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Post by Elizabeth Martin on Sept 7, 2006 17:09:06 GMT -5
She nodded slightly as they kissed and suddenly pulled back, looking bothered with something. Elizabeth eyed his closely, and let her thoughts play on than vanish. She moved back towards him, and nuzzled his neck, then spoke.
“So about the Cotillion… You’re taking me right. And you’re okay with…” She paused and took a deep breath “TakingAWhiteLimoWithMyParentsAdiMeAndMyBrother” Elizabeth spoke quickly hoping he would just say yes. “And I was kind of hopping you’d wear Lavender. Darren’s wearing Lavender…”
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Post by Colby Hill on Sept 7, 2006 20:03:05 GMT -5
When she pulled away, Colby looked down at her, furrowing his brows and wondering why she was looking as such. Many thoughts swirled through his mind just then, wondering if he'd possibly done something wrong. Well, they hadn't done anything in regards to advancing the relationship, so he didn't think it had anything to do with him possibly moving too fast. So what was it? When she came back close to him though, he let out an inaudible breath of relief and wrapped his arms around her, his eyes fluttering shut.
Listening to her talk, he raised a brow, thinking he maybe heard her wrong. Lavender? What the fuck? He was to wear that horrid color because her brother was? Blah. She better count her lucky stars that he felt so much for her, or he would have told her and that pansy color to go elsewhere... Why not a nice little colbalt blue or something? Blech. "Hmm, fine. Lavender's alright," he conceded with a nod. "And I don't have no problem with going in the limo with you guys. Anything else?" he asked, hand running in small circles over her back. "Like things I'm going to be required to do or whatever?" He didn't know about the mandatory dancing thing, so now might be a good time for her to tell him...about anything else too. [/color][/font]
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Post by Elizabeth Martin on Sept 12, 2006 14:46:59 GMT -5
Nodding, Elizabeth smiled, turned on her back in his arms and then began to go over everything he would need to know.
“Ok. Yea. We have to take dance classes. Well Not really. I just kind of have to show up. You can’t dance right? Like the weird ones like the waltz…Yea, and you and my brother wear lavender, Adrienne and I wear white, my mom will be is white with Lavender accents, and my father in lavender, with white accents. Family themes. Had them forever. They never get old. We eat before, Probably at Charter Oaks…The limo is my father’s, so stretch, and we’ll pick you up from where every.
Now. For important stuff.” Elizabeth took a deep breath. Ah, The Joys of Being a Martin. “OK. It’ll seem weird at first but we all tend to have a bit of a strut, and we always come in like we own the place. Martin’s are held high, not matter where they are. In New York, we are the equivalent to the Schelleberg’s if not higher. I hope you can hold your liquor. I started drinking at age 12; I’ve had practice. I always have some sort of whine following around. Oh! AND NEVER EVER questions my father and his spending. If he decides to buy you a condo in Mali, let him! He whines about that kind of stuff.
We all have tattoos, on out lower hip, so if we get into a big discussion, just nodded and looked interested. Oh! And here’s a big one. We randomly speak Russian and not notice. So If we start talking to and you have no clue what the hell were are saying, Just ask for translation, we usually laugh, and then repeat what we said, as humanly close to word for word as possible.” Elizabeth a finger to her mouth and she gently bite down on her index finger’s nail, as if she were in though, and then said “Yea…That’s it…”
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