LJ-SEC: (ORIGINALLY POSTED BY thedavies)

Who: Gemma and Quincy Davies
When: Monday afternoon
Where: Burnham City
What: The brother and sister walk to a cafe and talk
Bingo: Weather Patterns



"Let's get out of here, it's driving me mad," Quincy suddenly turned to Gemma who was reading a book that had been haphazardly tossed into a pile of things that had yet to be put away in their new apartment.

"Where are we supposed to go? It's raining," she looked out the windows in the city bellow. "Not pleasant at all," she pointed out.

"Whatever, we can find a café to sit or something, I just need to get out of this flat! I've got… cabin fever!" he had been pacing all afternoon. "Besides! You should be used to this kind of weather by now!"

"Fine, let me get a jacket and we can go," she rolled her eyes and set the books down on the floor where she had been sitting.

"Bravo!" he exclaimed. "Oh come on, don't look so thrilled," he sighed. "We’ve been cramped up for days unpacking. It's so tiring. We should be able to experience the new city, as boring as it turns out to be."

"You haven't even given it a chance," Gemma muttered as she flung clothes out of a box. "And not to mention we haven't really done that much unpacking," she rolled her eyes behind his back, but he knew exactly what face she was making.

"So are you suggesting we stay here and unpack?"

She had just pulled out the right jacket. "Of course not, I won't have gone diving through that box for not," she put on her jacket and grabbed her bag. "Alright, let's go then."

"Thank you," Quincy put his hand on her shoulder. "You have saved me from going incredibly crazy this fine afternoon."

"You're welcome, now let's try our best to avoid the rain," she grabbed an umbrella from where it was leaning against the wall. "Mother will have a fit when she comes home tonight and realizes that again we have failed to unpack."

"When doesn’t she have a fit Gem?" he asked raising his eyebrows.

"Fair enough," she shrugged as they walked out the door, locking it behind them. They walked in silence for a ways, trying their best to stay under the large umbrella and not bump into people who were bustling through the city on their lunch breaks. Finally they found a warm looking café and settled in at a table together. "This is nice," Gemma commented looking around.

"It's alright," Quincy shrugged. He really just wanted to get out of the apartment. At the very least, he could at least say he had his own room now. But still, it wasn't London, it wasn't his city.

"You're in a rather sour mood today," she said as she flipped through the menu.

"I miss home," he said simply.

"This is home now, get used to it," she said easily. It was as if she had already settled in in this odd new city. She wasn't phased in the least.

"How can you say that? You barely know the place."

"I don't want to go back to London, it's all about following the rules at school and playing the part of the good girl and I can't be bothered with it anymore," she shook her head.

He sighed.

"Oh come off it, you know it was easier for you," Gemma slapped his arm from across the table.

"What do you mean it was easier for me? Dad expected me to be an MP and mum wanted whatever dad wanted. I don't want to be an MP I want to be a writer."

"Did you ever once have to go to etiquette class?"

"Etiquette class? Is that what you're complaining about?"

"Yes!" she said. "It's dreadful Quin, you've never had to deal with that sort of thing."

Quincy rolled his eyes. "Yeah well…"

"Well what?"

"Well things have changed and you're happy now I suppose."

"I'm better off here than I was there. And we don't have to wear uniforms anymore," she said pulling a face.

He sighed again. "I suppose. But what was so wrong with that? I looked good in uniform," he grinned from ear to ear and Gemma hit him again.

"No one looked good in uniform," she laughed.

"So what are you going to get then?"

"Cappuccino," she said decidedly. "You?"

"Latte, I can't stand the thought of the tea they might serve here."

"Don't worry, Charlie plans on sending us tea in packages," Gemma sighed thinking of her best friend back in London. Charlie was probably the only thing she would miss about their old home.

"Charlie, huh? Did you two ever…"

"Don't even think about it," she cut him off. Everything with Charlie was completely plutonic, even when he would spend the night in her dorm room and share her bed. "I'm going to get the drinks," she said brightly.

Quincy laughed at his little sister as she skittered away to collect the drinks. He supposed it would have been chivalrous to get the drinks, but he knew that Gemma wouldn't have any of that. It was what she fought so hard against and he couldn't be bothered to have another go with her on something he thought was so stupid. When Gemma returned she was carrying to big mugs.

"This weather reminds me of London," Quincy sighed as Gemma seated herself again.

"It is rather grey out today isn't it?" she looked toward the window again for one moment and then turned back. "Look, I'm sorry if I was being snippy about moving. I know it's been hard for you, but for once I feel like it's my time."

Quincy smiled. "I know," he patted her hand. "I'll get used to it I'm sure."

"All we have to do is find you a girlfriend and you'll forget all about London," she teased.

He laughed and shook his head.

"Or a boy," Gemma added with a grin.

"Or both," Quincy smiled. Gemma was the only person outside of Quincy's relationships to know about his preference for both genders. "If mother ever found out though…" he didn't even want to know what would happen.

"What is it they do here? Ship you off to the military?"

Quincy laughed. "No, the American military doesn't allow homosexual activity."

"Oh that's right! Maybe she's send you to Jesus camp," Gemma laughed at the thought.

"Let's make sure that never happens."

"Oh please, I would go crazy in that flat without you," Gemma said seriously.

"I'll just have to be careful to be discreet as I have in the past."

"Alright then." They finished up their drinks with silly conversation and making plans to spend the rest of their summer in a joyful manner, rather than cooped up and miserable.