Meg ignored her mother's raised eyebrow when she finally came downstairs. The more clueless she was about this and the true reason, the better. Her mother probably wouldn't have an issue with her being into exclusively women.
But she would have an issue with her being exclusively into Christine. She had her heart set on eventually hearing about Raoul and Christine's marriage and eventual children.
She simply sat the table and rambled about something that would actually bore her mother to death. It worked.
She stopped looking at her, humming softly in away that made it obvious she was being blocked out. It was quite the relief when it really came down to it.
The wait was the hardest part. It really was. She sincerely hoped that Christine remembered the way back to their home. It could be bad if she got lost in the middle of Paris this late in the evening.
After a little longer, there was a knock on the door. She hurried over to the door to let Christine in, freezing in the process.
Christine looked absolutely beautiful- more beautiful than she remembered somehow. Even despite seeing her recently.
The blue dress hugged her frame in ways that she couldn't explain. Especially her chest and she appreciated the plunging neckline more than she should.
"Hi.." Meg breathed, an unconciously stupid smile spreading across her lips.
Christine didn't answer right away, eyes roaming her body. She soaked it, appreciating it more than she probably should've.
"Hey, Meg. Can I come in?" Christine questioned, clearing her throat a little bit.
Her cheeks were a pretty pink and it made Meg's heart flutter. Had the other woman become flustered from checking her out? She could only hope so.
Though she also doubted it, it wasn't like she was Christine's usual type. She wasn't a man after all. Nevertheless, she shook her head and brushed it off.
"Of course, come on in." Meg chirped, moving out of the way.
She lead her to the kitchen and pulled out the chair for her. They both giggled slightly when she sat. She sat beside her so that speaking to her would be much, much easier.
But that wasn't how it ended up going. Her mother took up all of Christine's attention and time. Any time she tried to get a word in edgewise, her mother had something else to say or ask about.
Meg picked at her food, bottom lip trapped between her teeth. Maybe they could have a little time together after dinner?
"And how are you and Raoul doing?" Her mother questioned, leaning her bony chin on the palm of her hand.
Meg pushed her plate away and stood, not wanting to here anything more. Her appetite was thoroughly ruined by the subject of their conversation. She didn't say anything, turning to walk away.
"Meg Giry! Where the hell do you think you're going?" Her mother suddenly demanded.
She was tired of this. She was an adult. She didn't need her damn mother breathing down her neck every five seconds, waiting for her to be less than perfect at something.
"Out. I'm a grown adult. I don't need your permission." Meg snapped, storming out of the home. She didn't even give a backwards glance as she let the door bounce off of the door frame.
She didn't know where she was going, but that didn't matter to her in the slightest. She would probably just go find a hotel room eventually, if nothing else.
But unfortunately those plans were ruined when it began pouring the rain. The warmth of the nearby bar was calling to her so she simply slipped inside. It wasn't like they'd miss her. They were too preoccupied with each other.
Christine was very much concerned and perhaps a little confused by Meg's outburst. She'd never seen the usually chirpy woman that way before.
It made it harder to focus than she realized it would. Even eating the delicious food in front of her had no appeal. So she simply stood and offered the woman a small, sheepish grin.
"I apologize..but I should go look for her. It's coming down pretty hard out there and I want to be sure that she's okay." Christine murmured, though she felt a spark of anger.
The older woman had simply rolled her eyes and nodded, as if she wasn't remotely concerned about her daughter's odd behavior. She didn't have the time to comment on it, though.
She wanted to find Meg. So with this simple fact in mind, she headed out into the rain. She cursed herself for not bringing her phone or an umbrella.
Though she doubted her phone would do much justice. She doubted Meg had taken hers in her rush to escape the home.
She wandered around for what seemed like forever, shivering and soaked to the bone. She wasn't usually one to enter a bar on her own, but Christine didn't see any other options.
Going back to her hotel now would feel too much like giving up on Meg. That wasn't something she could bring herself to do. Especially not after her friend remained her friend despite all that time without contact.
Christine entered, arms wrapped tightly around herself. She froze when she spotted Meg.
Meg was clearly wasted, giving some woman a lap dance. Her friend would never do that while sober. This knowledge gave her the courage needed to rush over to them.
Christine grabbed Meg, trying to pull her off of the woman's lap. But the woman didn't like this at all, she simply gripped Meg's hips tightly.
"Get your own, you drowned rat." She snarled and Meg giggled, clinging to her.
"No. Meg. Come on. We should go back to my hotel room. You're drunk." Christine retorted, ignoring the woman in favor of addressing her friend. Maybe she could talk some sense in to her.
"No. Imma stay with Juliette. Go kiss my Mama's ass, Chrissy. Then you can go back to your boring fiance." Meg snapped.
Christine frowned and turned away, wondering if she was actually doing the right thing by complying.
