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An Invitation of Sorts
Scene featuring Austin Thompson and Blake Andrews set after this texting exchange with Dom.
1,000+ words
After receiving the text from Dom inviting them future Sunday dinners, Les could barely contain herself and wanted to tell Austin and Blake right away.
But she resisted.
It had been right in the middle of the workday and she knew that their heads were on a couple of big pieces that were booked for that afternoon.
So, she waited until they’d walked into their place and locked the door behind them. They had always been security conscious, for better or worse.
Take out was easy and they had mostly resorted to take-out since she’d arrived but tonight, she’d insisted that she was going to cook.
Something.
She wasn’t sure what she was going to cook but there had to be something.
Les knew realistically she didn’t HAVE to wait to tell them, but it felt big. It was like when they invited others into their family dinners back home. It wasn’t the norm. This was… chosen family – those you wanted to break bread with and share your home and safe space with.
It took trust. Being invited to another family’s dinner felt momentous. Especially for a family like the Toretto’s.
She sat her purse down on the couch and turned to look at the two guys.
“You look like you’ve been wanting to tell us something all afternoon. I’m assuming it’s about Dom,” Austin asked her with a teasing smile, heading into the kitchen to grab a couple of beers.
Blake chuckled and followed behind Austin, Les bringing up the rear. “I’m impressed that you held out this long. We were taking bets if you would bring it up or if you’d wait.”
Les blinked at both of them. “You say that as though you KNOW me or something,” she said before she laughed and leaned against the counter. She shook her head when Austin offered her a bottle.
“Wait, who are you again…” Blake asked, taking the bottle from Austin with a chuckle and opening it.
“So, you gonna make us wait or what?”
Les was tempted to drag this on but she shook her head. “Tempting but no. Dom essentially invited us to Sunday dinners. At his place,” she said, looking at Austin first then at Blake. “Family dinners, guys. Anytime we want.”
This budding relationship with Dom and with his family wasn’t something she had at all planned on when coming to LA. Austin and Blake had mentioned the family of course and she knew them from rumor alone back home. She hadn’t anticipated just how well they’d all get along and how close they all felt in a matter of days. It was surprising and if the shocked looks on both of the guys’ faces were of any indication, they were just as surprised as she was.
“So hold up – hold up,” Blake said, raising a hand and setting his beer down on the island. “We’re here for two years – give or take a few months – and of course we’re on friendly polite enough terms with them –“
“I saw how Dom welcomed Austin that night, you guys were more than on ‘polite’ terms with them,” Les interjected with a laugh.
“Ah uh – you’re here all of a week and you’ve gone on a date – sorry ‘not date’ with Dom, you’re helping him fix up Mia’s new car ("rumor was the old car was on its last legs") and now we’re invited to their family dinners? When can you move in?”
“Blake! Breath man,” Austin said, chuckling though honestly, he was surprised himself. He knew that, just like back home, it was no small token to be invited. For people like them, being invited to your home was HUGE. Especially when you were as protective and perhaps dealt in semi-illegal activities, something they did in San Francisco.
Dom trusted them.
“And don’t forget, there’s a lot of cross-promotion right now between his shop and the parlor. I can’t believe you two let your business cards run out. You could have called Abby or I, you lazy asses,” Les said with a roll of her eyes as she walked toward the fridge to look at what they had available to them.
Blake made a noise. “I’m sorry, I’m still back on family dinners with Dom and his family. Anyone?”
Les laughed, turning her head to look at him. “Take your time,” she teased him, grabbing a bottle of water and shutting the fridge door. “For what it’s worth, I’m surprised too. I thanked him and told him we’ll take him up on it. We should go. We can call the others earlier in the day and head over afterward. Cool?”
“You know, when you were younger, many of us worried about you – more than we did Abby sometimes. You were justifiably angry at life, hurt and so fucking stubborn and seeing you now? How far you’ve come? You turned out pretty damn well,” Austin said, watching her with a warm smile. She could hold her own against guys like Dom Toretto and hell, like Don and Ricky… and the rest of them. She was unafraid to ask and/or demand the things she knew she deserved (namely respect). They were all damn proud of her.
Her mouth curled up into a smile. “Thanks, Austin – that means a lot to me,” she said. It had hard but she resisted the urge to deflect and say something sassy.
“How about we order pizza and call the others before it arrives? I’m sure they’ll be interested to hear the news,” Blake said then paused. “You know, Don and Ricky will want to meet Dom and his crew.”
Les shrugged a shoulder. “Sounds good. We’ll go grocery shopping later this week. Also, I won’t be at the parlor tomorrow. That guy who wanted to tell me how to fix my car? Yeah, he called saying he found a bunch of transmission fluid on his driveway and needs his engine looked at. Dom said I could use his shop.”
“Again, you’ve been here for a week, Les – how do you manage these things?”
“It’s my superpower, I guess?”
1,000+ words
After receiving the text from Dom inviting them future Sunday dinners, Les could barely contain herself and wanted to tell Austin and Blake right away.
But she resisted.
It had been right in the middle of the workday and she knew that their heads were on a couple of big pieces that were booked for that afternoon.
So, she waited until they’d walked into their place and locked the door behind them. They had always been security conscious, for better or worse.
Take out was easy and they had mostly resorted to take-out since she’d arrived but tonight, she’d insisted that she was going to cook.
Something.
She wasn’t sure what she was going to cook but there had to be something.
Les knew realistically she didn’t HAVE to wait to tell them, but it felt big. It was like when they invited others into their family dinners back home. It wasn’t the norm. This was… chosen family – those you wanted to break bread with and share your home and safe space with.
It took trust. Being invited to another family’s dinner felt momentous. Especially for a family like the Toretto’s.
She sat her purse down on the couch and turned to look at the two guys.
“You look like you’ve been wanting to tell us something all afternoon. I’m assuming it’s about Dom,” Austin asked her with a teasing smile, heading into the kitchen to grab a couple of beers.
Blake chuckled and followed behind Austin, Les bringing up the rear. “I’m impressed that you held out this long. We were taking bets if you would bring it up or if you’d wait.”
Les blinked at both of them. “You say that as though you KNOW me or something,” she said before she laughed and leaned against the counter. She shook her head when Austin offered her a bottle.
“Wait, who are you again…” Blake asked, taking the bottle from Austin with a chuckle and opening it.
“So, you gonna make us wait or what?”
Les was tempted to drag this on but she shook her head. “Tempting but no. Dom essentially invited us to Sunday dinners. At his place,” she said, looking at Austin first then at Blake. “Family dinners, guys. Anytime we want.”
This budding relationship with Dom and with his family wasn’t something she had at all planned on when coming to LA. Austin and Blake had mentioned the family of course and she knew them from rumor alone back home. She hadn’t anticipated just how well they’d all get along and how close they all felt in a matter of days. It was surprising and if the shocked looks on both of the guys’ faces were of any indication, they were just as surprised as she was.
“So hold up – hold up,” Blake said, raising a hand and setting his beer down on the island. “We’re here for two years – give or take a few months – and of course we’re on friendly polite enough terms with them –“
“I saw how Dom welcomed Austin that night, you guys were more than on ‘polite’ terms with them,” Les interjected with a laugh.
“Ah uh – you’re here all of a week and you’ve gone on a date – sorry ‘not date’ with Dom, you’re helping him fix up Mia’s new car ("rumor was the old car was on its last legs") and now we’re invited to their family dinners? When can you move in?”
“Blake! Breath man,” Austin said, chuckling though honestly, he was surprised himself. He knew that, just like back home, it was no small token to be invited. For people like them, being invited to your home was HUGE. Especially when you were as protective and perhaps dealt in semi-illegal activities, something they did in San Francisco.
Dom trusted them.
“And don’t forget, there’s a lot of cross-promotion right now between his shop and the parlor. I can’t believe you two let your business cards run out. You could have called Abby or I, you lazy asses,” Les said with a roll of her eyes as she walked toward the fridge to look at what they had available to them.
Blake made a noise. “I’m sorry, I’m still back on family dinners with Dom and his family. Anyone?”
Les laughed, turning her head to look at him. “Take your time,” she teased him, grabbing a bottle of water and shutting the fridge door. “For what it’s worth, I’m surprised too. I thanked him and told him we’ll take him up on it. We should go. We can call the others earlier in the day and head over afterward. Cool?”
“You know, when you were younger, many of us worried about you – more than we did Abby sometimes. You were justifiably angry at life, hurt and so fucking stubborn and seeing you now? How far you’ve come? You turned out pretty damn well,” Austin said, watching her with a warm smile. She could hold her own against guys like Dom Toretto and hell, like Don and Ricky… and the rest of them. She was unafraid to ask and/or demand the things she knew she deserved (namely respect). They were all damn proud of her.
Her mouth curled up into a smile. “Thanks, Austin – that means a lot to me,” she said. It had hard but she resisted the urge to deflect and say something sassy.
“How about we order pizza and call the others before it arrives? I’m sure they’ll be interested to hear the news,” Blake said then paused. “You know, Don and Ricky will want to meet Dom and his crew.”
Les shrugged a shoulder. “Sounds good. We’ll go grocery shopping later this week. Also, I won’t be at the parlor tomorrow. That guy who wanted to tell me how to fix my car? Yeah, he called saying he found a bunch of transmission fluid on his driveway and needs his engine looked at. Dom said I could use his shop.”
“Again, you’ve been here for a week, Les – how do you manage these things?”
“It’s my superpower, I guess?”