Frasier, The Pretentious $$hole
Jasmine is at work, filing papers, when the phone rings. She answers it, "Toys Choice, Jasmine speaking."
"Jasmine?"
"Niles?"
"I hope it's okay I called you at work."
"As long as we don't talk long, my boss won't care. What's up?"
"I've been asked to invite you to supper tonight at Frasier's, my dad really wants to meet you. Would you be okay with that?"
"Sure, I'd love to. "
"Oh, and Frasier has been warned about your allergies."
"Okay."
"So, I'll pick you up at five?"
"What do I wear?"
"Work casual."
"Okay. See you then. "
"Bye."
"Hey Jasmine." Niles smiles at her as she climbs into his car, "You look beautiful." She was wearing a turquoise blouse and a black pencil skirt.
"Thanks."
The car ride was surprisingly silent. She was worrying about whether Nile's father will like her. Niles was thinking about the conversation he had had with his brother, and when the right time for the first kiss would present itself.
Finally they get to the apartment. As they are in the elevator, she finally tells him her worries, "What if he doesn't like me?"
"He'll like you, because I like you so much. It's helps that you are so wonderful." They look into each other's eyes, and they move towards each other and-
ding
The elevator door opens, and they jump apart. An elderly lady comes in, unknowingly stepping right between Niles and Jasmine. 'So much for that.' Niles thinks.
Niles and Jasmine get off at their stop, and cross the hallway to Frasier's apartment. Niles knocks twice and a pretty brunette answers the door, "Evening, Dr Crane."
Jasmine laughs at that. To her, he's just Niles; she didn't even know until recently that he was a Doctor.
"You okay Jasmine?" Niles asks.
"It's just odd hearing you be called Dr Crane, that's all."
"Don't worry, I'll always be Niles with you." He whispers in her ear.
"Dad, Daphne. May I introduce Jasmine?"
"Pleased to meet you two." Jasmine smiled and put out her hand to shake, "and hello again Frasier."
Dinner went smoothly, with Marty, Frasier and Daphne being charmed with Jasmine. Daphne liked her because she seemed like a good match for Niles. Frasier liked her because she was very bright. Marty liked her because he saw how captivated she was with his son; the fact that she was nice to Eddie when he approached her, did help.
After supper, they were all seated in Frasier's living room. Marty and Jasmine were talking:
"Since you're new-ish to Seattle, you should definitely stop by the Timber Mill. They have the best steaks."
"I love steaks."
"Dad," Frasier started, "Jasmine's a lady, and she wouldn't want to go to a place like the Timber Mill."
"Why not?" Marty asked, hurt.
"I doubt she wants to go there, she would much rather eat some real food."
"And steak is pretend food?"
"She isn't poor or anything, why should she eat like she is?" Frasier wasn't aware he had crosses an invisible line.
"Wait!" Jasmine starts, quite obviously perturbed, "Eating steak is for poor people? For one thing, a real steak could beat a "filet mingion" any day; it's not your dad's fault that you are so spoiled. Besides, you've never been poor, so don't act like you know what it's like. Poor, is only having meat once a week, if you're lucky, and it's on sale for really cheap. Poor is making a bag of milk last two weeks. Poor is not being able to go to a party because you can't afford the gas. So, don't pretend you know what poor is, you pretentious asshole!" With that she stood up and went into the bathroom.
