☠Fourth Reel: Rubbing Elbows with the Locals

[redcinemareel]

[PHONE]

Today is a special day. A day where mothers are given the praise they rightly deserve for going the distance time and time again, as well as enduring the hardships men simply CANNOT handle. In all honestly, women should be wearing those britches the men are unable to fit.

Truth be told, I could care less about this holiday for my own personal reasons, but there are those that deserve a proper celebration, and how can I turn down a petty reason to celebrate~?

At the moment, it's seven in the morning. At noon, there will be a brunch for the mothers of Mayfield in my home at 1670 Nelson. Please keep in mind that I do reserve the right to refuse entry.

Don't worry. There will be spirits and other refreshments to enjoy~.


[ACTION]

[At 1670 Nelson, Grell awaits with an open door, and classical music playing in the background. The food is probably store bought, since Grell is still improving on her cooking skills. The tea is made by her, though. It's not over-steeped this time!]

Comments

[keep_smiling]

Me too what?

[He'll catch on soon.]

[redcinemareel]

[SIGHS]

Never mind. If you wish to be of use, you'll need to put on a dress and join THEM. [She points over to Mart and Cade, who are also in dresses.]

[keep_smiling]

[Blinkblink.]

Well, if that's what you'd like! I can't promise I'll look good in it though.

[redcinemareel]

Perhaps that's for the best. I simply cannothave you looking better than me, after all.

[keep_smiling]

[He's not even sure why he's going along with it. Or why those other two guys are.]

Not even possible. But I bet I can look better than those guys! Who are they, anyway?

[redcinemareel]

[Grell shrugs casually, as if she doesn't know or care.]

The one with the odd hat is Cade, whom I just met about ten minutes ago. The other is Mart, my date for the prom.

[keep_smiling]

I see! And they were apparently alright with the dress thing too, eh? Are we making dinner, then?

[redcinemareel]

One of them stripped down to his skin just to put one one~! [Best. Day. Ever.]

[keep_smiling]

Well, you don't want to see me do that. [Said matter-of-factually.] So I can just help them with dinner then.

[redcinemareel]

...what makes you think I don't? Also, this soiree is not lasting that long.

[keep_smiling]

Maybe you think you do, but you don't.

[Maybe it's reverse psychology?!]

[redcinemareel]

...then strip.

[Don't think it worked.]

[keep_smiling]

[He sighs a little, shrugs lightly - all still with a smile - and proceeds to take off his shirt. It's not a pretty sight. Elmer is covered in horrible scars. They're all contained to his torso, chest and back - no where that wearing a t-shirt would show them. Scars on top of scars, all sorts of injuries, most looking ages old.

If she doesn't stop him, the pants are going next. It's not like he can really help it at the moment.]

[redcinemareel]

[Grell simply leans against a wall, watching. Scars are not something she is squeamish about, especially since she makes so many of them herself. To her, they tell a tale of many genres. Of romance, hatred, friendship. They had their own beauty.]

[keep_smiling]

[Grell could easily tell that these scars aren't self-inflicted, or from battle. Nothing romantic here; just a man who has been tortured.

Welp, there go the pants. But he's not gone all the way just yet.]

Are we really going for the Full Monty here?

[redcinemareel]

[Grell loves torture, especially when she gets to do it. Humans are vulgar, yet fascinating creatures. She does blink at the mention of Full Monty.]

Pardon? Are you saying to stop? That's absurd. You've gotten this far. It would be a tragic waste of development to stop now.

[keep_smiling]

[Another light shrug, and off goes the boxers. Folding his arms over his chest, he stands there awkwardly.]

Well, there you go, then. Happy Mother's Day.

[redcinemareel]

[Grell grins before walking over to him and patting his shoulder.]

Thank you. For the record, I like what I see~.

[keep_smiling]

[Okay, he has to laugh at that.] Not often I hear that. Now, can I put these back on?

[redcinemareel]

No.

[keep_smiling]

... How long do I have to stay like this?

[redcinemareel]

Until the ladies leave. Is there a problem?

[keep_smiling]

For some reason, no. They might have one, though.

[redcinemareel]

[Shrugs]

They know where the door is.