Marton and Angel. Presents.
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palace_martonAfter The fashion show here and Angel meets Guy and Will here.
Angelina tucked her hair back in the clip and turned her head side to side in the mirror. She added a touch of lipstick and smiled at herself. She felt a hell of a lot better since getting back from her doctor’s appointment and showering.
Fucking slimy stuff the doc smeared on her, she shuddered. “Nasty shit.” She walked into the living area, glancing at the dining table and smiling. Marton had ordered up dinner and the attendant had set it up, linen napkins and even a flower arrangement for the center. “Daddy’s a classy man.” She said and patted her stomach.
As Marton headed along the hall toward Angel's room for their planned dinner, he was still shaking his head and chuckling about the meeting he'd just had with Dr. Phil which had taken place straight after Angel's sonogram. He'd remained behind after Angel had left to 'get ready' for dinner mainly because he'd decided it was best he knew the baby's sex, but also because he really hadn't believed Dr. Cavendish when he'd said Phil had gone snowboarding. He knew better now and seeing all the visible parts of Phil's body covered in an assortment of bruises and cuts of varying hues still had him smiling. The things some people did under the guise of 'entertainment' never failed to amuse him, honestly! Part of the smile though, was due to the news Phil had given him on the sex of the child Angel was carrying and it remained firmly in place as he knocked on her door.
Angel opened the door to a smiling Marton. “Well hey there.” She stepped to the side and ushered him inside. “Dinner’s here already. Smells great. I hadn’t peeked yet.” She walked into the kitchen. “You want some wine or something?”
"I'd love some." Marton followed Angel into the kitchen, admiring her outfit as he leaned against the partition. "You look lovely." He told her quite honestly. "That color suits you." He'd have liked to remove his own jacket and tie, having been stuck in his workday 'straightjacket' for hours, but this was meant to be a 'proper' dinner, so he didn't. He accepted the glass she offered and clinked his against hers, toasting, "To all being well." he proposed.
She smiled and inclined her head at the compliment. "Thank you." She grabbed the bottle and walked to the table, sitting it down next to their plates. "You wanna talk for a bit or you hungry?" She asked
"Damned hungry." Marton confessed. He held out Angel's chair for her and, before he sat down, lifted the bottle and slid it into the ice bucket in the center of the table. "Keep it chilled.” He said casually, taking his own seat. They were serving themselves, the servant having been dismissed and their first course was already laid on the underplates. Marton lifted the lid. "Oh good." he said. "I love soup." He gave Angel a grin like that of a happy schoolboy as he lifted his spoon from the table. "I'm still trying to get over Phil going snowboarding!" he told her. "Did you see the bruises on her knees!?"
Angelina looked at her bowl, then up at Marton. "Knees? Nah. Can't imagine anybody doing something like that. There ain't enough gold in hell for that, and I'd-" She stopped and took a sip of her wine. "That's good." She picked up a spoon and stirred her soup, looking up at Marton. "Carrot?" She asked.
"Pumpkin, I think." Marton picked up his own spoon, the correct spoon, and held it up where Angel could see it. "Let me taste." He dipped the soup spoon in, sliding it away from his body as he scooped and feeling Angel watching him intently. Sipping it, he nodded. "Pumpkin." he said. "It's really good. Try some." He put his own spoon down onto the underplate and watched.
Angel watched, head cocked slightly. She licked the spoon in her hand and sat it down, picking up the wider one, the one like Marton had used. Dipping the spoon in her soup she started to bring it to her mouth, pausing and glancing at him. "Pumpkin? Like pie?" She tasted it, smiling and turning to him. "Damn that's good." She started to lay the spoon on the linen placemat, and then stopped and set it on her plate. "Cool." She said, grinning.
"Very." Marton grinned back. Damn, she was quick! He was proud of her. Returning his attention to his own soup he said, "Phil told me the baby's gender. Do you want to know or rather not?"
"You know?" She asked, eyes wide.
Marton nodded, his mouth full. He set down his spoon again and wiped his mouth with his napkin. "I decided I wanted to." he smiled. "But it's up to you whether or not you do. You can think about it if you want, tell me later."
"I'm not sure. Let me think about it." She took another spoonful of soup and reached for the basket of rolls, flipping the cover up. "Want a roll?" She asked before reaching to hand him one.
Marton shook his head, reached past her and picked up the basket. He held the basket out to Angel and she took a roll, then he took one for himself and laid it on his side plate before returning the basket to the table and flipping the lid closed again. "Just ask if you want to know." He said, making no further reference to the near-gaff with the rolls. "Did all the clothes arrive?" he asked with another glance at what Angel was wearing. "I know Mario's fussy about fit. Everything was right I take it?"
"Yeah great. Everything fits real good, well for now." She patted her belly, smiling. "So, Daddy, you know what Bubba here is. You happy with it?"
"Oh yes." Marton's beaming smile was genuine. "Absolutely happy. And I'm glad everything went well with the clothes. Mario's a genius with fabric; you'll find there's more room in the clothes than you think. As you grow," he pulled a teasing face. "The clothes can be adjusted." He turned his attention to finishing his soup, adding, "So what have you been up to since last time I saw you?"
"Not a hell of a lot." She said and watched him tear a roll in half. Picking up her own, she pulled a piece off and set the other half back down. Before taking a bite she stopped and turned to him grinning. "Oh yeah, I met a couple of real nice guys. One of them's a friend of yours, Will?"
"You met Will?" Marton raised an eyebrow in surprise. Will hadn't mentioned it. "When was this?"
"Last Sunday." She said and took a bit of roll, chewing for a minute before taking a drink of wine and then continuing. "Doc told me to get fresh air, so I went out for a walk. Will and a buddy of his, Guy? Yeah, Guy. They were watching a game. We hung out and talked. He's nice, funny as hell, both of em. And guy was giving Will shit about defending your honor and all." She said and took another spoonful of soup.
Marton was still wondering why Will hadn't said anything about meeting Angel when Guy's name gave him pause and then Angel's comment about 'his honor' confused him completely. He pushed aside his empty bowl and looked at Angel, his puzzlement plain. "My honor?" he said. "What did he do?"
"He didn't tell you?" Angel asked. "Some asshole down at the cafe. Guy said he was talking shit about - well you, and half the family. Pissed Will off, he jumped up and kicked his ass. Guy said he damn near choked him, broke his nose. Will was all squirmy and acting like it wasn't a big deal. I told him he could teach Bubba here self defense." She said and laughed. "You owe that fella of yours something special."
"Sounds like it." Marton couldn't decide between being upset by Will's behavior or chuffed that he'd been so quick to defend. But he knew one thing, Will'd be upset over having resorted to violence in the first place and he vowed to raise the issue with him later. For now, though, he'd put it aside. "So what do you think of my 'boyfriend'?" he grinned. "And Guy. He's a pistol, that one!" As he spoke, he got up and served their second course, lifting the lids on both plates to reveal a pasta dish.
"I like him. He's got damn pretty eyes and he's funny. He's probably good for you, huh?" She smiled at Marton. "And Guy, that son of a bitch is a card. I was thinking about looking him up, see if they want to get a card game together, or something." She shrugged. "I get kind of bored. Used to having to take care of myself, find games to make money, you know. Those noodles look good." She said, smiling.
"Mmm. They do. He is." Marton picked up his fork and spoon and began to twirl. "I love pasta, too. Chef's done all my favorites, I suspect." He took a mouthful and waited 'til he'd finished before adding, "I'd look Guy up if I were you. If he doesn't play, he's sure to know who does." He gave her a cheeky grin. "No sharking, right?"
"Me? Shark?" She said, fluttering her lashes before breaking into a grin. "Fine, fine. I'll leave them at least their dignity." She said with a lifted eyebrow taking a bite of pasta. "Oh yeah, almost forgot. You'll have to model your daddy shirt for me sometime, 'kay?"
"Oh, I will. I forgot to thank you for that." He smiled. "The thought is very much appreciated." he said gallantly, taking Angel's free hand and planting a gentlemanly kiss on the back of it. Angel smiled and Marton smoothly changed the subject, chatting about various things until they'd finished the meal and were sitting comfortably in the living area drinking their coffee. "I have something for you." he told Angel as she finished the story she was telling him about a card game she'd been involved in that had gone horribly, amusingly wrong. While he waited for her to respond, he thought about how much he was coming to like this girl, despite knowing what she'd done, knowing what she was capable of, he couldn't help but feel a strange sort of affection for her although it altered wariness not one iota, nor would he trust her in any great way. But still, he enjoyed her company, her quirky personality, in a way he'd never have suspected he could!
Angel sat up and clapped her hands together. "You got me something?" She asked laughing. "What?"
Marton reached into his pocket and handed Angel the gold debit card he'd ordered. "Here." he said with a small smile. "Knock yourself out!"
She looked down at the card in her hand, mouth gone suddenly dry. "Fuck Marton - I - I mean, wow Marton. This is - wow. Where can I use it? Just here at the Palace shops?" She looked up at him.
Marton shook his head. "No, the routine for the shops in here stands. That," he said, pointing to the card, "is for the shops in the Circle and for Lonegrans, Missive, and, I think, for Argus and Sons downtown."
"Damn, Lonegrans?" She blinked and then leaned up and hugged his neck, kissing him on the cheek. "Thanks. This is amazing. Maybe Bubba and I'll go check it out tomorrow. You need anything while we're out?" She asked laughing, holding the card up.
"Thank you, no." Marton chuckled, returning the hug briefly. "My wardrobe underwent a recent 'renovation', courtesy of Will. Most of it still has the tags on. But you get whatever you want, the limit's fairly high."
"Oh hell yeah, knew I liked Will. Maybe I'll take he and Guy shopping with me. Probably like herding monkeys though huh?" She tucked the card in her pocket, patting it lovingly before turning to him. "Hey want some coffee?"
Angelina tucked her hair back in the clip and turned her head side to side in the mirror. She added a touch of lipstick and smiled at herself. She felt a hell of a lot better since getting back from her doctor’s appointment and showering.
Fucking slimy stuff the doc smeared on her, she shuddered. “Nasty shit.” She walked into the living area, glancing at the dining table and smiling. Marton had ordered up dinner and the attendant had set it up, linen napkins and even a flower arrangement for the center. “Daddy’s a classy man.” She said and patted her stomach.
As Marton headed along the hall toward Angel's room for their planned dinner, he was still shaking his head and chuckling about the meeting he'd just had with Dr. Phil which had taken place straight after Angel's sonogram. He'd remained behind after Angel had left to 'get ready' for dinner mainly because he'd decided it was best he knew the baby's sex, but also because he really hadn't believed Dr. Cavendish when he'd said Phil had gone snowboarding. He knew better now and seeing all the visible parts of Phil's body covered in an assortment of bruises and cuts of varying hues still had him smiling. The things some people did under the guise of 'entertainment' never failed to amuse him, honestly! Part of the smile though, was due to the news Phil had given him on the sex of the child Angel was carrying and it remained firmly in place as he knocked on her door.
Angel opened the door to a smiling Marton. “Well hey there.” She stepped to the side and ushered him inside. “Dinner’s here already. Smells great. I hadn’t peeked yet.” She walked into the kitchen. “You want some wine or something?”
"I'd love some." Marton followed Angel into the kitchen, admiring her outfit as he leaned against the partition. "You look lovely." He told her quite honestly. "That color suits you." He'd have liked to remove his own jacket and tie, having been stuck in his workday 'straightjacket' for hours, but this was meant to be a 'proper' dinner, so he didn't. He accepted the glass she offered and clinked his against hers, toasting, "To all being well." he proposed.
She smiled and inclined her head at the compliment. "Thank you." She grabbed the bottle and walked to the table, sitting it down next to their plates. "You wanna talk for a bit or you hungry?" She asked
"Damned hungry." Marton confessed. He held out Angel's chair for her and, before he sat down, lifted the bottle and slid it into the ice bucket in the center of the table. "Keep it chilled.” He said casually, taking his own seat. They were serving themselves, the servant having been dismissed and their first course was already laid on the underplates. Marton lifted the lid. "Oh good." he said. "I love soup." He gave Angel a grin like that of a happy schoolboy as he lifted his spoon from the table. "I'm still trying to get over Phil going snowboarding!" he told her. "Did you see the bruises on her knees!?"
Angelina looked at her bowl, then up at Marton. "Knees? Nah. Can't imagine anybody doing something like that. There ain't enough gold in hell for that, and I'd-" She stopped and took a sip of her wine. "That's good." She picked up a spoon and stirred her soup, looking up at Marton. "Carrot?" She asked.
"Pumpkin, I think." Marton picked up his own spoon, the correct spoon, and held it up where Angel could see it. "Let me taste." He dipped the soup spoon in, sliding it away from his body as he scooped and feeling Angel watching him intently. Sipping it, he nodded. "Pumpkin." he said. "It's really good. Try some." He put his own spoon down onto the underplate and watched.
Angel watched, head cocked slightly. She licked the spoon in her hand and sat it down, picking up the wider one, the one like Marton had used. Dipping the spoon in her soup she started to bring it to her mouth, pausing and glancing at him. "Pumpkin? Like pie?" She tasted it, smiling and turning to him. "Damn that's good." She started to lay the spoon on the linen placemat, and then stopped and set it on her plate. "Cool." She said, grinning.
"Very." Marton grinned back. Damn, she was quick! He was proud of her. Returning his attention to his own soup he said, "Phil told me the baby's gender. Do you want to know or rather not?"
"You know?" She asked, eyes wide.
Marton nodded, his mouth full. He set down his spoon again and wiped his mouth with his napkin. "I decided I wanted to." he smiled. "But it's up to you whether or not you do. You can think about it if you want, tell me later."
"I'm not sure. Let me think about it." She took another spoonful of soup and reached for the basket of rolls, flipping the cover up. "Want a roll?" She asked before reaching to hand him one.
Marton shook his head, reached past her and picked up the basket. He held the basket out to Angel and she took a roll, then he took one for himself and laid it on his side plate before returning the basket to the table and flipping the lid closed again. "Just ask if you want to know." He said, making no further reference to the near-gaff with the rolls. "Did all the clothes arrive?" he asked with another glance at what Angel was wearing. "I know Mario's fussy about fit. Everything was right I take it?"
"Yeah great. Everything fits real good, well for now." She patted her belly, smiling. "So, Daddy, you know what Bubba here is. You happy with it?"
"Oh yes." Marton's beaming smile was genuine. "Absolutely happy. And I'm glad everything went well with the clothes. Mario's a genius with fabric; you'll find there's more room in the clothes than you think. As you grow," he pulled a teasing face. "The clothes can be adjusted." He turned his attention to finishing his soup, adding, "So what have you been up to since last time I saw you?"
"Not a hell of a lot." She said and watched him tear a roll in half. Picking up her own, she pulled a piece off and set the other half back down. Before taking a bite she stopped and turned to him grinning. "Oh yeah, I met a couple of real nice guys. One of them's a friend of yours, Will?"
"You met Will?" Marton raised an eyebrow in surprise. Will hadn't mentioned it. "When was this?"
"Last Sunday." She said and took a bit of roll, chewing for a minute before taking a drink of wine and then continuing. "Doc told me to get fresh air, so I went out for a walk. Will and a buddy of his, Guy? Yeah, Guy. They were watching a game. We hung out and talked. He's nice, funny as hell, both of em. And guy was giving Will shit about defending your honor and all." She said and took another spoonful of soup.
Marton was still wondering why Will hadn't said anything about meeting Angel when Guy's name gave him pause and then Angel's comment about 'his honor' confused him completely. He pushed aside his empty bowl and looked at Angel, his puzzlement plain. "My honor?" he said. "What did he do?"
"He didn't tell you?" Angel asked. "Some asshole down at the cafe. Guy said he was talking shit about - well you, and half the family. Pissed Will off, he jumped up and kicked his ass. Guy said he damn near choked him, broke his nose. Will was all squirmy and acting like it wasn't a big deal. I told him he could teach Bubba here self defense." She said and laughed. "You owe that fella of yours something special."
"Sounds like it." Marton couldn't decide between being upset by Will's behavior or chuffed that he'd been so quick to defend. But he knew one thing, Will'd be upset over having resorted to violence in the first place and he vowed to raise the issue with him later. For now, though, he'd put it aside. "So what do you think of my 'boyfriend'?" he grinned. "And Guy. He's a pistol, that one!" As he spoke, he got up and served their second course, lifting the lids on both plates to reveal a pasta dish.
"I like him. He's got damn pretty eyes and he's funny. He's probably good for you, huh?" She smiled at Marton. "And Guy, that son of a bitch is a card. I was thinking about looking him up, see if they want to get a card game together, or something." She shrugged. "I get kind of bored. Used to having to take care of myself, find games to make money, you know. Those noodles look good." She said, smiling.
"Mmm. They do. He is." Marton picked up his fork and spoon and began to twirl. "I love pasta, too. Chef's done all my favorites, I suspect." He took a mouthful and waited 'til he'd finished before adding, "I'd look Guy up if I were you. If he doesn't play, he's sure to know who does." He gave her a cheeky grin. "No sharking, right?"
"Me? Shark?" She said, fluttering her lashes before breaking into a grin. "Fine, fine. I'll leave them at least their dignity." She said with a lifted eyebrow taking a bite of pasta. "Oh yeah, almost forgot. You'll have to model your daddy shirt for me sometime, 'kay?"
"Oh, I will. I forgot to thank you for that." He smiled. "The thought is very much appreciated." he said gallantly, taking Angel's free hand and planting a gentlemanly kiss on the back of it. Angel smiled and Marton smoothly changed the subject, chatting about various things until they'd finished the meal and were sitting comfortably in the living area drinking their coffee. "I have something for you." he told Angel as she finished the story she was telling him about a card game she'd been involved in that had gone horribly, amusingly wrong. While he waited for her to respond, he thought about how much he was coming to like this girl, despite knowing what she'd done, knowing what she was capable of, he couldn't help but feel a strange sort of affection for her although it altered wariness not one iota, nor would he trust her in any great way. But still, he enjoyed her company, her quirky personality, in a way he'd never have suspected he could!
Angel sat up and clapped her hands together. "You got me something?" She asked laughing. "What?"
Marton reached into his pocket and handed Angel the gold debit card he'd ordered. "Here." he said with a small smile. "Knock yourself out!"
She looked down at the card in her hand, mouth gone suddenly dry. "Fuck Marton - I - I mean, wow Marton. This is - wow. Where can I use it? Just here at the Palace shops?" She looked up at him.
Marton shook his head. "No, the routine for the shops in here stands. That," he said, pointing to the card, "is for the shops in the Circle and for Lonegrans, Missive, and, I think, for Argus and Sons downtown."
"Damn, Lonegrans?" She blinked and then leaned up and hugged his neck, kissing him on the cheek. "Thanks. This is amazing. Maybe Bubba and I'll go check it out tomorrow. You need anything while we're out?" She asked laughing, holding the card up.
"Thank you, no." Marton chuckled, returning the hug briefly. "My wardrobe underwent a recent 'renovation', courtesy of Will. Most of it still has the tags on. But you get whatever you want, the limit's fairly high."
"Oh hell yeah, knew I liked Will. Maybe I'll take he and Guy shopping with me. Probably like herding monkeys though huh?" She tucked the card in her pocket, patting it lovingly before turning to him. "Hey want some coffee?"
