Post by SSA David Rossi on Jun 1, 2013 19:32:41 GMT -5
Things were starting to come together at Dave's... until the noise of an uproar outside came drifting through the windows. Apparently there were some glitches in the catering, and Aimee was raising hell...
"Ainsley, back me up on this?" he asked as he started out to see what was going on, grateful that Paisley and her "date," an old friend of Clark's from his Mossad and then NCIS days, were keeping his protege busy so he wouldn't notice... though an injury was not the preferred method.
Apparently, the caterer--who HE had recommended--was having problems with Aimee's very, ah... "exacting" requirements, along with a number of other things not going quite according to her plans.
"So, Javier... you're not... jerking my young friend around, are you?" he joked to the caterer, standing behind Aimee and gently giving her shoulders a reassuring squeeze with his big hands, getting a stunned "Uh... no, Mr. Rossi. You know, since she's a friend of yours, why don't I just start by giving her the Referral Discount and taking ten percent off the tab?"[/b][/color]
They made small talk for a minute, the question coming up about how Dave got involved with this wedding. "The bride is our... team sniper," he explained lightly. "And the groom's our Forensic Countermeasures expert..."
Dave looked to Aimee, observing "Well, that's a gesture from him to open. What other concerns did you have?" At the mention of wine and her particular specifications, a plan came together. "Here's what I'd suggest... the wine you brought for the wedding, I'll buy from you at ten percent over cost. It just... happens that I have a few bottles of kosher wine suitable for their needs in my cellar, so we'll use those and you'll replace them at, again, your cost plus ten percent. Sound fair?"
Next problem: the pork vs. beef wontons. "Aimee, beef might actually be healthier... less nasty stuff along for the ride. Besides, does Clark really NEED more pork? I swear, I watched the man kill a whole package of bacon this morning..."[/] he noted, with a little laugh and the Signature Dave Smirk--omitting the fact that most of that package had been making breakfast for himself and Ainsley.
He Lt Ainsley talk to Aimee for a few moments, then turned back to her. "Now, about the other matters, now that we've got the catering mostly worked out..." he trailed off, pulling out a pen and notepad, writing down a list of her problems, then tearing the sheet off and drawing a line down the middle of the next. "Let's list the things you CAN do something about in one column, and the things you CAN'T in the other." Once they had it broken down, he continued: "Here's what you do: everything in the CAN'T column, you just put out of mind--focus on what you CAN do, and while you're at it we'll make some calls to try to line up possible Plan B's."
And then he thought he heard the barest trace of a ringing sound from her purse. "Is that your phone?"
Post by Constable Ainsley Rossi on Jun 1, 2013 23:18:13 GMT -5
Ainsley heard the commotion on the back walk about the same time the males did. She was rocking little Allen in her arms as the boy hungrily sucked at his bottle, but with the noise, and then Dave asking her to assist him, she replaced the child in his car seat, and hurried outside with her fiance. She took his hand as he stepped in. She eyeballed Aimee, almost afraid of the teenager. She listened quietly as Dave took over.
So, Javier... you're not... jerking my young friend around, are you?...Well, that's a gesture from him to open. What other concerns did you have?" At the mention of wine and her particular specifications, a plan came together. "Here's what I'd suggest... the wine you brought for the wedding, I'll buy from you at ten percent over cost. It just... happens that I have a few bottles of kosher wine suitable for their needs in my cellar, so we'll use those and you'll replace them at, again, your cost plus ten percent. Sound fair? AInsley was nodding, and Aimee seemed to have calmed a bit. He went on, and Ainsley smiled, trying to diffuse the rest of the crew. She spoke in light tones to "Javier's" assistant, and then she showed them where they access the kitchen, if needed, through the back door.
Aimee, beef might actually be healthier... less nasty stuff along for the ride. Besides, does Clark really NEED more pork? I swear, I watched the man kill a whole package of bacon this morning... Ainsley laughed, but took the young woman aside.
Aimee, tis lovely that you're so involved, and if it were MY wedding, I would be proud of you. BUT, I think that Paige will be grateful for all your hard work, even if it's not exactly what is planned. Even us brides realize that if we don't have pork or puddings, it's not the end of the world. Not one guest will leave here thinking, "Boy, I wish I had a pork dumpling. Is that the right word?! ANyway, they will leave here saying, "Gobshite, that Aimee Reid sure knows how to host a party. She and Aimee both laughed, and then she returned inside, and prepared to go have her hair done, satisified that it was all worked out.
Scottish by birth,British by law, Highlander by the Grace of God.
Post by Vanessa Whyn on Jun 2, 2013 10:44:53 GMT -5
Vanessa made her way to Aimee calmly but quickly. "Aimee my sister can see you running around like a chicken with your head cut off, she was watching from the window. She sent me to ask you if everything was alright...and if you needed either of us to do anything."
Aimee was feeling a LITTLE better after her chat with Dave and Ainsley. She knew that they were both right-that it was NOT going to fail if one or two things weren't perfect. And she also knew she was a little bit sensitive-she was tired, and that didn't help things.
She nodded up at Rossi.
Aimee, beef might actually be healthier... less nasty stuff along for the ride. Besides, does Clark really NEED more pork? I swear, I watched the man kill a whole package of bacon this morning... Even Aimee could crack a smile at this. She sighed, but nodded, and made it a point to take a few deep breaths. Rossi went on.
Now, about the other matters, now that we've got the catering mostly worked out...Let's list the things you CAN do something about in one column, and the things you CAN'T in the other. Here's what you do: everything in the CAN'T column, you just put out of mind--focus on what you CAN do, and while you're at it we'll make some calls to try to line up possible Plan B's. She nodded, and made a quick list-luckily, there wasn't TOO much damage done.
Then, she spoke with Ainsley.
Aimee, tis lovely that you're so involved, and if it were MY wedding, I would be proud of you. BUT, I think that Paige will be grateful for all your hard work, even if it's not exactly what is planned. Even us brides realize that if we don't have pork or puddings, it's not the end of the world. Not one guest will leave here thinking, "Boy, I wish I had a pork dumpling. Is that the right word?! ANyway, they will leave here saying, "Gobshite, that Aimee Reid sure knows how to host a party. AImee laughed, but nodded.
OK, you are both correct...here, this is what I need. Perhaps you have some ideas, and also...no one can find Father Coughlin. Do you know anyone able to officiate on short notice? In this case, Aimee's resources were small. She had little experience with men and women of the cloth, so she didn't know who to call in case of emergency.
Her phone rang then, and then Vanessa showed up. She sighed, feeling a bit panicky again.
Aimee my sister can see you running around like a chicken with your head cut off, she was watching from the window. She sent me to ask you if everything was alright...and if you needed either of us to do anything. Aimee smiled, and shook her head firmly.
No, Vanessa. Let Paige know that was only minor things, and that they are worked out. Help Paige get ready...the bride is the most important person! Aimee turned around and got out her cell. The florist had finally arrived. It was going to be OK.
But if you're so smart/tell me why are you/still so afraid?-Billy Joel "Vienna"
Post by Vanessa Whyn on Jun 4, 2013 15:04:31 GMT -5
Vanessa nodded once. "Alright." She was beginning to feel jittery, knowing there were so many people around--people, not her strong point. She knew this was her sister's big day--one of her biggest childhood dreams--and that she needed to contain herself. She took a deep breath to calm her shaking hands and turned, beginning her walk back to Paige. She blinked a few times but let herself calm down. It wasn't her they'd be paying attention to--thank God!--it was her big sister. She heard a voice behind her. "You okay, Ness?" he asked. She spun, coming face to chest with Seth. "Dammit, Seth. You scared the hell out of me. Stop showing up places like that," she snapped. "Are you headed to Paige?" Seth asked, glancing behind Vanessa, who nodded. "Lead the way, Nessie. I'll follow. I need to see the beautiful bride." Vanessa nodded once again and began hesitantly making her way to where she knew Paige was waiting.
The Israeli woman stepped inside and shut the door behind her, after all it was rude to leave the door wide open. She smiled softly and stood by while she waited for Paisley to finish getting ready. She looked down at her watch they were running late. She normally was always punctual, hell most days she was the first one to arrive but this whole wedding thing had her nervous. Ziva had nearly forgotten about her foot until a faint searing pain returned. She scrunched up her nose. She would get ice at Clark's. "Let us get going, I will drive." Ziva nodded her head and led Paisley out to her mini cooper she unlocked the car automatically and climbed into the driver's seat, she tightened her own seat belt before looking to the other woman. She pulled out of the drive way and pulled up the directions to Clarks via voice activated GPS she loved her car. She took the nearest light, it would take about fifteen minutes to get there they were stuck behind traffic though, she tried to look around, it seemed like a car accident. There fifteen minutes would turn into thirty easily if the accident wasn't taken care of quickly. She sighed shifting the car into park seeing as they weren't going anywhere any time soon.
She couldn't help but stare off out her window she wasn't good at making friends..not with women at least, she decided she should try and be social. "How long have you known Clark?" she asked curiously. She had not heard that mentioned at the rehearsal dinner. She blew a stray strand out of her eyes and clenched her fist as discreetly as possible, she really should have asked for that ice when she had the chance.
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Post by TA Paisley Gregg on Jun 15, 2013 14:40:18 GMT -5
Paisley nodded at Ziva.
Alright. Let's ok. Ok, you can drive. I HATE DC traffic. People say that traffic in San Francisco is bad, but they've obviously never driven HERE. And between 8-9 am when the University is in session?! Good luck going ANYWHERE. Oh, crap. Hang on. Let me get the gift for Paige and Clark. She paused outside of her closet door and reached back in, unearthing a prettily-wrapped gift. It was a cappuccino maker, and while Paisley had NO idea if either one liked Espresso, she couldn't think of anything less lame.
She followed Ziva out, locking the door behind her-though she didn't know why. It's not like Paisley had anything for anyone to steal, but whatever. She followed Ziva to the parking lot, and into a Mini Cooper. Paisley put on her seatbelt, and then took in the interior. The tall woman felt a little scrunched in the car, but that was normal. She was freakishly tall for a woman. She settled back, and noticed that it was getting a bit traffic-y. She sighed.
Hey, I am the best man. They can't start without me. She HATED being late. She felt like it was akin to lying, and she had given her word. She firmly believed that once a person gave thier word, they were bound to it.[/b]
They drove along in silence for a bit, and then Ziva asked her a question.
How long have you known Clark? Paisley took a breath,not sure how much to share. She opened her mouth. She never really knew what would tumble out of it-how much rambling on she could do. If Ziva had spent much time with Clark, she was used to it...put the two of them together, and it was bound to be full of chatter for a LONG time.
Well, I started with the Bureau two years ago. I was an intern back then, in the IT department. Clark was one of the first friends I made. We understand each other, I think. And I am sure that if I liked men, I would be the one marrying him, but if only he were a she... too bad that for me a Y chromosome's a dealbreaker. But, Clark has been there for me, a LOT, and he even helped me when I...well, when my father died. He helped me to clean it up, and then to deal with it. Not too long after, my mother died, as well, and he went al the way to San Francisco with me to help me clean out her apartment and get affairs in order....what was he like when YOU knew him?
She's wordy and verbose/prolific and prone to prose/literary, it's so scary/reading Brontes back to back.-MC Chris "Nrrd Grrl"