[Lots of people]

[starchilde_lost]

[Dated March 31st, 2012]

She wanted this to go smoothly. She wanted this to go smoothly so badly, it was almost making her nauseous as she finished setting the table and setting out the last of the food. Some of it she'd made, some of it she'd bribed members of the kitchen crew to make for her, but all of it was hopefully something someone would like. And hopefully none of it would end up on someone's face.

Because she really didn't know.

She'd never really done anything like this before. Sure, there were family-style dinners at the mansion and with her grandparents while she was with them, but nothing like that existed here. She had no idea how this group of people that meant so much to her would get along with each other. She knew they'd all try, for her sake, and bless them for it, but she had a habit of making friends and family out of very opinionated and stubborn people and once the wine and beers were opened, who knew what would happen.

So she just said a prayer and hoped for the best as she got up to fiddle with her hair again.

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[chasedthestars]

"Went great!" Jim declares, leaning into Bones' arm with a happy grin, scotch clasped between his hands. "And the staring's not my fault, you look like you're going to church. It's filthy."

[leftwithmybones]

He shakes his head, confused about how that's supposed to be a good thing, given the mixed message of it. "I don't understand how looking like I'm going to church translates to you wanting to jump my bones," he admits, letting his fingers rest comfortably on Jim's bicep. "Think this is as close as you get to meeting the in-laws, here."

[chasedthestars]

"I'll explain it to you later," Jim promises with a lascivious smile, one he buries from sight against Bones' shoulder. "I think you're right, and look! No one's punched anyone yet. This is by far the calmest family gathering I've ever attended."

[leftwithmybones]

"I don't even want to begin to think about what your family gatherings were like," he says, deceptively calm given the storm brewing behind the words and the unspoken threat of what McCoy would do to Frank if ever he got the man alone. "Still, less cursing than I'm accustomed to, too."