Les Bonnes Temps [Oriel]

[Fauve Ami Trudel]

Jack wasn't all that bad. He'd been a last ditch choice on her way back to her apartment last night, deciding that she definitely needed a goodnight roll in the hay. So Fauve had stopped by one last bar and saw James standing there, grinning and handsome and almost as drunk as she was. She took him home, and ended up with her feet in the air, him asking "You alright?" and her drawling at him, "Fine. M'too drunk, might pass out. Just keep going, cher."

All in all, it was a good night. Jerry passed out in her bed, which was all well and fine because it meant they got a do-over come morning - well, come noon, which was close enough to morning. Halfway through a mug of coffee with rum, she'd dragged John into the kitchen and nicely requested he help her mess up the already sticky counter top, completely forgetting that Oriel was supposed to come over for lunch.

And that was how she was when her brother would walk in the door: perched bare-assed on the counter in nothing but a t-shirt, doing the nasty with Joe (who, at least, was mostly still in his pants) in a puddle of spilled Irish coffee. Ah, well.

[oriel jacques trudel]

It still took some time getting used to the fact that he had siblings. That they were alive and that he had a family. And that he liked spending time with them even though the two were both drunks, well Fauve was a drunk. Speaking of Fauve, Oriel was supposed to have lunch with her today. He told her he would pick her up, that way he knew she would remember.

Oriel knew sort of what to expect when he reached Fauve's tiny apartment, but not the whole her having sex on her counter. "What the hell, Fauve?" He had knocked a few times before opening the door. He figured she was probably asleep, not having... "I'll let you two have some privacy." Oriel said before quickly turning around and heading straight out the door. Trying to erase the scene from his head.

[Fauve Ami Trudel]

Well, that sure put a damper on things. Suddenly, she remembered her date with her brother and sighed. She placed a foot on Jack's chest and pushed him away before sliding off the counter and onto the floor. It wasn't like her brother hadn't seen her naked butt before when they were kids swimming in the river, but it had been a while and probably wasn't exactly welcome for him. Some people had such hang-ups on the matter.

She grabbed a pair of underwear (Clean? Maybe. Close enough.) and tugged them on before shoving Josh's t-shirt at him. "Alright, time to wrap this thing up," she told him.

Jessie looked alarmed. "He's not your..." he asked.

Snorting, she shoved him toward the door. "No."

Fauve yanked the door open and stepped out into the dimly lit hallway, reeking of booze and coffee in her t-shirt and underwear. Waving a hand to get his attention, she called to her brother: "Ory! C'mon back now, beb! Sorry 'bout that." Guiding her night's guest out and toward the stairwell, she said, "See you 'round, Jeff. Don't be a stranger, now."

"It's Brian."

She squinted at him. "Damn. Really? Ah, well." Fauve waved him off and he hurried past Oriel and down the stairs. "C'mon in, Ory," she told him.

[oriel jacques trudel]

Oriel wasn't sure why he didn't just march out of the building and just leave his sister to have lunch by herself, but he didn't. He just stood outside the door waiting for his sister's sexual companion to leave. It seemed that his sister didn't even know the poor man's name. Oriel shook his head at his sister's absent-mindedness and then nodded at "Brian" as he left. "You really should warn me next time." Well, now Oriel knew to more cautious the next time he went over to his sister's small apartment. "So, you want to eat here or do you wanna go out?