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multipleloveWho: Brett Jennings, Cheyne Rousseau, Dion Rousseau and Sally Jennings
What: That awkward moment when you're accidentally a d-bag
Where: Pharmacy, NYC
When: Sunday, late morning
Brett wasn't in the best of moods. It was a result of a really stressful and painful week, plus he had been up during the night talking to Zoran, which was the priority over everything right now, as far as he was concerned. To top it all off, he woke up with a cold and he always had a history of being a miserable shit when he was sick. A cold was all well and good, but for Brett, it usually fucked with his asthma, which he hated having on the best of days. Not being able to breathe properly was something he wouldn't wish on anyone. It was mostly controlled, but still there.
Sunday was family lunch day for the Jennings family and had been as a tradition forever. Usually, Zoran would pick the girls up and drive up to Dobbs Ferry with them because neither of them had cars. Brett usually arrived home from Harvard on a Friday night, driving back with Callum. That week, Zoran was out of action. He had crashed out and it was pretty obvious he wouldn't be up to Sunday lunch. Even if he was feeling shitty, Brett said he would drive to the City to pick Sally and Lila up, and while he was there, he could pick up some cold and flu pills and get his prescription for his asthma meds while he was there.
Lila got tied up with an 'important telephone call', which Brett wagered a guess was nothing to do with work and everything to do with a guy Sal said Lila had heart-eyes over recently, though no one had met him yet. He picked up Sally and they headed to the pharmacy, Brett veering out of his bad mood a little to tease Sally about not needing condoms because her love life was non-existent. The store was busy, which wasn't helping his mood because he didn't feel like peopling right now.
He headed up the aisle with his shopping cart and there was a guy standing right in the middle looking at one of the shelves. "'Scuse me," Brett said, trying to get him to move aside so he could pass. The guy completely ignored him. "Oh, for fuck's sake, move! What are you, deaf?" he demanded bitchily.
What: That awkward moment when you're accidentally a d-bag
Where: Pharmacy, NYC
When: Sunday, late morning
Brett wasn't in the best of moods. It was a result of a really stressful and painful week, plus he had been up during the night talking to Zoran, which was the priority over everything right now, as far as he was concerned. To top it all off, he woke up with a cold and he always had a history of being a miserable shit when he was sick. A cold was all well and good, but for Brett, it usually fucked with his asthma, which he hated having on the best of days. Not being able to breathe properly was something he wouldn't wish on anyone. It was mostly controlled, but still there.
Sunday was family lunch day for the Jennings family and had been as a tradition forever. Usually, Zoran would pick the girls up and drive up to Dobbs Ferry with them because neither of them had cars. Brett usually arrived home from Harvard on a Friday night, driving back with Callum. That week, Zoran was out of action. He had crashed out and it was pretty obvious he wouldn't be up to Sunday lunch. Even if he was feeling shitty, Brett said he would drive to the City to pick Sally and Lila up, and while he was there, he could pick up some cold and flu pills and get his prescription for his asthma meds while he was there.
Lila got tied up with an 'important telephone call', which Brett wagered a guess was nothing to do with work and everything to do with a guy Sal said Lila had heart-eyes over recently, though no one had met him yet. He picked up Sally and they headed to the pharmacy, Brett veering out of his bad mood a little to tease Sally about not needing condoms because her love life was non-existent. The store was busy, which wasn't helping his mood because he didn't feel like peopling right now.
He headed up the aisle with his shopping cart and there was a guy standing right in the middle looking at one of the shelves. "'Scuse me," Brett said, trying to get him to move aside so he could pass. The guy completely ignored him. "Oh, for fuck's sake, move! What are you, deaf?" he demanded bitchily.