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Old 05-20-2018, 02:44 PM   #1
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Uncle is Plus One (closed for seraph_nocturne)

Sitting in his home office he idly watched out the 20th story window at the park across the street. Life was good right now. Business was rolling along, he lived more than comfortably, and aside from his recent break-up there really hadn't been any hiccups along the road in awhile.

It was then his phone went off with a few bars from Aerosmiths Crazy. Only his oldest niece had that text notification. Checking the text he was not surprised by the topic or the tone.

The bitch is crazy! I can't take it!!!

While true you shouldn't call your mother that. Such appelations are reserved for her siblings, coworkers, and random stranger in the supermarket.

I wasn't talking about that crazy bitch I meant the other one.

Oh well she is your sister call her what you want. Were you just texting to cast aspersions or was there a point beyond?

That nagging, micromanaging, shithouse rat crazy nutjob is demanding to know who my plus one is. I don't have one and she knows it and she is just making a point.

Go adopt a puppy and bring it with. I do not envy your plight. Though being invited just so I could say I was busy would have been fun.

*evil smiley* THAT'S IT! You are my plus one! Your are more destructive than a puppy, generally more house broken, and your being there is scandal unto itself.

No... oh dear god no.

PLEASE?!?!?!?!

Please no?

You have too. You can't make me go through this alone.

I really don't have a choice here do I?

Nope. If I am going to suffer then we can suffer together.

Looking at his phone and knowing he could fight her but in the end he would never say no all he could do was mutter, "Fuck."
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Old 05-21-2018, 03:16 AM   #2
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A wicked sense of delight bubbled in her chest, causing her to giddily take the tall vanilla cone from the vendor in the cute little cafe food-truck presently set up on the corner of the bustling park. The chatter kept her from calling, but the text convo alone had her feeling a million worlds better about the entire situation. Sunglasses perched gently on the bridge of her nose, her long dark hair swept up in a sleek pony tail. The length cascaded casually down her arms, the loose fit off the shoulder creme colored blouse, with it's billowy sleeves and cropped waist exposed a few choice pieces of art permanently inked on her skin. Money well spent, if you asked Tiare. A small strip of her abdomen was exposed, the naval piercing just disappearing beneath the dark yoga-style leggings she'd slipped on.

As she meandered her way down, noting a few coy grins of bashful acknowledgment from a group of young joggers, she finally drew her iPhone to her ear, ringing her most favorite uncle as she steadily approached his new apartment. "What the fuck are you doin'?" Her tone was laced in amusement, and mischief, not at all unusual of Tiare. "Are you home? Are you dressed? Tell your door guy to let me in... you're coming shopping with me..."

You might've thought she'd planned it with how quickly she'd shown up, but fortune was that their immediate family happened to live close. Her gym wasn't far from here and afternoon yoga was hit and miss. Ice cream, however, was a whenever the hell it appeared type of situation, so Tia pulled over the older black BMW at an instant.

Her phone buzzed several times, and she glanced down to the screen before rolling her eyes. "Eyuck--Darth Sister, blowing up my line again. Color schemes. Gift Price-tag Minimum--what the fuck?!" She giggled cutely as she lapped idly at the vanilla cone and read over the massive wall of demands her younger sister had sent. "Bullshitbullshitblahblahblahhhh--"It's an open bar, don't be a bitch and get sloshed"--Hey, I'm down in the lobby..." She quickly tilted her head to catch a stray stream of rapidly melting vanilla before speaking with a full mouth mirthfully, "Your doorman sucks, stop playing with your dick and get down here!"

She lazily draped herself over one of the ever so comfortable lobby loungers, not giving her dearest Uncle a chance to respond before hanging up on him. Oh, he'd come down just to tell her how rude she was she was certain, and she'd likely tease him before tackling him with a hug and dragging him off to be her personal fashion critique.

It wasn't often that she bothered dressing, well... formally. Contouring clubwear, work-out attire or something obnoxiously lazy and comfortable seemed to be Tiare's go to, and always had. She didn't have an issue designing her own attire, like the top she was wearing at the very moment, jewelry or anything else. Her calling had always been wayward, wild and artistic, an eclectic splash that made her a very sore, loud thumb compared to the uptight cunts she called family. Her younger sister took well after their mother, and both of their uptight, prim and proper personalities did well to make her feel alienated. Oh, but she wasn't alone. Her Uncle was the older brother she'd never had. If ever a member of the family she could be herself around, it was him.
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Old 05-21-2018, 06:36 AM   #3
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"What the fuck are you doin'?"

"Working" he tried to get in as she just kept up her rapid fire stream of questions.

"Are you home?"

"Yes... but I am working."

"Are you dressed?"

"Yes... but I am working!" Looking down at himself he was in grey shorts and a light blue polo shirt but bare feet. Not dressed for any kind of formal outing but not inexcusable for stepping out, or sitting in his home office working.

"Tell your door guy to let me in... you're coming shopping with me..."

"No, I am not. I am working!" He again felt like he was talking to himself with the way Tiare was just running over any response he gave. To be fair it was a tactic he used himself and had for that matter taught her years ago. That was cold comfort as he faced the current juggernaut of his niece's demands.

"Hey, I'm down in the lobby..." and the line went dead.

Damnit. Knowing that she was down in the lobby and unlikely to just give up he had two choices, go down there or make her come up here. After the way she had bulldozed him on going to the wedding and was now trying to disrupt his day he decided to be obstinant, showing her she did not have a corner on that trait in the family, and make her come up.

Calling down to the lobby he told the doorman to send her up. He had no need to describe her. As frequent a visitor as she was and attractive as she was she had become a favorite of the male lobby staff. Once he was off the phone he went by the front door to unlock it before heading to the kitchen for two bottles of water. A moment later he heard the door open and called from the kitchen, "In here you little terror!"

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Old 05-26-2018, 04:20 PM   #4
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The elderly gentleman tending the door wasted no time summoning the elevator for Tiare when he returned from a venture through the main lobby into an employee conference room, musing gently that she must have forgotten her card-key... her uncle knew well how common a sight she was. With a playful wink and idly munching the cone of her ice-cream, she thanked him and pressed the button to carry her up to the twentieth floor, not paying mind to her phone tucked into her purse steady piling on notifications from her baby sister.

She honestly didn't want anything to do with the wedding. She purposely dodged responding to the jaded invitation until her sister was threatening her with grave bodily injuries if she didn't RSVP at the least. The option to decline was all but non-existent, if she wanted some shred of familial status. Her mother would claim her jealous and her father would be disappointed, so if she was doing it for anyone, it was them. Her sister, Peony, could be a headache all by herself... she was bossy, demanding, and expected perfection out of even the simplest tasks. She dominated most any situation, and heaven forbid someone screw something up or take a toe out of line during a dinner rehearsal. She'd go from candy coated, cherub-faced compliments to rampaging bitchasaurus-rex in five seconds.

Strolling down the hall once she'd reached the floor, she didn't bother knocking after giving ample warning to the slightly older man of her arrival. The view from so far up was enough to pull a wide smile across the matte-rose painted lips of the bubbly young woman, and she wasted no time darting into the kitchen to all but tackle hug the man. "Heeeeey grumpy-gills... it doesn't look like you're doing much work up here to me!" She snickered with a wicked grin, inviting herself to one of the bottles of water he held before hopping up to sit on the smooth counter tops. Pulling out her phone she couldn't help but grin, and roll her eyes, showing the screen to him. "Forty two messages... since I told her we were coming. She's probably having a fucking meltdown... I feel bad for her fiance. I mean, he knew what it was when he started dating her, though."

Her fiance, Robert, happened to be a sweet-natured, soft spoken thing and in more ways than one Tiare was positive her baby sis was the one really wearing the pants in the relationship. Robert was perhaps a little more than a glorified man-doll for her to torment. She twisted the cap from the bottle and set her phone down beside her, face down as to not be further irritated by Peony's incessant badgering.

"I don't have shit to wear to a wedding... I think I've got a pair of wedge-heels in the back of my closet, but as far as dresses go, only clubwear, so I'm definitely going to need your help on picking the absolute most obnoxious dress I can find out for this. Should it be white?" She laughed aloud, "Nooo, nonono, she might literally stab me with the wedding cake knife if I show up in white!!"
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Old 05-26-2018, 04:56 PM   #5
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Taking the impact of her body being flung against him he managed to stay on his feet and swing her toward one of the counters all without getting any of her ice cream on her, himself, or the floor.

Leaning back against the island opposite where she hopped up on the counter top his mind noted how her dark leggings drew tight across her hips. It was nothing his conscious mind recognized but it was there and it caused a bit of a stir deep inside.

"I don't have shit to wear to a wedding...if I show up in white!!"

"Well that would certainly solve my work interruption problems. But as your escort for the wedding I might feel honor bound to try and protect you or at least avenge your untimely demise and the next thing you know this is the wedding from Game of Thrones."

He noticed at that point that the vanilla ice cream was melting and started to dribble down her knuckles in a most lurid fashion. "You seem to have something sticky and white dripping on your hand. Which I am sure is not a new situation for you but would you mind not making a mess in my kitchen?"

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