T-shirt and jeans and even socks, because Sara kept the temperature colder than the Arctic Exhibit at the Zoo. He hopped over the back of the sofa and did a little slide across the tile to the door, opening it and forcing a smile all in the same motion.

Jonathan lead them in as he spoke. "Um, Welcome? Sara's...somewhere here."

[Bunnay]

Sara rushed to the dining room table with a steaming plate of baked chicken, setting it down in the middle, where she realized-No center piece. "Jonathan I told you to get me 12 lemons for the center piece...Where are they?" she asked, coming back into the kitchen to fetch the side dishes and the bottle of wine he picked up, setting it all out onto the table as her Family gathered in the living room, talking away. Sara smiled and embraced her relatives but wasn't too happy to see that Jonathan was less than sociable. "Hi Mom, I'm so glad you came." she patted her Daughters shoulder, "Of course I came, I had to see how this man was treating you. The place looks nice.", "Yeah? We just put in new carpets last month."

Before she knew it, it was 7pm and time to sit down for dinner. "Alright everyone. Dinners ready, so you can all migrate to the table, please." she announced, and when everyone was sat, there was one chair that wasn't filled. Jonathan... she grumbled, throwing the oven mits down into the kitchen sink and stomping into the living room, "Get up and come have dinner with me and my family. You promised. You aren't even dressed nice. Ugh!". "What's the hold up, hunny!?", her Father asked, "Nothing Daddy! Coming!-You better get your ass in there, Asap." she warned, turning and going back to the table in the other room.

[Deja Vu]

"They ain't there, duh. I went straight to the liquor store then here,, no time for lemons." Now to avoid the parents as long as possible.
He didn't feel in the torturous mood to sit through a questionnaire of his daily life. No doubt Sara would say enough for the two of them, plenty of hidden insults thrown his way as she did so.

Before he knew it supper was ready. He starting looking for his shoes as it was starting to get uncomfortably chilly for his sock clad feet to handle.
Then Sara barged in with the assumption he was trying to flake out of the dinner plans. He was far to hungry to do that, even if he had to sit through parental supervision. "Oh come on! I'm tryin to find my shoes. It's cold woman, and all you want to do is complain."

Jonathan found his shoes shoved under the sofa as he said that. He shoved them on and walked past Sara to the table, he was starving after all. He sat down roughly in his seat, trying to avoid eye contact with Sara's parents.