Accidental Engagement: Chapter 6 Jonathan and Evy
By SpelCastrMax
DISCLAIMER: See Previous Chapters to learn something you already know.
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Warning: This chapter has absolutely not plot points. It's just here for character development. Besides, I love Jonathan's annoying character and I wanted him in here a little more.
The party was almost upon him when Jonathan knocked on his sister's door with the bracelet box in his hand. He glanced back to Rick's door, thinking back to his previous delusions and tried to laugh at himself. No one answered his knocking. With confusion, he went down to the lobby.
"Yes, Mr. Carnahan, your sister did leave a message for you," the manager explained handing Jonathan a slip of paper. The note was short, saying Evelyn had received a call from the museum and would be back shortly.
Whether it was out of boredom or the need to nose into his baby sister's personal life is hard to say, but the fact remains the same that he went to the museum to fetch her.
The building was closed for the evening, so Evelyn was alone in the reading room (*There really is a reading room in the British Museum, I looked it up. The only thing I don't know is whether or not that reading room was there in the 1920's.) with books spread out around her. She stood up with a frustrated sigh and was about to go for another book when Jonathan came in. (*I just assume that the British Museum has a library, but it should going by two pieces of evidence 1: they have a reading room therefore there must be books to read and 2: all major history museums have some kind of a research library....okay, I'll stop interrupting the story.)
"What are you doing here?" she asked hurriedly.
"Well, that's a warm welcome I must say," her brother replied as he stuffed his hands into the pockets of his dress trousers, "You do realize that the party is in an hour, correct."
Evy flew passed him in order to snatch up a couple of the thick volumes from the table and return them to the shelves. "I know, I know. I just really wanted to have this done..."
"You mean so you can avoid the party," Jonathan cut her off knowingly.
Pausing from her work, Evy kept her eyes from meeting her brother's. "I beg your pardon."
With a sigh, Jonathan sat down. "I know you think I'm a shallow, vain, greedy, daft ass at times...and you'd be right, but that doesn't mean I don't pay attention to what goes on in your life, ol' mum. I admit, I don't know the details however, I have a sinking suspicion that it has to do with Rick and this party."
Feeling a little defeated, Evy plopped down in a chair next to Jonathan. "Do you remember the last time we had an outing with the Hollows?"
"Of course. We all took the train out to Ramsgate and had a picnic. Willie was so drunk by the end of the day, he belted out two choruses of 'Bicycle Built For Two' and kept claiming to be the great-grandson of Napoleon." Jonathan began to laugh at the memory.
His sister also laughed. "Actually, I had forgotten about that part. I do remember a toast. It was Eliza's idea. We had to each raise our glass and say what we hoped for the future. You hoped to wake up in the morning without a hangover."
"Yeah," Jonathan said with awe as he recalled the day, "And your hope was that you wouldn't have to be in competition with the Hollows for your whole life...but I don't think they heard you when you said it."
"It's probably better that they didn't."
"Well, you're not in competition anymore," he pointed out, "We won. We have the wealth of Egypt, I have a stunning social life, and you have Rick. Now, are you ready to go to the party?"
Evy rolled her eyes. "I don't have Rick; he's just sort of...here. Although, I did enjoy that shade of green Eliza turned when Rick kissed me." The woman grew a wicked smile.
Jonathan grabbed his sister's coat and pulled her out of the chair. "Well, if you want to make her completely sick so she tosses her caviar, I suggest you and Rick make-out in the corner tonight."
"JONATHAN!"
"What? It isn't like you two haven't swapped spit before?!" he told her as he dagged her out of the room before she felt the impulse to read more.
"Has it ever crossed your mind to show a least a small amount of tact?" she asked as she pulled on her black trench.
"My dear sister, I am nothing but tactful!" He gave her the bracelet afraid he would forget that he had it. "Rick found this in his portable arsenal."
"It's called a gunnysack, Jonathan," Evy told him as she removed the article of jewelry from the box and held it out as a silent command for him to clasp it for her.
"Please, Evy. Don't try to teach me anything new when I'm sober."
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COMING UP....THE MOMENT YOU'VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR....THE PARTY!!!
By SpelCastrMax
DISCLAIMER: See Previous Chapters to learn something you already know.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I LOVE THE REVIEWS YOU PEOPLE SEND!!! Do you know why? Because I ask a question and you give me answers. It's a great thing. Thanks everyone!!!!
Warning: This chapter has absolutely not plot points. It's just here for character development. Besides, I love Jonathan's annoying character and I wanted him in here a little more.
The party was almost upon him when Jonathan knocked on his sister's door with the bracelet box in his hand. He glanced back to Rick's door, thinking back to his previous delusions and tried to laugh at himself. No one answered his knocking. With confusion, he went down to the lobby.
"Yes, Mr. Carnahan, your sister did leave a message for you," the manager explained handing Jonathan a slip of paper. The note was short, saying Evelyn had received a call from the museum and would be back shortly.
Whether it was out of boredom or the need to nose into his baby sister's personal life is hard to say, but the fact remains the same that he went to the museum to fetch her.
The building was closed for the evening, so Evelyn was alone in the reading room (*There really is a reading room in the British Museum, I looked it up. The only thing I don't know is whether or not that reading room was there in the 1920's.) with books spread out around her. She stood up with a frustrated sigh and was about to go for another book when Jonathan came in. (*I just assume that the British Museum has a library, but it should going by two pieces of evidence 1: they have a reading room therefore there must be books to read and 2: all major history museums have some kind of a research library....okay, I'll stop interrupting the story.)
"What are you doing here?" she asked hurriedly.
"Well, that's a warm welcome I must say," her brother replied as he stuffed his hands into the pockets of his dress trousers, "You do realize that the party is in an hour, correct."
Evy flew passed him in order to snatch up a couple of the thick volumes from the table and return them to the shelves. "I know, I know. I just really wanted to have this done..."
"You mean so you can avoid the party," Jonathan cut her off knowingly.
Pausing from her work, Evy kept her eyes from meeting her brother's. "I beg your pardon."
With a sigh, Jonathan sat down. "I know you think I'm a shallow, vain, greedy, daft ass at times...and you'd be right, but that doesn't mean I don't pay attention to what goes on in your life, ol' mum. I admit, I don't know the details however, I have a sinking suspicion that it has to do with Rick and this party."
Feeling a little defeated, Evy plopped down in a chair next to Jonathan. "Do you remember the last time we had an outing with the Hollows?"
"Of course. We all took the train out to Ramsgate and had a picnic. Willie was so drunk by the end of the day, he belted out two choruses of 'Bicycle Built For Two' and kept claiming to be the great-grandson of Napoleon." Jonathan began to laugh at the memory.
His sister also laughed. "Actually, I had forgotten about that part. I do remember a toast. It was Eliza's idea. We had to each raise our glass and say what we hoped for the future. You hoped to wake up in the morning without a hangover."
"Yeah," Jonathan said with awe as he recalled the day, "And your hope was that you wouldn't have to be in competition with the Hollows for your whole life...but I don't think they heard you when you said it."
"It's probably better that they didn't."
"Well, you're not in competition anymore," he pointed out, "We won. We have the wealth of Egypt, I have a stunning social life, and you have Rick. Now, are you ready to go to the party?"
Evy rolled her eyes. "I don't have Rick; he's just sort of...here. Although, I did enjoy that shade of green Eliza turned when Rick kissed me." The woman grew a wicked smile.
Jonathan grabbed his sister's coat and pulled her out of the chair. "Well, if you want to make her completely sick so she tosses her caviar, I suggest you and Rick make-out in the corner tonight."
"JONATHAN!"
"What? It isn't like you two haven't swapped spit before?!" he told her as he dagged her out of the room before she felt the impulse to read more.
"Has it ever crossed your mind to show a least a small amount of tact?" she asked as she pulled on her black trench.
"My dear sister, I am nothing but tactful!" He gave her the bracelet afraid he would forget that he had it. "Rick found this in his portable arsenal."
"It's called a gunnysack, Jonathan," Evy told him as she removed the article of jewelry from the box and held it out as a silent command for him to clasp it for her.
"Please, Evy. Don't try to teach me anything new when I'm sober."
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COMING UP....THE MOMENT YOU'VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR....THE PARTY!!!