“What do you want the roast on? Anything in particular?” Jeph called up from the kitchen below you.

“Uhh, not really I guess. I kind of broke all my china when I found out about the divorce. So uh, just use what you can of my grandfathers, it’s all I got left. You know what you’re doing, this is what you do,” you called down from the upper hallway.

You had a brush half way through your hair and were standing around in your under garments. At least you had managed to put those back on after the quickie that had ransacked your bedroom and turned it into a disaster zone. More so than it normally was.

“Can do, go get ready. I’m sure I can handle the guys when they get here,” Jeph called up from below you.

“Good god I love you. Thanks,” you yelled back and then proceeded back into your room.

You finished raking your brush through your hair for it’s initial brushing and threw it onto your bed, knowing you’d need it later.

“Now. The hard part,” you said as you threw open your closet and peered in.

Rifling through the mess that was your closet you finally found what you were looking for. Just about the only dress you owned actually and never really wore, but tonight it finally came in handy other than taking up precious closet space.

It was red, but not blood red, the perfect color red that actually didn’t clash with your ink and was cut so it showed off your ink. Surprisingly enough it also didn’t clash too badly, or just the perfect amount to still look good. It was this great silky crinkled up fabric that wound around your stomach over your chest creating a layered wrapped look. It was held on on top with this rhinestoned layer that peeped above each breast and went up around your neck like a halter. The bottom of the dress was a similar red but in a silkier fabric that hung in smooth layers and stopped right above your knees. It was rock star-ish for the most part and the reason you had kept it around was because it showcased your ink and didn’t class with the body art. So many dresses just looked tacky with loads of ink peering all over the place, this one didn’t, so you had kept it all these years.

Throwing it on your bed you went about grabbing the last accessories and then going about getting clean. As you were applying your make up finally you heard the door slam open and Bert’s loud voice ring through the loft. As much as you wanted to be down there with them all you took your time with your makeup, you knew that the guys had gone to effort for this then so should you. You applied your black eyeliner, making sure to make it your perfect thickness, hey just because you were wearing dress didn’t mean you were changing everything. Next as you applied bright cherry red eye shadow, making your eyes pop a bit, and then added your mascara you heard the door open again. From the loud ruckus going on all of a sudden most, if not all, your boys must have arrived.

“Well I always did like to make an entrance,” you said got rid of a tiny glob of mascara before going back to your beauty work.

You grunted over the little zit that had started it’s life as a red spot on the bottom of your jaw line, but decided not to cover it in pounds of foundation. Since that wasn’t your style anyway. You threw on some shimmery wet looking lip gloss and called your face presentable before moving onto the mess that was your hair. You decided to just let by gones be by gones and styled your hair softly and stuck a red passion fruit flower, fake of course, onto the side of your head when it was finished.

Beauty-erizing done you slipped on your new underwear and then your dress, forgoing pantyhose. This was after all just a dinner at home, nice it may be but it was still at home. Next you slipped on a pair of red heels that had only a one inch heel, just enough to make you taller than Johnny. They had a little white strap and buckle across the top of them, and a pointed toe. All in all you found yourself fairly presentable, especially for taking such a short time.

“Now to meet the bastards, I mean the masses,” you told your reflection in your long mirror.

You walked out your room, leaving it the disaster zone getting ready had turned it back into and walked down your spiral staircase. Slowly since these heels and your stairs liked to be tricky. At the bottom you made your way around the corner into the kitchen and main living area quietly.

“Oi bitches,” you said loudly as you came upon them.

You smiled at their stunned expressions. It wasn’t often that you dressed up, so it was nice to see their expressions. You had a similar one going on, they cleaned up well. Well most of them did, you tried not to giggle at Bert’s outfit. He had on a crazy white and black shirt with a off white suit coat over it, open, and a red tie around his neck with black jeans on the bottom of him. It was hysterical.

“Wow,” Jimmy said, beer partially raised to his lips as he stared at you.

“Clean up good huh?” you asked as you did a little spin for them.

“I’d say you look good all sussed up as a girl,” Johnny said, a grin plastered on his face.

“I know, almost forgot that I was girl,” you said cheekily.

“Can you love me physically for forever?” Bert asked from his spot on the outer side of the island separator, standing next to Quinn and Dan, both of which looked shocked as well.

“Bert you know I’ll love you any way you want for forever,” you teased back as you winked at him.

“Ahhh,” Bert said as he mock fainted into the arms of Quinn.

“Careful or I might just have to beat up my lead singer and best friend over you. I don’t like to share. Especially when you look like this,” Jeph said as he came up and wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you towards him.

“Cat fights are fun to watch,” you teased as you leaned into him for a kiss.

Right as your lips were about to come in contact with Jeph’s you caught sight of something that almost took your momentary breath away. Zacky had stepped out from behind your brother and was looking over at you. He had dressed just as nice as the rest of your guys had. He had a black button up shirt on, a white tie, a black silk like vest, pin stripe slacks, and his fedora cocked to the side on his head. He looked good. But your mind went else where as Jeph’s lips took yours in a passionate kiss, causing your eyes to close and you to forget where you were momentarily.

“All right enough with the tongue sex, I don’t want to lose my appetite until after I’ve tasted Kales cooking,” Johnny said as he chucked a pot holder at you and Jeph’s still interlocked forms.

“Hey, I cook just fine thank you very much,” you accused as you stepped away from Jeph.

“That’s still to be determined, we haven’t eaten your home cooking in a long ass time Kales Mae,” Syn said from his spot lounging against the wall.

“Only yours is poisoned Syn, only yours,” you said cheekily as you went to go put the dishes on the long table.
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“I think I’m going to explode,” Shads said as he sat back in his chair after he had finished his plate.

For like the fourth time.

“And it’s not the poison speaking either. I say you out did your self sis,” he said after you had given him a questioning look.

You all had spent about an hour and a half around the table just eating and shooting the shit. It had been fun, and light hearted. Zacky had even been able to keep his glares down to a minimum. You were pretty sure that your brother had the beef serving fork stuck in his leg so as to keep him in check, but it was nice nonetheless. You had managed to avoid shooting many of them back at him. You had talked about plans for the upcoming tour, had talked about past tour antics. Especially ones from the last tour both bands had shared. You laughed so much, it felt great, and gave you high hopes for the upcoming adventure you were about to enter into. Which was good since it was coming up in a little over a week.

“Well I’m glad that you approve, I haven’t really cooked like this in forever. Jeph usually does all the cooking when we eat in, so I was a tad rusty,” you said as dropped your napkin on the table.

“That’s because you’ve got Jepha pussy whipped beyond any return,” Dan teased from his seat.

“I agree, there’s no returning from this Jepha,” Zacky teased.

He teased. Like seriously. Maybe they had drugged him. Or maybe it was the copious amounts of wine and beer and brandy that had been consumed since they had arrived. But it made you smile, not so much at him, as you had avoided just about all eye contact with him for the entire night. It was something about the way he looked, how he had made an attempt to dress like the others and not spoil it by coming in is normal attire.

“I’m not complaining. And I hope you have room, because I made dessert as well,” you said as you stood up and began to grab dishes to bring them into the kitchen for the last course.

Notes

The celebratory dinner chapters are another fave of mine.
Oh so much indeed!