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Park, Thursday Morning

With graduation this weekend, the school expected most of the graduation guests to begin arriving today. So, to make sure they felt welcomed, the student council had set up a small gathering in the park where the guests could arrive, mingle and relax before heading off with their guests and friends.

There were finger foods on a long table and nametags on the table beside it. Chairs were set out for people to sit and talk if they so wanted.

It was time to get graduation weekend rolling!

[This is just a tiny mingling posts for all grad guests, alums, expats, students, teachers and townies to meet up and talk a little. There's going to be a garage sale later and we encourage you all to go to that as well!]

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Annette continued to eye the boy. He was sweet if she had to label him. Tall too. Easy on the eyes.

"Ain't you a real doll. He's a doll, Amber. You should keep him. Come here and give ma a hug." She opened her arms.

Amber was beaming at Liir. She hadn't even really heard her ma.

He looked to Amber for a quick reassurance that this was all right before leaning forward to pull her into a hug. He was rather good at hugging, really, so hopefully he'd pass muster.

Annette wouldn't care if Amber minded. She latched onto the boy and hugged him tight, careful of her hook. That's when she asked, "You sleepin' with my girl, Liir?"

He'd seen that coming, mostly from the way Amber had mentioned her mother. His whisper in reply was simple and soft.

"We both sleep better together than alone."

Let her take from it what she wanted. It was the truth and, to him, the most important thing.

He pulled back with a small smile at Annette.

Amber wasn't sure she understood the look her ma was giving Liir when she pulled away from him, but she smiled and nodded, so all seemed okay.

"So, yay! We're together and happy and I'm graduating ma!" She couldn't decide if she was happy or sad and reached for Liir's hand to hold. She needed the comfort oh my god.

"Yah, I know it monkey. Just as long as you're not graduating pregnant, for chrissake."

Liir looked almost stricken before shaking his head, even more pale than usual.

"I'd never do something to harm Amber's chances at a good future," he said firmly. She could take what she liked from that as well.

Amber was so red, so embarrassed. Liir was going to hate her family. Not want to have anything to do with her anymore.

"Ma," she hissed. "Stop it."

"See that you don't," Annette said to Liir.

Then she smiled. "Ah, pipe down, Amber. I'm just doin' what mothers do best. You're eighteen today - happy birthday, monkey - and that's like tellin' the world you're free." Or something.

"Liir, you're family ain't carnies, are they?"

Liir gave Amber's hand a light squeeze, leaned over to kiss her cheek, and whispered "It's all right; she's just worried about you" before leaning back.

"No. My mother was a Witch and my father was a tribal Prince. I'm reasonably sure neither of those would be considered 'carnies'. In fact, I'm reasonably sure we don't even have 'carnies' where I come from."

Then he blinked.

"Oh, and happy Birthday, Amber. Your, er, present and such is back at the room."

She could argue that 'worried about you', because her ma had a weird way of showing it. She clung to his hand.

"Thank you, Liir. We'll head back there is just a little while, okay?"

"You're a prince?" Annette wasn't entirely bright. But in her book prince equaled rich. That was important.

Shit.

"Officially, yes."

He shared a glance at Amber before he made a quick decision.

He'd be honest.

"Officially, I stand to govern nearly half of the country I come from."

Amber knew the truth, of course. At least, he was reasonably sure she did. And it wasn't as if he was lying.

And if it sounded good to her mother, made her think of him well, then it was a 'lie' well told.

"Though I would appreciate your discretion."

He wasn't insane, however.

Amber stared at Liir. She knew about the prince part, she didn't know about the govering nearly half the country, what?!

She was so not worthy, oh my god.

Only officially oh sweet Lurline, not in reality! How well was 'I was homeless before I came here and before that, I worked for my mother, the crazy monkey-loving terrorist!' going to sound, after all?

He gave Amber a 'calm down, please, I'll explain' look before smiling at Annette.

"Goddamn! Way to pick 'em Amber. Her last boyfriend? Somethin' just wasn't quite right about that boy. I suppose he was nice enough, though."

She grinned wide. "This calls for a drink! And hell, you bein' a prince and all, I might not care if ya knock up my daughter! Hah! Least we'll be taken care of!"

Yep, she included herself in there.

Oh yes, he thought to himself morosely, because that had worked out so well for Sarima. And his mother, of course.

"I'll treat, if they aren't complimentary," he said delicately. After all, it would be a small price to pay to see her drunk and hopefully occupied.

He turned and gave Amber a small smile, partially begging for forgiveness and partially wondering if he'd done the right thing.

Amber seriously just wished the ground would open her up and swallow her whole.

But she smiled, even if her lips felt like they were trembling to keep it in place.

She looked at Liir, apologized with her eyes.

He shook his head minutely, to tell her she had nothing to apologize for, and squeezed his hand.

"I do want to go bring Amber off to one of her birthday surprises," he lied quickly, "so if you don't mind us flitting off?"

He reached into his bag and pulled out a decent sized bill. Judging by what it'd cost to buy drinks the few times he had, he figured it would cover things.

"Take this for your drinks, ma'am. It was very nice to meet you."

Annette sidled up to Liir, linked her arm through his, and grinned wide. "Aren't you just nummy. I could eat him up, Amber. Have you proposed yet? Amber? He propose yet? Make it happen, monkey. Make mama proud." She did accept the money and stepped back, chuckling.

"I always knew Amber would do well for herself. You two run along. Have fun. Bye!"

He smiled hopefully at Amber and pulled her off to try and explain things away from her mother.

"I hope you don't--- you realize I was painting the rosiest picture possible for your mother, don't you?"

"I think so?" Her head hurt. She rubbed her temple.

"I'm so sorry, Liir, for her. I know how she is and I should have warned you better."

He reached out and stroked her cheek with his hand.

"Your mother was fine. I only got worried when I saw you upset. The whole... I didn't want to tell her I came here a homeless orphan, and it is the truth. It's just not anything close to reality, of course. You know me. You know how things stand back home."

He breathed out.

"I was hoping she'd calm down and stop bothering you about me if I said something impressive. I'm sorry if I upset you."

She tilted her face into the touch of his hand.

"I was only upset because she kept embarrassing me by her awful, personal questions. I mean, this is the woman who told me if I take my top off, make sure I get the money first. I should have known. And... and if you don't want any part of me, because of her... I'd understand. You have nothing to be sorry for."

Amber love her ma, but sometimes she was just ashamed.

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