Post by Aurora Graves on Jun 14, 2017 17:14:20 GMT -5
Graves Residence
Inglewood, CA
Monday morning... that dreaded cluster of hours following every Sunday night, where people would roll out of their beds either still feeling the effects of the 6 margaritas they drank the night before, or dreading the morning commute to work, and the bumper-to-bumper traffic that inevitably awaited them.
But not Aurora and Damon Graves. The early hours of Monday morning often found the Redemption Tag Team Champions up and eager to start the day, but first...
Breakfast.
Aurora stood in the kitchen, a Blendtec blender filled to the brim with all sorts of fruits and vegetables, swimming – or rather, soaking – in a bath of almond milk. As Aurora topped the would-be concoction with a healthy helping of Greek yogurt, she felt around for the blender’s lid, not noticing that Damon had slipped into the room. He playfully snatched the lid of the blender, hiding it behind his back as he watched his wife fumble around for it.
Damon: Looking for something, Harley?
Damon smirked at his wife, holding up the lid as Aurora looked at him disapprovingly. She let out an exasperated sigh as she took the lid from his hand.
Aurora: Smartass...
She placed the lid on the blender, taking a note of Damon’s curious expression.
Damon: Hmmm... Harley’s Protein Special?
Aurora nodded her head.
Aurora: Yup... plus I added a little something else.
Damon: Gonna fill me in?
She shook her head.
Aurora: Nope... it’s my own little secret ingredient.
Damon: Question is... will it blend?
Aurora groaned at her husband’s use of the blender’s company slogan.
Aurora: I think I’ll press the “Corny Joke” button...
She hit a button on the blender’s control panel, and the ingredients tumbled around until they formed a greenish-orange liquid, with tiny little bits of what had to have been fruit that managed to escape the obliteration of the blender’s blades. Pulling it off of the stand, she poured the blender’s contents into a pair of large glasses sitting beside it. She handed one of the glasses to Damon before lifting the other to her mouth. Damon paused, taking a moment to smell the beverage he was about to ingest.
Damon: Well, here goes...
He lifted the glass to his lips, took a sip, then proceeded to guzzle half of its contents before finally setting the glass down, a satisfied gasp leaving his lips as he licked at the corners of his mouth.
Aurora: Well?
Damon: I think I like this version better.
He quickly finished the rest of his smoothie, then turned to the sink to rinse out his glass. As Aurora began to take her first sip, she let a mouthful of the concoction linger for a moment before she swallowed.
Aurora: Hmmm... I don’t know. I think it needs more almonds.
Damon: Keep that up, and all you’ll be doing is tossing a bunch of almonds into that blender with a banana.
Aurora: Quiet, you!
She poked her husband in the side with her finger. Damon simply chuckled as he reached for his sketchbook on the far end of the counter.
Aurora: So, any interesting appointments coming in today?
Damon: You mean you don’t remember? Today’s the day that Jason comes into the shop. Remember that sketch I was working on while we were on the flight home from Toronto?
Aurora nodded her head as Damon opened up his sketchbook to a page bearing the image of a rather intimidating-looking length of thick chain. The proud artist grinned at the sight of his handiwork as Aurora arched her eyebrows, impressed with her husband’s efforts.
Damon: This is the custom piece Jason’s having me put on his forearm. I’m hoping it turns out okay; this is DEFINITELY a piece I want to put up on the website.
Aurora: Puddin’, I don’t think you have anything to worry about. I mean, look at me; I’m a walking portfolio of your work. Why do you think Jason came to you for this piece? It’s because you’re the only one he trusts to do this piece justice.
Damon: Well, I suppose since you put it that way...
He hooked a finger under Aurora’s chin, then leaned in for a quick kiss on the lips.
Damon: Who am I to argue with such a ringing endorsement?
Aurora: Yeah, you BETTER not argue with that!
Damon: I wouldn’t dream of it. Anyway, what about you? Anyone looking to have you poke some holes in their bodies today?
Aurora: Today’s my “appointments only” day. I’ve got a girl coming into the shop at 3:00, so that will give me some time to take care of a few other things. I plan on hitting Jason’s gym, go a few rounds with Alicia, then pick up some stuff for dinner tonight before heading down to the shop.
Damon: Sounds like you have quite the day planned. What did you have planned for dinner?
Aurora: I’m in the mood for Mexican, and there’s this recipe that I got from Jason for chicken enchiladas that I’ve been dying to try out.
Damon chuckled, as if processing the mental image of that humongous mountain of a man standing in a kitchen, his arms elbow-deep in food prep.
Damon: As long as he doesn’t act like Gordon Ramsay, we’re good, right?
Aurora laughed.
Aurora: Jason is enough of a hothead on his own, sometimes! The last thing we need is for him to have THAT short of a fuse...
Damon: True. Anyway, I’ve gotta run. I’m fully booked, and Jason’s my first appointment. That’s one big guy you do NOT want to keep waiting!
Aurora: Don’t I know it!
She grabbed Damon’s face, pulling him in for one last kiss. They lingered for a moment before Damon begrudgingly pulled away.
Damon: Keep that up, and none of us will get anything done!
As Damon turned to head out of the kitchen, Aurora reached out, smacking him on the ass as she smiled.
Aurora: Just get out of here, already!
Damon said nothing; only shooting his wife one last smile as he left.
