Tx_Liquor
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Rodger Queens, a tall man with dark brown hair and a trimmed beard with a hint of grey walked through the house with the scent of fresh cooked steak. Normally ham was on the menu but their son was bringing a new woman to meet the family so Marion was playing is safe and avoiding ham and shellfish just in case.
"What if she's Hindu?" Rodger asked, intentionally digging at his wife's obsessions to appear far more Stepford than he liked. It was her mother's fault for being a mix between June Cleaver and Martha Stewart. Now, Marion just played it up for appearances.
"Don't start, Roy. I don't need the added stress." She refilled her wine and drank from it to calm herself.
"Take it easy, you don't want to pass out before they get here."
Marion shot Rodger a glare but quickly turned back to focus on her garlic potatoes. He just turned and went to check the fire and then do a quick inventory of the gifts. "You have two presents for a woman you've never met?"
"Rodger!" Marion yelled, voicing so much in just his name. She didn't want to put up with him tonight and he knew this meant she just wanted to be her neurotic self. He muttered, under his breath and went to pour a single malt for himself. By the time the doorbell rang, Marion was opening a new bottle of wine while Rodger was just now finishing his first drink. "Get the door!" his wife barked, despite his already being half way there.
As soon as the door opened, Josh smiled, "Happy Holidays!" The young man extended a few wrapped boxes for Rodger to take and motioned for his girlfriend to enter first. It was the first moment Rodger had to set eyes on this woman and greeted her.
"Welcome, I'm Rodger Queens. You can just call me Roy. Mr. Queens would make me feel old." He said with a laugh.
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"What if she's Hindu?" Rodger asked, intentionally digging at his wife's obsessions to appear far more Stepford than he liked. It was her mother's fault for being a mix between June Cleaver and Martha Stewart. Now, Marion just played it up for appearances.
"Don't start, Roy. I don't need the added stress." She refilled her wine and drank from it to calm herself.
"Take it easy, you don't want to pass out before they get here."
Marion shot Rodger a glare but quickly turned back to focus on her garlic potatoes. He just turned and went to check the fire and then do a quick inventory of the gifts. "You have two presents for a woman you've never met?"
"Rodger!" Marion yelled, voicing so much in just his name. She didn't want to put up with him tonight and he knew this meant she just wanted to be her neurotic self. He muttered, under his breath and went to pour a single malt for himself. By the time the doorbell rang, Marion was opening a new bottle of wine while Rodger was just now finishing his first drink. "Get the door!" his wife barked, despite his already being half way there.
As soon as the door opened, Josh smiled, "Happy Holidays!" The young man extended a few wrapped boxes for Rodger to take and motioned for his girlfriend to enter first. It was the first moment Rodger had to set eyes on this woman and greeted her.
"Welcome, I'm Rodger Queens. You can just call me Roy. Mr. Queens would make me feel old." He said with a laugh.
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