RP | Evans Clan Invasion Hits Surrey
With tartanqueer, kissmyhaggis, nothingunderit, and to come later seeuincourt, richandlovingit. This is the posting order.
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Stuart was slightly pissed off that he had to relent on his resolve not to let Tom work. It seemed Sophie was in the same boat. But when a phone call from the CEO of Ethan's company in New York came through about some legal issue or another, a conference call had to be made to allay some panic. Stuart didn't understand all the shop talk, just that Tom was more than confident about what he needed to do/say to fix the issue. They were now both in the study on the conference call while Sophie had to return to London for the night due to a friend's birthday party.
This left Stuart and Iain hanging out in largest sitting room the estate had to offer late in the afternoon. Because they were expecting Angus and Braden to arrive soon, and without any phone calls to the contrary, they just had to wait. Dinner was going to be pizza because it went the best with beer, which Stuart and Iain were already nursing in their laps. Stuart was sprawled in one of the arm chairs with his feet on the coffee table, and from the way he was sitting, his gut was pushed up in the air giving him a perfect plateau to rest in his beer bottle on. He finished off a handful of cheese and onion crisps and washed it down with a mouthful of beer. Overhead, on a massive home theatre screen the Scottish football was playing, with Cal's game due to start a little later in the night.
In the distance, the doorbell rang and Stuart raised his eyebrows. "Think we should go meet 'em or wait til the butler brings 'em?" he asked, really making no move to get up off his arse.
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Stuart was slightly pissed off that he had to relent on his resolve not to let Tom work. It seemed Sophie was in the same boat. But when a phone call from the CEO of Ethan's company in New York came through about some legal issue or another, a conference call had to be made to allay some panic. Stuart didn't understand all the shop talk, just that Tom was more than confident about what he needed to do/say to fix the issue. They were now both in the study on the conference call while Sophie had to return to London for the night due to a friend's birthday party.
This left Stuart and Iain hanging out in largest sitting room the estate had to offer late in the afternoon. Because they were expecting Angus and Braden to arrive soon, and without any phone calls to the contrary, they just had to wait. Dinner was going to be pizza because it went the best with beer, which Stuart and Iain were already nursing in their laps. Stuart was sprawled in one of the arm chairs with his feet on the coffee table, and from the way he was sitting, his gut was pushed up in the air giving him a perfect plateau to rest in his beer bottle on. He finished off a handful of cheese and onion crisps and washed it down with a mouthful of beer. Overhead, on a massive home theatre screen the Scottish football was playing, with Cal's game due to start a little later in the night.
In the distance, the doorbell rang and Stuart raised his eyebrows. "Think we should go meet 'em or wait til the butler brings 'em?" he asked, really making no move to get up off his arse.