Rebels & Mutineers is set in modern day New Orleans, Louisiana. R&M is fueled by player's plots and group input.
Supernatural people have always had their place in society, hidden in plain sight or locked away for their own protection. New Orleans, a haven for the strange and mysterious and a magnet for the supernatural.
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Guillaume got to the café before Evan; as the oldest child, he had always made it his business to be early. It was also just good business practices. He could get more done in the morning than most of his partners did all day, and only a small part of that was because of his power. He sat in the back, watching the other patrons. None of them were bothered by the others, all engrossed in their own lives and stories, which made him relax a little bit. Removing the sunglasses from his eyes, he rubbed the thick beard he had grown out. It was not very long, but it was a change from his rather trim, short facial hair. He had also clipped his hair shorter than Evan probably remembered. Surely she would have something to say about it; she always did.
The Charbonneau siblings lived in the same city, which was smaller than other large cities in the states, but their jobs had them constantly on the go. Evan was always writing, and Will was always trying to run his business, which had more often taken him out of town completely. He frowned at the thought. His siblings were truly the only family he had – well, at least the only family he claimed. Time seemed to be intent on drawing them further apart, which vastly displeased him. He needed to know the details of his sister’s life. What if she had a new, unapproved boyfriend? The thought made him snort with laughter, but he did have to remind himself that she was a little, twiggy tween anymore. They were all growing up.
The waitress interrupted his thoughts with a charming smile. “Can I get you something to start with?” the woman questioned. She was young, pretty, but had seen better days. Will favored her with his best disarming, comfortable grin. He ordered two coffees, having memorized Evan’s order from years as her burly, big brother.
“And an order of beignets, please, ma’am.” He had always had a sweet tooth; it would do him in, his mother had told him. The waitress nodded in acknowledgement before going off to help other patrons, leaving Will back to his waiting. He took out his phone and set it down, face-up, to watch for any notifications from Evan or any of the other countless people who seemed to need him at the most inopportune times.
Evan ran her fingers through her long blonde hair, these new interns were driving her crazy. She didn't remember being this useless when she started at In the NOLA. Checking the time again, she knew that she had to leave within the next few minutes in order to be on time for her coffee meeting with her brother. It had been so long since she saw them and they lived in the same city. She looked over the edits that the intern gave her and sighed, she was ready to just toss it all away and do it herself. She spotted one of them cowering in fear and shot him a glare. She didn't have the time to train people who should have this down already, and she really didn't have time to do it now. Evan pulled her tan jacket on, pulled her blonde hair out from being tucked into her coat and made sure to pass in front of the useless intern that gave her a pile of paperwork to do.
The trek to the coffee shop was fairly close, close enough to make her feel guilty about how long it had been since the last time she saw Guillaume. She had been working so hard, diving into her research on Monroeville. There was so much going on at that place, she knew that there was a story in there somewhere. Evangeline walked into the coffee shop, easily her favorite in all of New Orleans, and was happy that her brother knew that about her. They made the best beignets in the city, and she was sure that was the actual reason he picked the place. Will had a sweet tooth that was unmatched by anyone she had ever met. How he was able to keep his physique, she didn't know. She was used to all of her friends having crushes on her brothers, which might be a reason why she tried to keep her lives separate. Her brothers as one part of her, and her friends and social life as another. More likely was that she knew that one day she would do something dangerous. Something that could get her hurt and she just couldn't think about what that would do to her brothers. How that would impact them and how they would go on. None of the Charbonneau children had contact with their father, and their mother suicided years ago. They had each other.
Evan walked into the coffee shop, a smile on her bright red lips when she spotted her older brother flirting with a waitress. Some things never changed. She crossed easily to the table, getting a clear read from the waitress that she was hoping Will asked for her number. She was used to it, but it was always weird when she got people's thoughts about her brothers in her head. "Guillaume!" She touched her brother's shoulder, fully expecting him to stand up to give him a hug. The waitress shot her a glare, thinking some choice words about Evangeline for interrupting the moment. "How's my favorite oldest brother doing?" She asked, mostly for the benefit of the waitress. She hated her ability at times, but it did come in handy during a lot of her work. She always got the best insider scoop and she always had the best leads. Sometimes it led to her having to take days off work with crippling migraines, but it was worth it.
As soon as his phone was out, Guillaume had several notifications, from his partners, a random woman, and others asking various things of him. One wanted his okay on a new endeavor regarding a commercial building near the lake, others wanted money, and some just attention. The charities he directed to his assistant, and the only other one he answered was his partner. As business-focused as Will was, his colleagues were more-so. They often accused him of relying on dumb luck instead of diligence, which he merely laughed away. This usually manifested in them pestering him at all hours, as if he needed reminding that he had a job to do. Sometimes, just once in a while, he wished they would either buy him out or let him be, but he knew he would get too bored either way. As much as he hated working around the clock, he could not imagine his life without it.
Seeing his sister come through the door, he stood to greet her, pulling lightly at the casual suit jacket her wore. “Oh, he’s not here. You can just call me your favorite brother, E,” he teased her with a grin. To the waitress, he barely spared another look as he enveloped his sister into a giant hug. He lifted her off her feet for a second before setting her back down. Reading the situation, the waitress murmured something about their food being right out.
It was not completely his fault; Will was just that happy to see his sister, relatively happy and in one piece. They had been through a lot in their lives, and he knew that it had affected the youngest child heavily. Her power didn’t help matters much, and he worried for her. Unlike himself, her power affected her physically, causing headaches to bloom some days. Like most things in life, that wasn’t something he could shield her from or make better with a bit luck.
“Look at you; you’re looking like a real adult these days.” His grin was practically slapstick as he released Evangeline from his grip and sat back down, motioning to the chair across from him. He eyed her red lipstick, the dyed hair. He had had a few friends who mentioned, as she got older, that she had gotten pretty. Though at the time he had given those boys quite the hurt, they were right. He would have to make sure that no one treated her wrong. That was, after all, his job.
“But to answer your question, I am doing quite well. We had a deal close that was pretty favorable, so I’ve decided to take a little bit of time. How about yourself?” The waitress reappeared with their coffee and beignets, and he grinned, more at the beignets than her. With a hasty thank you, he took the black coffee and basket of food. He immediately snatched one of the fried delicacies from the top.
The Charbonneau children were all busy, Guillaume had his business to run, Evangeline had her stories and articles to write. She wasn't quite sure what their other brother was doing, but sometimes it was best not to ask with the classic middle child. They all worked hard, all trying to make something of their own. Evangeline constantly trying to prove that she was more than her family money. She had been able to get into her role as a journalist on her own merit, she worked hard as an intern, moved up, and did it all without the influence of her father. Without too much reliability on her ability. She wanted to prove to the world that she was more than a telepath. Seeing Guillaume, she felt the biggest smile on her features. She promised herself in that moment to never go too long without seeing her brothers again.
Evangeline wrapped her arms around her brother, kicking her legs up when he hugged her as tightly as he could. It had been too long. She felt her feet return to the floor and the waitress scurry away. Evan didn't need to read her mind to know that she was feeling ashamed for her cruel thoughts about Evan. She settled into her seat and glanced towards where the waitress took off, "She thinks you're cute." She was a pretty good wing woman, but she rarely used the ability to help others get laid. She always figured that it wasn't her job to help women fawn for her brothers or people fawn for her friends.
She laughed when he called her a real adult and just held her hands out with a what can I say, I grew up sort of expression. "Yeah, got that promotion at the paper. Got my own place. No more roommates from hell." When she first started at In the NOLA, she started living with a woman named Catalina. She was beautiful, she was well traveled, and charming. She was always the biggest one-upper and slob that Evangeline had ever met. Every story she told, Catalina had a better one. Every person Evan got to meet, Catalina did one better. She never washed her own dishes and Evan ended up moving out just to be rid of her.
"Things have been good, just a lot of work really." She admitted, grinning in thanks at the waitress for the coffee and the beignets. "Thanks for ordering. I almost smacked one of the interns and I think I'll be much easier to deal with now." She sipped her coffee, enjoying the bitter black bold brew. "Working into a new piece on Monroeville Hospital. Trying to figure out how to spin it." Spin it in a way so people who lived completely unaware of the real reason why Monroeville had patients would stay in the dark. It was a hard line to toe, but she had to make sure their community stayed safe. If one of her newspapers got into the wrong hands, their whole world would be exposed.
Guillaume was happy to be able to say that every single one of the Charbonneaus were able to crawl out the hole early life had seemed intent to dig for them. They were successful, relatively happy, and they had not needed their father’s money and assistance to get to that place in life. No matter how others tried to deride their accomplishments, Will would not concede to it. They were doing well despite their father, not because of him, and that was what made him the proudest. If he could, he would have scheduled weekly Sunday evening dinners to celebrate, like “normal” families, but the others, and their calendars, could never agree to that. So they were stuck catching up every now and again over coffee, which wasn’t too bad.
He waved his hand dismissively at his sister as they settled in their seats. “We’ll leave a nice tip and make her day, since she has to put with you putting her on blast,” he joked. He didn’t doubt his sister was telling the truth, but it always made him a little uncomfortable to use powers in that way. It must be hard for Evan, he mused, to never be surprised by someone. At least his ability gave him the element of surprise to look forward to; he never knew exactly how it was all going to work out.
“A promotion? Well, have a beignet to celebrate, even if it is belated,” he offered her. He turned to his own pastry and bit into it, sending a puff of powdered sugar everywhere. Of course. He chuckled as he set it back down. “Where are you living? It is safe, right?” Just like that, his brows knitted, and he leaned forward slightly, going into protective big brother mode. He knew most of the buildings in the city, as it was his job. He wanted nothing but the best for his little sister, but he was happy she was happy. Feeling that he was being a bit overbearing, he leaned back in the chair.
“I would hope work keeps you busy, or you would have just been avoiding hanging out with your big bro for no reason,” he teased her, shaking his head in mock disapproval. Her next statement threw him off, and he frowned, an expression his face was not used to. “Do you think that’s the best idea? I mean, what are you even going to say about Monroeville?” he questioned. He knew what it was like to have an article about you pop up in the paper, and though he trusted his sister’s judgement, Monroeville was a heavy hitter. Evan would have to be careful; she was capable of it. That did not mean, however, that he had to like it. Their community existed because of discretion, and though he didn’t know the right way to go about co-existing with humans, he was willing to bet that airing dirty laundry never worked well in the end.
Evangeline figured out a long time ago that the thoughts of people around her were rarely off limits. She could learn how to filter out some things, she could learn how to ignore it, but most of the time it was like a radio in another room. Low enough that she didn't have to pay attention to it, but mostly annoying. She would have times where she would get peace, that came and went, but most of the time she just had to learn how to keep going. It was a miracle she was just going to write about Monroeville instead of being trapped inside. "She's the one going on blast in my head." She reminded her brother, it wasn't like she had much of a choice in the matter. She could have ignored, but maybe Will wanted a shot with a waitress. Given his gift, she was sure that the odds would be in his favor.
She grinned when he offered a beignet to celebrate her promotion. "No more running coffee, no more editing all of the grunt work. Now I have interns who fear me. It's a good feeling." She joked, taking a bite of the light and airy pastry. She wiped her hands on a napkin and set the second half of the beignet on her plate while she chewed and rolled her eyes playfully at her brother's questions about her apartment. "Yes-" She swallowed the dough and looked at him seriously, "It's very nice and I planned on having you both over once I finish unpacking." But with the promotion and the promotion in hours, she was still living out of boxes.
Evan nodded when he asked about being sure, "Just some research on the history of it and stuff. Nothing that's going to put a target on my back." She promised. People were always going to be fascinated with the macabre, and the people of Louisiana were no exception to that. It was what thrived in NoLa. She was just giving the people what they wanted. A look into the creepy mental hospital, even though the typical person would never be able to understand the depths of how creepy it truly was.
"But yes, I'm staying busy. What about you? Hitting up Vegas any time soon to put those gifts to work?" She teased and bit into the second half of her beignet. She was sure that he had plenty of work to do without taking long weekends to cheat at cards or blackjack.
It was not that Guillaume did not appreciate his sister’s help; he had let her set him up in similar situations. It was just that the thought of derailing his first meeting with her in a long time for some waitress who had been ridden hard and hung up wet did not appeal to him. Evangeline had tried to describe to him the commotion that went on in her head before, but he could never quite grasp it. He was just thankful that she was able to remain in the free world with him, not in Monroeville, with Monroeville doing whatever the hell they did with their patients. Some, he was sure, belonged there, but he could never imagine Evangeline, or any of his family, being institutionalized. They weren’t dangers; they were different. Or so he believed.
“Here, here. I will drink to that.” He had worked his way up and knew the path well, especially when they did not want to rely on ready-made connections to make the jump for them. He lifted his coffee cup in mock cheers before taking a long sip. It wasn’t great, but he wasn’t much of a coffee drinker. He had no idea how Evangeline genuinely enjoyed the stuff. Either way, he was satisfied with her answers and nodded approvingly. “I’d love to see it sometime. Just don’t host too many wild parties,” he chided, adding a wagging finger for effect. Not that he had room to chastise her for her ways; those were boards he had trod well.
As a newspaper-reading citizen, Guillaume had to admit it sounded interesting. Monroeville was a practically good ghost story, all secluded and spooky. He had no doubts that Evangeline’s article would go over quite well and bring more readership to the paper. As her big brother, however, he still disliked it, but he had learned a long time ago to not interfere when his little sister had her sights set on something. He raised his hands in defeat. “I can’t wait to read it when it comes out,” he assured her. He always frequented both the digital and print editions of In the NOLA, anything that he could do to show off his smart siblings to others.
Will laughed a mocking “ha-ha” laugh when she mentioned flying out to Vegas. “My good looks don’t get me far in Vegas, unfortunately.” But that hadn’t been the gifts she meant. He bit the other corner of his beignet off and chewed pensively for a moment, washing it down with the coffee. “But no. I’ve got bored of all that. Winning just enough to not arouse suspicion isn’t as fun as it sounds.” He shrugged and wiped the sugar from his fingers once more. “So, E, any other fun news I should know?”
Evangeline knew that she was going to have her brothers and friends over for a party once the place was set up. Evan raised her coffee with her brother's and smiled at him. It felt good to have positive news for him. To feel like an adult with her brothers. She wanted to show them that she was grown and that she was doing well on her own. "I'll have a big party and really make you super uncomfortable." She teased, knowing that it would be a lot of fun no matter what. "Probably also invite some people from the paper. Adam, Daphne, some of the other journalists."
Daphne and Adam were two of her closest friends, and she wanted to show them the apartment as well. She smiled when he admitted that it was a good sounding article, she was excited to write it. "Thanks, I just want to put something out there that's good." Evan enjoyed writing and she wanted to show the world that she had more going for her than her family name. "I'll be safe though, nothing that will get me some enemies." She hoped that he would know that she could be smart. Being part of In the NOLA was something that she had worked towards since she was a teenager and it was something she managed to gain on her own.
She laughed when he admitted that he was finished with winning at Vegas lost a lot of it's appeal. Evangeline took a sip of her coffee, considering how much money her brother had to have saved with his gift. She just was bombarded with mental images and thoughts of others. "Other news? Nothing too much, working a lot. Hit up some Bourbon Street bars with Daphne last weekend." She admitted, biting into her second beignet.
Evangeline enjoyed going out after work, hitting up loud parties with her friends and maybe even meeting some cute guys. Not that she wanted to share all of that with her brother. "What about you? Anything new happening?"
Will shook his head and clucked his tongue in admonishment. As old as she grew, she would still be his little sister, and he admittedly had a bit of difficulty reconciling her actual age with his image of her. He had been to his fair share of big shindigs, as he knew she had, but he tried to give that part of her life a wide berth, in hopes she would do the same. He would gladly suffer through whatever she invited him to in order to celebrate her and her accomplishments. “Fine, fine. Just don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” That still left her quite a bit of leeway. He tried to hide his smile with his coffee when she mentioned specific invitees. “How are those two doing?” He had heard of them in passing in society; his work enjoyed advertising and working with various news outlets.
For once, Guillaume lost all sense of teasing when he set his coffee cup down and smiled more broadly. “You know that everything you write is amazing, right? You were always a gifted writer.” The genuine smile became a bit more brotherly once more as he snatched his next beignet and took a bite. “And only ten percent of that was the big brother in me talking,” he teased with a shrug. He was so incredibly proud of her that he almost envied her. She always fought the good fight, no matter the consequences. “Even if you do find ‘em, send me after ‘em,” he offered with a good-natured shrug. Still, he knew he would do it in a heartbeat.
He shook his head and narrowed his eyes seriously. “This Daphne better be a good influence on you.” Even he couldn’t keep up the act before he laughed. “No really, I’m just glad you’re having fun.” When she asked about him, he sighed rather dramatically.
“Oh, you know me. Just working, working, working. I’m looking for more work actually inside New Orleans; flying in and out every other week is driving me crazy. But we did celebrate a big close in Dallas last week, so that was nice.” There were, of course, the after parties, but he doubted his little sister wanted to hear about those. He shrugged noncommittally and took another sip from his coffee.
Part of her was tempted to tell her brother just what she had been hearing from the ginger journalist. She was tempted to tell him that Adam was always flirting with her, even though he didn't know it. But, she wanted the redhead to remain alive, so that very much was not an option. Will usually appreciated her independence, would value her strives to be her own person, but she knew that she would practically be inviting Will to murder Adam if her older brother found out. "Daphne has been getting a little more wild than usual, I think she's looking for someone to date." Adam was constantly flooding her senses with depraved thoughts about what he wanted to do to Evan over her desk, "Adam is good. Been riding my ass more than usual. Deadlines, you know?"
Evan rolled her eyes playfully taking a sip of her coffee. She worked so much, she swore that she had more coffee than blood in her veins. "Thanks, we can't all be hot shot real estate moguls." She knew that there were people who would get angry. People who would see her writing about Monroeville as a invitation for people to find out about the secret world that she was part of. "I'm sure you'll get people running screaming, G." she teased, knowing that her brother was probably the most well toned and strongest man she knew, but she wasn't sure if there was a mean bone in his body. She was sure that she got the temper of the three of them, her scathing pen often getting her into more trouble than it was worth.
Daphne was not, but she was also what was keeping Evan from bending over her desk for Adam. "She's keeping me in line."
She always thought that it was amazing that her brother was always flying in and other. That he was comfortable around so many different people and that he was always in a good mood. She wished she could be more like him at times. "Good time in Dallas?" She smirked at her brother, "Good parties out in Dallas?"
Every day of his life, Guillaume was thankful he had not been blessed with telepathy. Very few boys would have made it out alive around Evan, were he able to hear their thoughts. It was not that he did not trust her to make her own choices or was worried she would make bad ones. It was everybody else that had him worried. Other people could even throw a wrench in his power. Dice? No problem, they listened. Fighters? Nearly impossible. Besides, he had learned in his life only to depend on so many people; everyone else had to exist outside of his purview.
He raised his brow. “Well, that’s certainly an interesting way to describe a friend. No one I need to meet, right?” His inquiry was accompanied by a scratch at the neat scruff along his jawline. Once he realized the slight double meaning to his words, he laughed it off. He had never been the type to go after his sister’s friends, just as he made sure none of his friends did the opposite. That was ingrained in the brother code, at the very core. He shrugged at her mention of Adam, though; she had always lived by deadlines. “If it gets to be too much, tell him he needs to back off. Big Bro G can come to the rescue,” he assured her with a decisive nod.
He chuckled, nearly spitting out the piece of beignet he had just bitten. “Please. It’s much less glamorous than it seems, I promise. No pictures, please, ma’am,” he teased with a rolling laugh, leaning back against the chair. “I’m just glad you’re not one of those tabloids. You report on what matters, and that’s important now-a-days.” He took a slow sip from his coffee and sighed. He still could not shake his grin.
“Oh, you know me. I just got to smile, and they scatter. You were cursed with a Quasimodo brother.” That would be about how useful he could be in that sort of situation. He had never been one to come to blows; he was much better at talking it out and reaching a consensus. No, all that righteous anger had come to rest in the slip of a sister in front of him. He had never liked being on the receiving ends of her less-than-loving barbs or punches.
“Someone ought to,” he nodded in appreciation. But he ‘tsk’ed at her next question. “There are, but none for you, little E. Those are for big kids. Or at least those who aren’t my sister,” he explained, shaking his head. It wasn’t the city’s motto, but what happened in Dallas should definitely stay there. In fact, whatever he did everywhere should stay there, scattered to the wind.
She laughed when he admitted it was a funny way to describe someone. Honestly? Daphne was more than a friend who helped her make bad decisions, but she didn't want Will to get any ideas. When she was younger, there were always friends that came into her life just so they would get in closer with her brothers. She was a hypocrite given how close she was getting to Adam and how much she was enjoying his thoughts about her, but that was a thought for another day. There was an unspoken rule in the Charbonneau family that friends were off limits, but she didn't know if Daphne would have the same mentality. "Oh don't worry. I have no problem getting him off." She was enjoying the word play, especially since Will had no idea what was happening.
Evan took a sip of her coffee and laughed a little at her brother. She placed her fingers over her mouth and caught the droplets before they flew out completely. He was such an ass, but she loved him so much. "Jeeze, could you imagine? Me of all people trying to tell people who's hot and what celebrity is dating who?" She enjoyed spending time at clubs and spending time out with her friends, but she couldn't care less about the tabloid life.
"Oh absolutely. Why you came out without the bag on your head was a bold choice." She told him, biting into another beignet. She promised herself there would be no more after that, she didn't live in the gym like her brother, so she actually had to watch what she ate.
She knew that her brothers were convinced she just was still a child. That she would never grow up and never be an adult in their eyes, "So you're just going to pretend that I'm not twenty four years old, living in my own apartment, working a full time job, and-" She lowered her voice dramatically and shifted her eyes back and forth and smirked at him, "Legally able to drink alcohol." She teased and leaned back in her chair, "I could probably go drink for drinks with you." She said with a smirk, "Any city you want, name it and I'm there."
Guillaume laughed and shook his head. He had no doubt his sister had ways to get men to leave her alone. He remembered that famous Evangeline temper well. She had been the first girl to yell at him, and though far from the last, she was the most memorable. Something about her expert turn of phrases had left his younger self quite floored. She had always been gifted at twisting words; had he not known better, he would have thought that was her power. He finished his beignet, his stomach finally at least a quarter full.
“Well, I hope so. The sort of stress is never good.” He nodded decisively, as if he had just dealt out the sagest of advice. He was blissfully ignorant quite often in his life, as much as he tried to rail against that. This was one of the times, had he a bit more sense, he would have liked to have none.
He drained his coffee cup near to the bottom, the liquid having cooled a bit while sitting. He was glad that Evan was able to stem his coffee shower; he much preferred to drink, not wear, the stuff. “Oh please. I could give you the inside scoop of the hottest bachelor in New Orleans. A one-time tell-all. Where the only thing we talk about is the make and model of my favorite car.” He grinned and puffed his chest out a bit, to fit the description he had just given himself. He could only hold it for a second before he busted out laughing, deflating. “You’re absolutely right. You were made for the hard stuff.”
He flicked a sugar packet at her, but it didn’t go very far. “You know, I’m just glad we don’t favor too much. We’d have to put you up for auction. There’s only room for one ugly sibling in this family.” Unable to resist the punchline, he grinned and leaned in. “But really, thank goodness he isn’t here. No waitresses would serve us with his mug around,” he teased, meaning of course their middle brother.
“Wait, you mean you’re getting older? Who ever gave you permission to do that?!” He leaned back in mock disbelief, dramatically throwing the back of his hand against his forehead. “I can’t bear this, Evangeline. Such rough talk.” He tsked, but he had to admit she was right. “I’m not sure you would like the people who attend my work parties. They’re either stuffed shirts or trustfunders. Very little in between.” The concept did seem to spark a reminder in him. “Speaking of parties, what are you doing for Thanksgiving?”
Sure there was Adam, but that wasn't going anywhere. He had been having thoughts about her since she came to In the NOLA, and that wasn't really going anywhere. She knew that getting out there was the best bet, but she just kept back from the thought that her ginger boss might do something. Might actually make that first move. Evan drained her coffee, thanking the waitress when she gave her a refill. Clearly she had been coming to the place way too much, or the sense that Evan was a fiend was just strong.
"Yeah, I'm working on it. Self care, meditation, mindfulness, you name it." She took another drink of her coffee, enjoying how warm it made her feel. She wanted to spend more time with both of her brothers, but the middle Charbonneau seemed impossible to track down. "Oh, and dodging calls from Dad and the Wife, best form of self-care I can think of."
Evan raised an eyebrow, about to ask for more details. Obviously her little crush on Adam wasn't going to go anywhere. Despite the downright depraved thoughts he would have about her, that was still her best friend's brother. "Gideon is single? Don't mind if I do." She teased, then heard what he said about the exclusive being with him and about his favorite car. She would be hearing this from her brother forever and she smirked knowing that he was going to get uncomfortable.
She tossed the sugar packet back at him and laughed, "You're so mean, and I love you." she laughed and took another sip of her drink. They always had a good time and when their middle brother was around it was even better. "Have you heard from that dork lately?" She asked, scanning her memory for the last time she was able to see both of them in the same room.
"You are actually the worst and I take back loving you." She said, leaning back in her chair and rolling her eyes, she had some thoughts about Thanksgiving, but she wasn't all that sure about how it would work out. "Was hoping to get my place set up by then and have some people over. Something causal, but hoping to wrangle Monday into making some food for it." Her brother's best friend was an amazing cook and she hoped that she would be able to convince him into making something for the event. "Probably the three of us, Monday, people from work? Adam and Daphne mostly." She looked at her brother "Unless you have some better plans with parties in Dallas and Baton Rogue that I am not privy to."
notes: so I assumed that Gideon "Monday" Beauchene and Will are already besties, but if they're not I can edit this. Just let me know.
