2.5.4H: the_bigshow
Your character is approached/attacked/confronted/etc…by a relative, at a family dinner. Write a fic based on this.
“Oh, Sandy, dear!”
She closed her eyes for a moment, praying that her aunt Samantha wasn’t coming over to do what she thought she was going to do, before taking a deep breath and turning back to the older woman standing behind her. “Aunt Samantha-how are you?”
“I’m fine, darling-how’re you?”
“I’ve been good.”
“Good, good.” Samantha rubbed her arm lightly, before starting to fidget with her clothes. “Are you seeing anyone special?”
“Uhh-no,” she said slowly. “Haven’t really had the time-been too busy working.”
“Oh, now that’s a shame, sweetie,” Samantha replied, brushing Sandy’s hair back over her shoulder. “You know, you’re not getting any younger. And you know what they say these days, the longer you wait to have children, the harder it is.”
“I’m well aware,” Sandy sighed. “But it’s just-not the right time for me right now. Not with my job and the way things are going. I just-haven’t met the right guy yet.”
“Oh, really?”
The look that crossed her aunt’s face was one that Sandy knew well, and while she did her best not to cringe at what she knew was coming. Samantha Bloom had taken it upon herself to be the matchmaker of the family, and while Sandy knew that she meant well, she couldn’t help but feel it was almost as though she was being forced into an arranged marriage of some kind.
“Yes, really,” Sandy said slowly, forcing her best apologetic smile. “You know what they say, the dating scene is rough.”
“You know, Sandy, there’s this very nice boy who goes to my church-”
Oh, Lord-here we go.
“-very nice boy, comes from a good family, good job-I think you two would get along rather well.”
“Yes, well-I’m just-I’m not really looking for someone right now, Aunt Sam. But thank you for thinking of me.”
“Not really looking?” Samantha raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms in front of her chest as she studied her niece. “What are you going to do with yourself, Sandra? Just sing in clubs and mooch off your brother for the rest of your life? Eddie’s got a girlfriend, he may be getting married soon-”
Whoa, whoa, wait-hold up a second.
“What?” she frowned. “Eddie doesn’t have a girlfriend.”
The frown on Samantha’s face deepened, and she tilted her head to the side slightly. “He told me he’s been seeing someone for about five months.”
Sandy’s head snapped up, and she searched the house for her brother’s face. Once their eyes met, his face suddenly got slightly more fearful than it had been a minute earlier, and he pouted slightly, silently begging her not to do what she was about to do.
“He’s not seeing anyone, Aunt Samantha,” Sandy said, doing her best to contain the smirk that was threatening to sneak across her face. “Not as far as I know.”
“Are you sure?”
“If he was dating someone, he would have told me.”
Samantha looked slightly flustered, before turning and heading back to where Eddie was standing. If looks could kill, the one that Eddie was shooting her would have caused her death to be brutal and bloody.
But even that wasn’t enough to knock the triumphant smirk off her face.
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“Oh, Sandy, dear!”
She closed her eyes for a moment, praying that her aunt Samantha wasn’t coming over to do what she thought she was going to do, before taking a deep breath and turning back to the older woman standing behind her. “Aunt Samantha-how are you?”
“I’m fine, darling-how’re you?”
“I’ve been good.”
“Good, good.” Samantha rubbed her arm lightly, before starting to fidget with her clothes. “Are you seeing anyone special?”
“Uhh-no,” she said slowly. “Haven’t really had the time-been too busy working.”
“Oh, now that’s a shame, sweetie,” Samantha replied, brushing Sandy’s hair back over her shoulder. “You know, you’re not getting any younger. And you know what they say these days, the longer you wait to have children, the harder it is.”
“I’m well aware,” Sandy sighed. “But it’s just-not the right time for me right now. Not with my job and the way things are going. I just-haven’t met the right guy yet.”
“Oh, really?”
The look that crossed her aunt’s face was one that Sandy knew well, and while she did her best not to cringe at what she knew was coming. Samantha Bloom had taken it upon herself to be the matchmaker of the family, and while Sandy knew that she meant well, she couldn’t help but feel it was almost as though she was being forced into an arranged marriage of some kind.
“Yes, really,” Sandy said slowly, forcing her best apologetic smile. “You know what they say, the dating scene is rough.”
“You know, Sandy, there’s this very nice boy who goes to my church-”
Oh, Lord-here we go.
“-very nice boy, comes from a good family, good job-I think you two would get along rather well.”
“Yes, well-I’m just-I’m not really looking for someone right now, Aunt Sam. But thank you for thinking of me.”
“Not really looking?” Samantha raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms in front of her chest as she studied her niece. “What are you going to do with yourself, Sandra? Just sing in clubs and mooch off your brother for the rest of your life? Eddie’s got a girlfriend, he may be getting married soon-”
Whoa, whoa, wait-hold up a second.
“What?” she frowned. “Eddie doesn’t have a girlfriend.”
The frown on Samantha’s face deepened, and she tilted her head to the side slightly. “He told me he’s been seeing someone for about five months.”
Sandy’s head snapped up, and she searched the house for her brother’s face. Once their eyes met, his face suddenly got slightly more fearful than it had been a minute earlier, and he pouted slightly, silently begging her not to do what she was about to do.
“He’s not seeing anyone, Aunt Samantha,” Sandy said, doing her best to contain the smirk that was threatening to sneak across her face. “Not as far as I know.”
“Are you sure?”
“If he was dating someone, he would have told me.”
Samantha looked slightly flustered, before turning and heading back to where Eddie was standing. If looks could kill, the one that Eddie was shooting her would have caused her death to be brutal and bloody.
But even that wasn’t enough to knock the triumphant smirk off her face.
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