Post by Kelsey McNeal on Oct 31, 2018 18:10:56 GMT
Now where did I put those ingredients....ahh, there they are! Kelsey thought as she sorted through one of her kitchen cabinets, picking out things she'd need for slow-cooker beef stew, which was something Kelsey regularly fixed, both because it was good and because she made large enough quantities that she could freeze leftover for later on, thuis saving her time and money. Grabbing what she needed - Italian seasoning, oregano, fresh-ground black pepper and thyme - she took them to her kitchen island and began preparing everything needed - the beef stew itself (basically a large chuck roast cut into cubes), potatoes, carrots (cut into large chunks), onions (quartered), diced tomatoes (chili-style), along with spices, a couple cans beef broth and a few splashes of (okay, a couple large splashes of!) hot sauce - adding each ingredient in as she went along, making sure the slow cooker was on and running.
Once everything was in and cooking, Kelsey headed upstairs, figuring she had time for a shower and a change of clothes. Turning on the shower, she waited for the steam to build up, she turned on her shortwave radio and listened to NPR; it was the hour's headlines and like most of the news of the past few months, most of it wasn't good...."..and in other headlines, a riot erupted in Chicago at a mutant registration center as a crowd of protesters tried to shut down the facility; police pushed back the protesters but not before several protesters, along with a couple of CPD officers, were injured in the ensuing violence..." Turning the radio to a local jazz station, she stripped off her clothes and jumped in the shower, letting the water and steam invigorate her body and soul. While she showered, she imagined Jenna being in the shower with her, the two of them enjoying each other's company - and each other's bodies as well, she mused, smiling at the lusty thought. In the months since they'd first met down at the Underverse, they'd dated regularly, their relationship growing every time they were together. A romantic affairete it was not, Kelsey thought; they'd gotten to know each other - their likes and dislikes, their particular loves, the little quirky things that made one unique and special - and it gave Kelsey a warm, sensual feeling to know that she'd fallen for someone who loved her for who she was, in all ways and manner of being.
The magic bullet struck, she thought, closing her eyes and letting the emotions roll through her as she asked herself, Is she the One? The one I'm meant to spend my life with, the one to share my most intimate thoughts, the one to share the good times and bad times with? By the gods of Olympus, I really hope so, letting loud a long, quiet moan as she finished showering, feeling a little weak but better than she had been stepping into the shower. Reaching over to cut the water off, she went over in her mind that she had a couple of days off - two successful pro-mutant and pro-LGBT rallies can take a lot out of you mentally, she mused - and that meant she could take her mind off of work. Not that it bothered her to take her mind off of work; as Director of Community Outreach for the Westchester LOFT, Kelsey McNeal had become one of the faces of the organization there and it gave her a sense of pride, of accomplishment, to know that people still cared for their fellow man, human or mutant. In her position, she'd also taken the step of beginning outreach to the region's mutant community, letting them know - in the words of her boss, LOFT Assistant Director Daniel Kerelia, "that you are not alone."
Those were the same words someone said to me the first day I got to New York, Kelsey thought, as she dried herself off and got busy getting dressed and fixing herself up; while she was doing that, she heard her answering machine kick and paused, wondering who'd called and left a message. That'll teach me to leave my phone downstairs, she whispered to herself as she finished getting dressed, bounding down the stairs two at a time. After checking the slow cooker - still plenty of time to go, she thought - she walked over to her landline phone's answering machine and spun it back so that she could hear the message. "Hey Kelsey, this is Clarence," the message began. "The wife and I are flying into Albany on our way down to the City and thought we'd stop by and visit, if that's alright with you and Jenna," his mountain drawl spoke. "We should be down hopefully this evening if our flight isn't delayed...oh, one more thing: Mom wanted me to give you a letter; I don't know what's in it and she wouldn't tell me, so whatever's in it is for your eyes only." That brought a pause to her; Clarence knew why Mom and Dad kicked her out of their West Virginia home when she turned 18 and it damn near started a fight between her older brother and them, so for Mom - Dad being deceased a few years now - to write her a letter came as an absolute shock to her..."well, there's our flight being called; we'll see you later, Sis." The answering machine cut off and Kelsey stood there, transfixed and wondering what in tarnation was going on....
You might be a Trauma Nurse if.... (a) discussing dismemberment over a gourmet meal seems perfectly normal to you, (b) when a patient presents with a list of medicine allergies you automatically assume they are a drug seeker or a patient of Dr. MacMillan's, (c) your idea of a really good time is Duelling Shock Rooms, or (d) all of the above... - Kelsey McNeal - Trauma Supervisor, Salem Central Regional Hospital
Instead of being at her girlfriends house relaxing, Jenna was already showered, dressed and at her job. Dana has moved out leaving Jenna alone in her home and now covering Dana’s supposed shift. It was odd, she just upped and left without an explanation or a letter left. It was disappointing to her as the house was pretty quiet. At the FYE store, she was stocking the different shelves of the different merchandise. Jenna reminded herself during her shift that she needed to pick up a new alarm clock. The last one didn’t survive when her one wing stabbed the button, the shake to get loose and the air time it had before smashing against the wall across from her bedroom door in the hallway. Lifting up the long sleeve of her undershirt, she looked at her watch as it read 9:32 AM. She was only there for an hour and a half so far for the shift to be covered. It was a 8-5 shift which meant she was now working overtime with time and a half added to her pay, which helped her greatly cause that was more money she could use for bills with the lack of a person contributing to the house, leaving Jenna stressing out most nights when she was alone. It did leave some awkward silence when Kelsey came over to hang out or have a date night at Jenna’s house. Sliding the last piece of merchandise into place on the shelf, she wheeled the cart back into the back of the store with large words saying “Employees Only”. Going through the double sided flapping doors, she pushed the cart to where they left them. Cracking her neck slowly, she put her hands on her hips as she tried to loosen up her body.
The speakers around the store was playing its select playlist from the CD player in the manager’s office. A groan came from her as she heard Godsmack’svsong Under your scars. Turning around, she walked back to the front of the store and went to the registers. Going around the counter, she pulled out her black notebook that had the symbol of a golden Tree of life on the face of the book. Opening it, she went to the page where she had a pen in it to mark it’s spot. Picking up the pen she began to scribble a bit as she was drawing little characters on the one page as the other said st the very top, ‘Shattering the World’. It was supposed to be a project of her’s for a new song of her’s. But as of lately with the whole living alone and dealing with all the bills on her own, it was on the back burner for the time being. Her attention was taken away when she heard a female’s voice say, “Your Jenna Jones? Oh my goddess! You sing at Underverse! I’m such a big fan of you and love your performance at the nightclub. Mom, this Is Jenna Jones, that female singer I was talking about.” Looking up with a smile, she looked at a girl who was dressed as an emo punk that was in her twenties with an older lady that dressed nearly close to a nun. Nodding her head, the mother looked at Jenna with disgust and spat in Jenna’s face. “You wretched slut. Your kind is the reason why I fear my daughter’s safety when she goes out to your....Clubs of freaks. I hope you all burn in Hell.” Wiping the spit off her face with her sleeve, she heard the vile words coming at her. What was it with her being insulted at her place of work during the day. With a calm and cool attitude, she spoke towards the older woman. “Ma’am, I need you to leave the store. If you have any items that needs to be purchased, your daughter here can do the transaction for you while you wait outside.”
The woman gurgled her throat a bit, and then spat at Jenna a splatter of snot that hit her acrossed her body and on her neck. The skeletal wings under her clothing shifted as Jenna was now getting annoyed at the rude lady. “Look lady, you spitting on me doesn’t prove I’m the bad one. Only proves that bigots like yourself is the ones that are the dangerous ones. So please, leave or I’ll call the cops and place charges on you for-“ she spat again getting Jenna in the eye. Reeling backwards and turning, she began to wipe the spit from her eye as her six wings spread forth from her back glowing her light aura. “And you blasphemous the beauty of our lords Angels? How dare you demon!” Jenna spun on her heels tomlook the lady in the eyes and shouted back at her. “You think I really wanted to be born like this?!? To be bullied all my life and beaten by your fucking releagous freak spawns?!? I thought your god only wanted love amongst his children?! Now get the fuck out of my store and don’t Ever come back!” She shouted and even stabbed her larger wings tips onto the counter. The woman jumped back a bit and ran out of the store. The younger lady stood there afraid to move as Jenna retracted her wings and settled back under her vest and her shirt. “I’m sorry about my mom...she’s kinda...”, “Old fashion? I get it. It’s just annoying when someone keeps spitting on me while I’m trying to be nice to them.” There wasn’t anything in her hands or on the check out counter. The girl simply left as she apologized once more. The shift manager simply sighed as she closed her book.
Taking her phone out of her tight fitting black jeans, she powered it up to see if she had any new messages or notifications. Which there wasn’t any waiting for her. Unlocking the screen, she saw the background image of herself with Kelsey kissing each other while they were in Central Park on both of their day’s off. It was a cute selfie. Tapping on the txt msg app, it loaded it up and she touched Kelsey’s section. Her thumbs began to type a message to her girlfriend.
[The back and forth between Jenna and Kelsey]
yesterday at 9:32 pm Me: Hey babe, was called by the store. They need me tomorrow since they haven’t found anyone yet to replace my ex roommate’s spot yet...looks like our plans are going to be changed.
yesterday at 9:38 pm Babe: Awwws, I’m sorry hun. *hugs* Well, I’ll make us a good dinner for when you come over to my place. Will you be going home to get cleaned up or are you coming straight over from work?
yesterday at 9:44 pm Me: I’m not sure yet, guess it will depend on how my day is. Gotta head to bed, talk and see you tomorrow. Love you babe.
yesterday at 9:51 pm Babe: Ok, let me know then and I’ll talk to you tomorrow. Can’t wait to see you tomorrow. Love you too sweetie.
Just now, 8:53 am Me: Hey babe...can’t wait to get out of work...it’s so stressful right now. I’ll have to get cleaned up after work. A customer’s nun like hell spawn mother decided to wash me down in her spit and snot....😔😢😢😢
Last Edit: Nov 4, 2018 20:06:35 GMT by Jenna Jones
Hearing the sounds of her LG buzzing, Kelsey walked over and picked, putting whatever thoughts she'd had about Clarence's message to her in the back of her mind....unlocking it and tapping the screen, she saw there was a message from Jenna letting her know she'd be by later that day...and letting her know what'd happened at the electronics store just now. Kelsey groaned; sometimes, the bigots of the world, she thought, just like to show their asses to the world. Kelsey texted her back, letting her know she'd be here and that her brother Clarenceand his wife Natalie were flying into New York and coming to visit. She chuckled at the thought of her older brother, a Marine Master Sergeant with the Camp Pendleton-based 3rd Assault Amphibian Bn. giving that bigot Jenna texted her about the hairdryer treatment....only Clarence wouldn't raise his voice as he did so, Kelsey mused.
Putting her phone back in her front jeans pocket, Kelsey walked into the kitchen and checked everything - all is where it should be, she thought - and walked into the living room to check the fireplace - I'm going to have to bring some more firewood in, she reminded herself - pausing when she saw the picture of her, Clarence and their parents from years ago, back when he graduated following recruit training at Marine Corps Recruit Depot Parris Island. The picture still amazed her, taken at a time when she didn't know what she wanted to be, a time when she struggled heavily with who she was as a person. My, how we've changed, big brother, Kelsey whispered. You're now an E-8, a Marine Master Sergeant, while I've got a steady job, the girl of my dreams, both of us, brother, fighting for what we believe in.
It was one of the few pictures of her, her older brother and their parents and it was for good reason; when Kelsey McNeal had come out as a lesbian to her parents all those years ago, they'd argued and argued over it only for her parents - Clarence was on duty with 1/7 Marines out of 29 Palms at the time - to kick her out of the house over it, like she wasn't their daughter anymore....
--You leave in the morning with everything you own in a little black case Alone on a platform, the wind and the rain on a sad and lonely face Mother will never understand why you had to leave But the answers you seek will never be found at home The love that you need will never be found at home.. - Smalltown Boy, Bronski Beat
...but as bad as that experience had been for her, when her brother had found out what Mom and Dad had done....he'd taken emergency leave from his battalion (and given he had just begun a shipboard deployment to the Indian Ocean, it took some time for him to return to West Virginia) and when he confronted their parents over what had happened, they'd almost gotten into a fight, him and Dad. It frightened her sometimes to think what it had to have taken to get her brother, normally quiet and soft-spoken (traits you wouldn't normally associate with a Marine) to get angry enough to want to fight your own parents. When she was told about it, she'd thanked him only for Clarence to tell her, "Don't worry about it; I'd do the same for any other sibling, little girl."
Sitting down on the couch, she thought about all the times they'd talked when she was growing up - him imparting mountain wisdom and guidance to her, her soaking it up like a sponge. Far as Kelsey was concerned, Clarence was the closest thing to a father she had now, their own father having passed away a few years earlier back in West Virginia. The visitation and funeral had been her first visits home in years and while there were plenty of condolences and thoughts and prayers, there was also an underlying coldness towards her, as if she had become an interloper in her own home state; it was like she was of West Virginia, but not a part of West Virginia stock. The good values, though...those had stuck with her and she kept them close to the heart, close to her center of being.
As she leaned back on the couch for a bit, those thoughts - and the thoughts of what Clarence had said to her on the answering question, occupied her thoughts as time continued on for the moment...
--They're walking around Head full of sound Acting like We don't exist They walk in the room And stare right through you Talking like We don't exist But we exist..
...Let 'em stare, let 'em stare! If that's all they can do! But I'd lose my heart If I turn away from you
Oh Daddy don't turn away You know that I'm so scared But will you watch me drown? You know we're going nowhere We know that we're young And no shit we're confused But will you watch us drown? What are you so afraid to lose? -- We Exist, Arcade Fire
Last Edit: Nov 10, 2018 20:14:17 GMT by Kelsey McNeal
You might be a Trauma Nurse if.... (a) discussing dismemberment over a gourmet meal seems perfectly normal to you, (b) when a patient presents with a list of medicine allergies you automatically assume they are a drug seeker or a patient of Dr. MacMillan's, (c) your idea of a really good time is Duelling Shock Rooms, or (d) all of the above... - Kelsey McNeal - Trauma Supervisor, Salem Central Regional Hospital
Waiting for the response, she saw that Kelsey was typing a message back and then was sent to her phone. Looking at the message seeing her say that she will be at the house and told her that her brother and sister in law was flying in and then driving down. Blinking a few times at her phone, she slowly looked up from her phone and then turned from side to side thinking someone was there. Typing again, she replied with. “Yaay! I get to meet your brother finally! Txt me if there is anything you’d like for me to pick up before I get there.” Slipping her phone into her jeans pockets, a towel was tossed into her face. It was her fabulous gay manager friend, he had a smile on his face and held his fingers up like a cross. “Begone Demon!” Jenna was wiping her face down and then began to pretend she was slowly dying/ melting to the floor until it ended with a thud on the floor from Jenna. Getting back up, he just shook his head while laughing. It was funny at first...then it was getting disturbing a bit with him laughing so hard that his face was turning a deepish red color and tears were sliding down his face. He hunched forward as he tried to get air into his lungs as he slapped his thigh. When he finally was able to breath, he swallowed that air in as he stood up, tried to walk to the back and then began laughing again. This scared Jenna as she watched the massive guy walking and laughing to the back. “Ummm...break a leg?” She yelled into the back. The laughing continues as that ol’ thigh slapping action began again.
Shaking her head, she knew why he was being so goofy. He was smoking his special stash in the back. He had told her earlier that he had slipped in a special gift for her in her bag. That was his que that he had given her a good bit of weed. Walking around the store, she was cleaning up the place. It had gotten busy every now and then. Majority of the time it was only her with taking care of almost twenty customers. After each customer rush, she had to hurry and try to restock what was sold as fast as she could as she would smell the waves of smoke from his office and the sounds of him laughing while he tried to make fun of different videos he was watching on his computer. Just mind blown currently, she didn’t bother to even knock, cause her gay friend was going through a hard time with his relationship since his boy toy had taken a job as a gay male stripper. Wheeling back the old overstock to the front, her eyes looked around as it was quiet now. But her eyes narrowed a bit when she saw the three huge glass windows were covered in mucus, spit and snot. It was Splattergedon and those that had done it was already gone. Taking her phone out, she took a picture of it and then slipped her phone back into her pocket as she had stocked up the rest of the cd’s, radios, speakers, anime, games, drinks, ect. It was pretty boring shift in all honesty.
Two other employees came in along with their shift manager, she was relieved for it. Going into the back, she punched out and grabbed her bag. Hugging her bestie, she went out to the parking lot yawning a bit. Unclipping her car keys from her belt loop, she unlocked her short SUV and slipped inside. Turning on the engine, she pulled out of her spot and headed back to her home. Pulling up to her house, she climbed out and walked inside. Going into her bedroom, she took off her clothing and then went to the bathroom, turning on the shower. After half an hour of climbing herself up and making sure that the wicked hag’s germs were off of her body, she turned off the water. Wrapping her towel around her body, she hurried back into her bedroom. Grabbing clean underwear and her urban camouflage workout bra, she slid them both onto her body and then dropped her towel. Pulling her hair into a ponytail, she picked out a pair of black dress slacks and a white dress shirt. Taking her pants, she slid them up her lightly tanned legs and then buttoned it. Getting her black and purple belt on, she then slid on her white dress shirt and was buttoning it up as she was walking through her room looking for her new lipstick. Once done with that, she began to go through her make and found her new Purple lipstick. Getting her makeup on, she was grabbing her dark purple dress silk socks. Placing her cellphone ontomher desk, she was liking how she was looking so far. Grabbing her black vest and putting it on, she was nearly ready for the rest of the night.
Last Edit: Nov 9, 2018 23:32:18 GMT by Jenna Jones
Post by Kelsey McNeal on Nov 10, 2018 22:04:42 GMT
Feeling her phone vibrate in her pocket, Kelsey pulled it out and read the text from her, asking if she needed her to pick up anything and welcoming the opportunity to meet her older brother and his wife. "A bottle of red wine should suffice; can't wait to see you, sweets!" Kelsey texted back to her as she checked to see how all the food was doing. Everything's where it should be, she thought, the roast beef and vegetables are just about ready to go, the rice is in the steamer and cooking and I'll take the apple pie and ice cream out of the fridge and freezer shortly.
Bounding upstairs two steps at a time, Kelsey darted up to the bedroom and quickly stripped off her jeans, sweatshirt and blouse, setting them aside on a chair for later. Walking over to her closet, she opened it and looked through for something appropriate...now, where did I--ahh, there it is, she mused, pulling out a dry cleaning bag and laying it flat on her bed. Opening it, she laid the tailored black pantsuit and white, long-sleeve blouse gently down, making sure the dry cleaners had done a good job on it. Satisfied all was in order, Kelsey dressed, making sure nothing was amiss. After putting on a sheer white camisole top and an equally sheer pair of black thigh-high stockings on, Kelsey slipped on her blouse, buttoning it most of the way up but not all the way up, she put on her black slacks, tailored for special occasions. Tucking the blouse inside the top of her slacks, Kelsey grabbed a pair of cobalt-blue pointed toe flat and slipped them on, letting her feet get used to the feel before walking over to the mirror and looking herself over. "My, oh, my, don't you look beautiful!" she whispered, doing a half-twirl as she admired herself in the mirror.
Lifting her pantsuit jacket up and setting it atop her shoulder, Kelsey headed back downstairs just in time to hear the doorbell ring; laying the jacket across her living room recliner, she walked over to the front door and opened it, stepping back a little. "Clarence!" she said, a broad smile across her face as her brother and his wife stepped inside. He was wearing his Marine Service A uniform with a crewneck sweater over his uniform blouse, his shoulder epaulettes displaying the twin triplets (three chevrons/three rockets) of a Master Sergeant. On the front of his crewneck was a simple adornment, a pair of marksmanship medals signifying that M.Sgt. Clarence James McNeal, II was an expert Rifle and Pistol marksman; otherwise, nothing was adorned it. Natalie, Clanrence's wife, was dressed in a similar Marine Service uniform, though she was wearing a long skirt, pumps and a crewneck sweater over her uniform blouse. Like Clarence, Natalie McNeal was a Master Sergeant (and a markman as well, though hers' was Sharpshooter level), though she was assigned to Pendleton's Civil Affairs Office - or as Clarence once put it, "I break things, she rebuilds them." "Gods, how are you doing?" she asked as she gave both of them the closest thing to a bear hug that she could.
"Other than being crushed by my little sister, I'm doing just fine," Clarence replied as he added, "Fixing dinner for someone?" having noticed the quaint, delicious smells of food cooking in the background.
"Yeah, dinner for Jenna and I; she's going to be here in a little while," Kelsey said as they headed into the living room, Kelsey checking once more to make sure everything was as it should. As she sat down in her recliner, Kelsey asked, "I got your message on the answering message; what's this about a letter from Mom..."
"Oh," Clarence replied, handing Kelsey a letter, addressed to her from their mom. On the envelope it simply read, "To Kelsey Francine McNeal." The envelope was closed and by the looks of it, was still as it was when it given to her brother. "Got that and another letter in the mail last week; you know Mom's not been in good shape, Sis, for a while and given the history of everything, it had to take her a lot to write whatever she did," pausing as Kelsey set the letter aside, opting to read it later on that evening rather than spoil things now by reading it. "So, what's been going on?" he said, the three of them - Kelsey, Clarence and Natalie - sitting back and waiting for Jenna to arrive, chatting away in the company of family and close friends....
You might be a Trauma Nurse if.... (a) discussing dismemberment over a gourmet meal seems perfectly normal to you, (b) when a patient presents with a list of medicine allergies you automatically assume they are a drug seeker or a patient of Dr. MacMillan's, (c) your idea of a really good time is Duelling Shock Rooms, or (d) all of the above... - Kelsey McNeal - Trauma Supervisor, Salem Central Regional Hospital
Her phone vibrated on the desk as she slipped her feet into her black boots. How they were made, you could put on anything and you’d still look good with them on. Picking up her smartphobe and shipping a bit, she read the text. “Ha! Don’t she forget I have a stash of it downstairs?” Jenna said smiling to herself. She typed in her reply as, “😈 cya shortly babe and like wise” Slipping her phone into her pocket, she quickly tied her boots and then stood up. Picking up her black Denim jacket, she slipped it on and clipped her chain wallet through the right front belt loop and then stuffed her wallet into the back pocket. Turning off the lights, she walked through her house and then went downstairs. Once her foot hit the floor, she B lined herself to her wine fridge. Opening it, Jenna grabbed one bottle of red wine and a bottle she had picked up a couple of months ago. The liquid in side looked like blood, but it was black cherry wine that Tiger from Underverse gave her to try. Shutting the fridge, Jenna went back upstairs and made sure all doors and windows were locked. Heading out into the back yard, the six Skeletal Wings came out of their slits in her clothing. A bright aura came forth off of her body and began rising up into the air rising higher and higher until she was cloud level. The sight of New York was beautiful to see from this height. Turning herself, she began to glide through the air towards Kelsey’s.
Every time she was starting to lower in altitude, she would lift herself back up to what she had her height before. One thing she wished she had brought with her was a scarf, a ski mask and a heavier jacket. Since it was the fall, meant it was a lot colder up in this lovely state. Mumbling complaints to herself as she glided her way towards her girlfriend’s home. Getting closer, she could see the tip of the roof and then the rest slowly slid into her view. The sight of the mustang that Kelsey drove and another vehicle she never seen, she figured that was the brother and sister in law. Getting into position, she lowered herself while gliding down towards the porch. Her feet touched down lightly as she folded her wings back up. Setting the bottles down for a moment, Jenna pinched the fabrics at her shoulders and lifted it up and away from her back. Her Skeletal Wings slid underneath her clothing and laid up against her back. The long wings had to wrap themselves around her waist and rested just under her stomach. With her left hand, Jenna picked up both bottles in between her fingers by the necks. Fixing and adjusting her clothes, being nervous was an understatement since she was meeting her family. Taking in a deep breath, she slowly exhaled. Getting the courage up, she opened the front door and stepped inside. “Hello? Sorry for being slightly late.” Jenna called out as she moved inside and had closed the door behind her. Hearing the talking and eventually movement coming from the den. Jenna didn’t make it more than a few steps towards the living room when she was met by the warming hug of her lover. “Aaahhhhhh, you feel nice and warm.” Jenna said lightly as she hugged and then kissed Kelsey.
Handing her the bottles of wine as she let go of her, she turned her attention to the two Marines. Smiling brightly, she stepped up to them. Not knowing either to shake their hands or to give them a hug, she decided knnthe latter. “You must be Clarence and Natalie.” Moving over to them both, she wrapped her arms around the two nicely dressed Devil Dogs. Letting go and taking a step back she would say to them. “It’s finally nice to meet you two. Kelsey has told me so much about you both. I’m Jenna, but some call me Jay Jay.” Sniffing the air, she could smell the food coming from the kitchen. “Smells good babe.” She called out, and her stomach agreed as it growled outloud. “And my stomach concurred.” Jenna was Hungry Since she didn’t have the time to eat while at work. Taking off her Denim jacket, she hung it up on the coat rack. “So, how long are you two love birds going to be around for?” She asked as she made her way with the others to the dining room.
“Hello? Sorry for being slightly late.” Jenna called out as she moved inside and had closed the door behind her. Hearing the talking and eventually movement coming from the den. Jenna didn’t make it more than a few steps towards the living room when she was met by the warming hug of her lover. “Aaahhhhhh, you feel nice and warm.” Jenna said lightly as she hugged and then kissed Kelsey.
"Not as nice and warm as when I'm with you," Kelsey whispered in-between kisses, holding Jenna close as they stood there in the living room, the fireplace giving off its' heat and helping fill the room with lots of warmth, a nice contrast to the blustery conditions outside. Taking hold of the bottles of black cherry wine - a good choice for dinner, Kelsey mused - she took them to the dining room and opened one, setting the other one over on the kitchen island, listening to Jenna conversing with Clarence and Natalie... Handing her the bottles of wine as she let go of her, she turned her attention to the two Marines. Smiling brightly, she stepped up to them. Not knowing either to shake their hands or to give them a hug, she decided knnthe latter. “You must be Clarence and Natalie.”
"That's right, ma'am," Clarence said, taking off his garrison cap. "Clarence McNeal, Kelsey's older brother--"
"And sounding board!" Kelsey called out from the kitchen; Clarence chuckled and added, "and sounding board, ma'am," pausing as Natalie introduced herself to Jenna as well. "Pleased to meet you, Jenna," she said, a faint Kentucky twang to her voice which seemed to compliment Clarence's West Virginia voice. Moving over to them both, she wrapped her arms around the two nicely dressed Devil Dogs. Letting go and taking a step back she would say to them. “It’s finally nice to meet you two. Kelsey has told me so much about you both. I’m Jenna, but some call me Jay Jay.”
"The feeling is most definitely mutual, Jenna," Clarence replied, adding as Kelsey came back into the living room, "and knowing Sis, she's probably spun so many tales to make even a salty dog like me blush," causing Kelsey to give him a friendly, playful slug to the shoulder. "Oww," he yelped. "See what I mean?"
"Natalie, put him in the doghouse for me, okay?" Kelsey retorted as Jenna spoke again.... Sniffing the air, she could smell the food coming from the kitchen. “Smells good babe.” She called out, and her stomach agreed as it growled outloud. “And my stomach concurred.” Jenna was Hungry Since she didn’t have the time to eat while at work. Taking off her Denim jacket, she hung it up on the coat rack. “So, how long are you two love birds going to be around for?” She asked as she made her way with the others to the dining room.
"Overnight," Natalie replied as the four of them headed into the dining room, Clarence having walked over to the kitchen to help Kelsey move everything - the roast beef and vegetables, steamed rice, a large mixed salad w/vinegar-and-pepper drizzled onions and cucumbers (with a large apple pie and ice cream for dessert; both of them were kept in the fridge for now). "We had originally planned to stay at a hotel down in White Plains before traveling to LaGuardia to fly down to Washington but when Kelsey heard, she told us just to come by and stay in the guest bedroom, save ourselves the expense of a hotel room somewhere."
"Plus, we've got a day or two before we have to travel to D.C., so it only made sense to spend the night here," Clarence continued, carrying the slow cooker with the roast beef and vegetables to the dining room table, a large, rectangular table in the middle of the dining room which looked as old as the West Virginia mountains he and Kelsey were from but wasn't more than five, six years old. "Only reason we flew into Albany rather than LaGuardia was that one of our colleagues at Camp Pendleton's been reassigned to the Counter-Terrorism Center at West Point, so it just made sense to fly into Albany, drive down to West Point, drop off Major Middendorf, and then drive down here.
"Plus, the reason we've got to travel to D.C. is that's where we're both being re-assigned to," Clarence added. This caused Kelsey to pause as she carried the salad bowls and salad to the table; Clarence added. "I've been assigned to the Assistant Commandant's Office, the S-3 Section, at Marine Barracks Washington; Natalie's headed to the Civil Affairs Office there, so we'll both be in each other's hair once again," giving Natalie a hug as she brought several wine glasses into the room. Bringing in the plates and utensils, Clarence set down gently in front of each chair as he asked, "Should we wait for the blessing first and then..."
"Go ahead and get everything and then we'll have the blessing," Kelsey said as she made one last sweep of the kitchen, making sure they'd gotten everything before joining the others in the dining room...
You might be a Trauma Nurse if.... (a) discussing dismemberment over a gourmet meal seems perfectly normal to you, (b) when a patient presents with a list of medicine allergies you automatically assume they are a drug seeker or a patient of Dr. MacMillan's, (c) your idea of a really good time is Duelling Shock Rooms, or (d) all of the above... - Kelsey McNeal - Trauma Supervisor, Salem Central Regional Hospital
Jenna enjoyed each kiss she was given as her cheeks turned into a fair red shade of blush. But her attention was on the other guests. They all walked over to the dinning room and kitchen area. Everyone was talking and busy doing something by carrying different things to the table. This left Jenna feeling a bit left out since every time she was going to try and grab something, but someone would beat her to it leaving nothing else to carry out. “Yeah, it’s a good thing Kelsey offered you guys the guest room. A single night in a motel or hotel should be considered as Highway robbery. Plus some of them aren’t in such good neighborhoods.” She explained a bit as she looked at the desserts Kelsey picked up.
There was a huge variety of ice creams in the freezer. Raising an eyebrow, she would call out to her girlfriend. “Think you got enough ice cream babe? Bet it made the cashier wondering how big of a sweet tooth you have.” Her eyes fell on the ones that had Chocolate in it, something she couldn’t eat which caused her to frown a bit before turning her attention back as she closed the fridge and freezer. Going to the dinning room where everyone was starting to get settled in, she took her place next to Kelsey. Her amber eyes looked at both of the military personnel sitting as well as Clarence asked about grace which Kelsey replied about getting their plates and bowls ready. Standing up, she picked up the bottle of wine and poured it into each wine glass before setting it back down in the middle of the table and sat down in her chair.
Letting her possible future brother in law and sister in law to get their meals first. Grabbing the tongs to the salad, she filled her bowl up before realizing her salad dressing wasn’t there on the table. Quietly excusing herself, she pushed her chair back and gotten up. Walking back to the fridge, she reached in and grabbed the bottle of Ceaser salad dressing. Closing the door, her boots lightly clicked somewhat against the wooden floor and took her seat again. Pouring some of the contents of the beef stew onto her plate, she waited as she went quiet while the others did their grace section before they could start eating, since she wasn’t Christian or Catholic. So it made her feel a bit awkward to say the least. Bowing her head in respect for them, she went over a prayer inside of her head to Gaia, Mother Earth. When amen was heard, she raised her head and took her snapkin and laid it across her lap. Picking up her salad dressing, she shook it up a bit and then poured it over her salad.
Putting the cap back on, Jenna picked up her fork and began to eat a bit of her salad at first. After chewing on a few pieces of her salad and swallowing, she picked up her glass and took a sip of the Black Cherry wine. Setting the crystal glass down, she picked her fork up and began to slowly eat her stew. Chewing on a piece of beef, onion slice and a small chunk of potatoe, her eyes went from person to person as they talked to each other. She was content on just listening to them chit chat, catching up and spinning stories like a group of children around the lunch table. It was a cute scene of them. Setting her fork down as she swallowed, she took her cellphone out and took a picture of the three of them. Turning off her phone, she slid it into her vest as she began to eat again.
Last Edit: Nov 20, 2018 19:24:08 GMT by Jenna Jones
