Post by Elise Hofstee on Oct 19, 2010 23:03:41 GMT -5
{{ nothing against Lars, but I thought it’d just make it a bit more interesting if the man was a bit late in meeting his sister. |D }}
She had already ordered a beer for herself by now, though maybe she was being too hasty. After all, it wasn’t as if he was an hour or more late. It had only been five minutes since their meeting time. Not to mention, it wasn’t as if she even received a reply from the older male seeing how her invite was a bit on the last minute side. But in all honesty, her desire to reconnect with her older brother, whom she had never really had the greatest relationship with, pushed her to spontaneously send a text message to him. This beer with its first mouthful pouring down a slender throat into a nervous stomach wasn’t only ordered just because she feared he wouldn’t come, but because she believed her text message was childish, stupid and laughable. But what was a girl to do at the time when she sporadically had the crazy idea that she should hang out with her brother?
Elise could just remember those few short sentences that channeled from one cell phone to another:
Maybe she should have just skipped the ‘what’s up bro’ as it sounded way too American which was actually rather embarrassing. In text it may not have been a big deal, but in her head she could just hear it being said in the whitest, stupid, faux gangster way.
The empty mug clanked hollowly against the bar counter. Elise had finished that glass too fast, faster than the average brat in the pub, but being Belgian, a Dutch, that measly mug didn’t even buzz her a bit.
She was tempted to order another while she continued to wait for her brother, but she didn’t want to end up drinking too much before he got there or else he would possibly come to find a drunk younger sister. That wouldn’t be the prettiest of sights, not to mention who knows what that scene might do to their already strained sibling relationship.
The bartender picked up the mug, asked if she wanted another round, but she shook her head in refusal. She would wait until her guest arrived. Pretty eyes glanced around the pub, at the people inside it and those ears listened in unwillingly to the loud chatter beside her. With a sigh, she ran her hands against her thighs through the soft fabric of her light blue summer dress decorated with lace at the end and a little green bow on each spaghetti strap. Elise moved her hands from the top of her thighs down to her knees as to not lift the skirt of her dress up in a revealing an embarrassing manner, repeating that motion two more times before settling her palms against her bare knees.
From here, she stared at the clock on the wall behind the bartender, above the assortment of fine alcohol and she watched the second hand tick slowly across each not of the circular object.
Translations: [for you other bros who wanna know what she said |D ]
We moeten een keertje hangen. Het is al een tijdje geleden. Laten we een drankje drinken in de kroeg om 17:00, oke? Zie ik je dan? – We need to hang, it’s been a while. Let’s have a drink at the pub at 5:00, okay? See you then?
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She had already ordered a beer for herself by now, though maybe she was being too hasty. After all, it wasn’t as if he was an hour or more late. It had only been five minutes since their meeting time. Not to mention, it wasn’t as if she even received a reply from the older male seeing how her invite was a bit on the last minute side. But in all honesty, her desire to reconnect with her older brother, whom she had never really had the greatest relationship with, pushed her to spontaneously send a text message to him. This beer with its first mouthful pouring down a slender throat into a nervous stomach wasn’t only ordered just because she feared he wouldn’t come, but because she believed her text message was childish, stupid and laughable. But what was a girl to do at the time when she sporadically had the crazy idea that she should hang out with her brother?
Elise could just remember those few short sentences that channeled from one cell phone to another:
What's up, bro?
We moeten een keertje hangen.
Het is al een tijdje geleden.
Laten we een drankje drinken in de kroeg om 17:00, oke?
Zie ik je dan?
We moeten een keertje hangen.
Het is al een tijdje geleden.
Laten we een drankje drinken in de kroeg om 17:00, oke?
Zie ik je dan?
Maybe she should have just skipped the ‘what’s up bro’ as it sounded way too American which was actually rather embarrassing. In text it may not have been a big deal, but in her head she could just hear it being said in the whitest, stupid, faux gangster way.
The empty mug clanked hollowly against the bar counter. Elise had finished that glass too fast, faster than the average brat in the pub, but being Belgian, a Dutch, that measly mug didn’t even buzz her a bit.
She was tempted to order another while she continued to wait for her brother, but she didn’t want to end up drinking too much before he got there or else he would possibly come to find a drunk younger sister. That wouldn’t be the prettiest of sights, not to mention who knows what that scene might do to their already strained sibling relationship.
The bartender picked up the mug, asked if she wanted another round, but she shook her head in refusal. She would wait until her guest arrived. Pretty eyes glanced around the pub, at the people inside it and those ears listened in unwillingly to the loud chatter beside her. With a sigh, she ran her hands against her thighs through the soft fabric of her light blue summer dress decorated with lace at the end and a little green bow on each spaghetti strap. Elise moved her hands from the top of her thighs down to her knees as to not lift the skirt of her dress up in a revealing an embarrassing manner, repeating that motion two more times before settling her palms against her bare knees.
From here, she stared at the clock on the wall behind the bartender, above the assortment of fine alcohol and she watched the second hand tick slowly across each not of the circular object.
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Translations: [for you other bros who wanna know what she said |D ]
We moeten een keertje hangen. Het is al een tijdje geleden. Laten we een drankje drinken in de kroeg om 17:00, oke? Zie ik je dan? – We need to hang, it’s been a while. Let’s have a drink at the pub at 5:00, okay? See you then?
