I imagined Brian's Mom to be an eyesore, but she isn't.
The middle aged woman chilling on the couch is rather beautiful. She's wearing perfect make-up at this hour of the night, and she's dressed to kill.
Her facial expression, however, is a different thing altogether. She's staring me down like I'm some sort of vermin.
"Partied a little too hard?" That's the first thing she says to me.
"A little." I stretch my hand to her. "Nice to meet you."
"What's nice about any of this?"
Oh well..
I step away, nodding at Brian who is quietly watching us.
"I'm gonna go upstairs if that's okay."
I doubt this is the perfect setup to meet his mother. The vodka has already kicked in, and that's not a good thing at all. I'm not known for being the smartest pea in the pod when I'm tipsy.
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