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Characters: Mab, Bres, and guest starring Siobhan McKinley
Date/Time: November, 28th 2 pm
Location: Savannah, Georgia
Rating: R (thanks to Bres and Mab)
Warnings: A little bit of stealth sexuality and probably surprises as well
Summary: A friendly luncheon, arranged by Siobhan. Completely innocent.

The restaurant was a reservation only place, and of course there was a reservation. The tables were small, intimate affairs, with crisply ironed red table cloths, a small neat arrangement of roses in the center, and black napkins folded into perfect triangles on the gold trimmed china plates.

The ladies, of course, were behind schedule. Read: late. Mab was annoyed by it, and Siobhan was pretending to be blissfully ignorant of her daughter's distaste for the lack of punctuality. The two walked to the table, with Siobhan holding up nearly the entire conversation herself, which was mostly about some charming little dress shop, and how some things you just had to fly down South to find.

Siobhan was a vast contrast to her daughter. Her coloring was vibrantly blonde (Mab would tell anyone who commented on the short coif, that it was very expertly dyed), and her eyes a deep honey-brown. She was lovely, but it was rare that a stranger would pick out that Siobhan and Maeve were mother and daughter. Their only similar traits being their cheek bones and their fair skin.

So as they were lead to their little table by the hostess, Mab looked nonplussed, while Siobhan prattled on animatedly.

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Bres on the other hand had arrived early, though found himself waiting longer than he expected. Mab was always very punctual, likely her mother had something to do with the wait. It had been some time since he'd seen Siobhan. He wondered what the older woman wanted to see him about.

Siobhan's eye landed on Bres and she smiled. "Christopher! Oh it has been ages. Look at you!" She came to stand by his chair, to prompt him to stand so she might better look at him. Mab promptly rolled her eyes behind her mother's back. The woman was a trial. "You always were such a handsome boy." Siobhan kissed both his cheeks and then moved to take her chair. Mab did the same with an air of gratitude. At least sitting the little social bundle that was her mother could be somewhat contained.

Bres stood up as was expected. "Good to see you again, Mrs. McKinley." He goes through the motions, being sure to be charming and polite. He sees Mab's eyeroll and gives her a brief wink before sitting back down.

"You make me sound so old, Christopher. 'Siobhan', please." Her delicate hands picked up her menu, opened it. With a glance of her brown eyes, she pinned her daughter's blue ones. "Maeve, don't be so sour. Say hello."

And sour was exactly what she got. Mab's flat eyed look was turned to Bres, who was close enough to touch the table was so small, and he received and equally flat. "Hello, Mr. Maddox."

"Sorry, Siobhan, but Mother would have a fit if I wasn't polite."

Bres managed a calm, polite tone of voice. "Hello, Ms. McKinley."

A look passed over Siobhan's features that wasn't exactly reproving of her daughter's tone, but not pleased either. It was more like she was making note of something, and then turned her attention to the waiter. "A glass of chardonney please."

Mab ordered hot tea, and specified that she would have milk and honey served separately. Siobhan waited only a heartbeat longer than it would take for Bres to request his drink order and then launched at him again with small talk. "How is your mother doing? It's such a shame she didn't feel up to coming out. We rarely get to see each other in person these days."

Bres ordered a glass of white wine before responding.

"She regrets not being able to, but she's been swamped taking care of things here while I saw to business in Hong Kong. She did say she'd like to another time if possible."

"Oh we'll certainly make time again soon. But I couldn't possibly pass up the chance to catch up with you. And I certainly wouldn't deny Maeve the opportunity to chat with you again." Mab's eyes darted up from the menu as the air instantly took on a chill. Her features were as blank as she could make them, but the surprise and suspicion was right there in those ice blue eyes of hers. For her part, Siobhan seemed oblivious and didn't even pause. "You did make such an impression on her the last time you two were together."

Bres deflected his surprise with a casual chuckle.

"That was years ago, Siobhan. I'm sure Maeve has long since outgrown me."

"Maeve has outgrown many things, Christopher. But some things a girl carries with her."

And Mab finally couldn't stand another word, as their drinks were set down on the table. "Siobhan, do shut up." Before you embarrass me any further.

"Come now, Maeve. Siobhan is simply reminiscing about the past." Bres' hand slides under the table and rests on Mab's leg. "You and I know there was nothing to it." He squeezes.

Ah, and there it was. She wondered when he'd start this. She brought her tea to her lips, as casually as you please. "The past is hardly of consequence. I prefer to think of the future."

"Looking toward the future is all good, but one should be mindful of the past as well." The hand slides up further.

His fingers would feel the hem of her skirt, the fabric fine and soft. And she seemed utterly unmoved. "The past is academic. We learn from it, and move on."

And in the mean time, the waiter had returned and Siobhan had ordered without interrupting the two of them until now. "Christopher, Maeve, have you decided?"

"True enough," Bres conceded. His hand then slides between her legs, palming her skirt-covered sex. "Decided on what, Siobhan?" Bres asks casually.

"Your lunch," she replied evenly. "And you think the two of you have nothing to say to each other. Goodness." She made a gentle tsking sound and shook her head with good humor.

"Ah, I think I'll have a steak and a salad. What about you, Maeve?" He's starting to caress her now. Bres raises an eyebrow. "What would we have to say?"

Mab's breathing changed very very subtly, to slower deeper breaths as he touched her through her skirt, but it's the only visible sign that his touch is affecting. Oh it wasn't the only one, by any means, as her thighs parted slightly in invitation. But she ordered her meal, pasta with no meat, as cool as you please.

"Whatever indeed." And then a buzz came from her clutch. She produced her phone and her brows rose. "Excuse me, I have to take this." In an amazingly smooth motion, she dropped her free hand to her lap, brushed his hand off her and smoothed her skirt discreetly before rising from the table. She walked away from the table, talking brusquely into the phone. "...you speak with his lawyer?....and the terms are..."

Siobhan watched her daughter leave on a sigh. "The girl never seems to stop working these days."

He managed to keep his disappointment internal as Mab left.

"Yes, but you can't argue with her success."

"No. She really has turned her life around, all on her own." Siobhan paused, sipping her wine. When she set the glass back down, she turned a level gaze at him. "Christopher, are you sleeping with my daughter?"

To his credit, Bres did not spit his wine out in surprise. His face on the other hand was frozen in stiff shock. Mab said it often, he was a horrible liar.

"Yes," he admits, he turns almost expecting Mab to come out of nowhere and strike him. "We are not formally seeing one another, but..we've been together, yes."

She gave him credit for not trying to lie to her. A satisfied look came to her face and she nodded. "Good. That's what I thought."

Okay, THAT got an incredulous look out of him.

"Beg pardon?"

"Oh, come now, do you both think your mothers blind? You both vanish without a word, on the same day, for over a month and come back on the same day. And if that wasn't enough, her secretary told me she was humming at work. Humming." She stresses the word like it was the key to it all.

"That doesn't mean that-" Hold the phone now. "..Maeve..hummed?"