bakerstreet | rainy day meme.

rainy day meme.

Looks like the weather forecast was right; it's absolutely pouring! And most people are complaining about the sudden downpour. But forget those negative nellies! Just post a comment with your series name and character name as usual, as well as any other notes you wish to add, then pick a prompt and get started!

☂1. Hey! Rain!
Rain is just the BEST THING EVER, RIGHT?! Well, that's what you think and you're determined to have a good time. Either going for a walk or splashing through puddles or even just sitting around and getting wet, you're going to milk every second of this rain and drag your friends along for the ride.

☂2. FUCK YOU, RAIN.
Oh god, it's raining. This just completely ruins your day. Maybe you were planning to go shopping but the roads are still flooded up, or because the school closed thanks to the storm, you need to hire a last minute babysitter for your kids. Whatever the reason for it, you're not pleased about this rain and you don't care what anyone else thinks.

☂3. RAIN SIEGE
Oh lord, it looks like you're stuck inside. It's raining too hard for you to even think of leaving! Will you make a daring escape in a ridiculous raincoat or will you just give up and put on a DVD/Netflix?Hope you're stocked up on snacks and wine ;)

☂4. A WALK IN THE WEATHER
Nothing like the sound of rain beating against your umbrella, right? You don't really care either way about the chaos and even though it's chilly, the one thing you want to do today is head out for a walk in the rain and maybe grab a hot chocolate on the way back.

☂5. WILDCARD
Either combine any one of the above prompts or come up with your own scenario!

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It just went to show, Meredith thought, that she should just never bother with makeup, because anytime she put eyeliner on, something like this happened. Or she took an eye out, one of the two. She frowned distastefully at the sky - something she'd probably picked up from Säde, if they were honest about it, and dug out a tissue to start wiping the stuff off her face.

The miniskirt and heels weren't helping matters either.

"I thought you said Mike's was open by now," she said. "Or are we supposed to look like drowned rats so he takes pity and gives us a free round?"

"Hey, he was supposed to open at eight, because of a football game. He's a fan, I'm a fan. He was going to give me beer, I was going to consider paying for it." Greg said as he pounded on the door again. Looking back at her, though, he rolled his eyes just a little.

"What is it with girls and their 'the rain ruined my: insert whatever the hell you're trying to pimp today." Hair, eye-liner, shirts, shoes, purses, the list? It went on. And he had heard it a million times thanks to Leona. Usually she was crying over her shoes, though.

"Bite me, Matthews," Merry said as she ventured out from under the awning to toss the tissue in the trash. She dashed back under within seconds, even though it didn't provide much in the way of cover. "If I'm going to go to the effort of painting my face, I want the effect to stay put long enough that someone other than me can admire it." Specifically she'd been thinking of the ridiculously adorable Club of French extraction who she'd heard talking excitedly about the football game.

Which was also the reason for the skirt, not that she was saying as much.

"Don't make me point out all the ways you can be a fussy little bitch," she added. "We'll be here all night. If Mike shows up, he might give me free drinks to keep going."

"Hey, you are just jealous that I don't have to get dolled up to get laid, Merry Mary." He said, smirking a little before he kicked the door in annoyance. Well, damn, he thought. He really didn't want to miss the game, but it was looking to be very likely.

"What do I turn into a fussy little bitch about? And are you even allowed to use that word if you want to be a feminist? Because I sort of assume you do. You were raised by a woman who, literally, is the living embodiment of a feminist. With curves." And he'd totally sleep with her. Easily. Hands down, and without even the slightest hesitation. Maybe he would make Merry a baby sibling.

"I don't have to. It just happens faster when I do. Give me your jacket," she demanded before she just took it and hoofed it around the corner. Uncle Addy and Mike had always been friends, so she'd been in the back way a few times.

More to the point, she knew where Mike kept the spare key, and with Greg's jacket over her head, she leaned up to pull it out of the light over the door. She started to toss it over, and then paused, raising an eyebrow.

"As a feminist, I can reclaim the word bitch, bitch," she said, with a little smirk. "And honey, you are so not Mamma's type, not even a little bit."

"Did I say anything about being her type?" He asked, watching as she let the rain start to soak into his jacket. He was so not getting that back in good shape at all.

"And you still didn't tell me what makes me, the fabulous Gregory, a fussy bitch. I mean, really. I'm naturally perfect, so there isn't anything to get fussy about really." He said as she moved to the door with the key, handing his soaked jacket back. "You can't improve on perfection."

"Just don't want you to get your hopes up," Merry said as she tossed Greg his jacket and unlocked the door to the kitchen. Where had Mike gone off to, anyway? It was weird. "I think she likes dark hair anyway." God knew there were still enough people who argued that Meredith's mysterious father was Ethan, the deceased former Ace of Spades.

"Mm," she said as she looked behind her at him, looking him up and down. "Well, you are pretty. But you about had a screaming fit the last time I touched your computer. Let's not even start on the last time we played any games. I swear, can you even get anyone else to play with you?" She doubted it, she thought as she leaned up to switch on the tv.

"Pick tonight's poison," she added, though. "As long as it isn't vodka this time."

"It's called hair dye, babe." He said, shaking his jacket out before he followed her into the pub and hung it up. Whatever had Greg tied up, he probably wouldn't mind them invading. Probably. And honestly? At least Meredith had some idea who her dad might be.

"Hey, my computer is more than a computer it is my job. So, come on. You can't blame me. Also, plenty of people still play games....they just don't win. Unless it is my mother." Who was pretty amazing at games in general.

Moving to the bar, though, he picked through the bottles until he stopped on Sailor Jerry. Nothing like spiced rum, he thought. "Straight of mixed, sugar?"

"Rum and Coke for me," Merry said as she hopped down and moved to a barstool. She flipped back her damp hair and gave the door a look. "Do you think we should call Mike to see where he is?" She asked.

Avery had raised Meredith to be a lot of things: strong, independent, confident. Nice girl had made the list, too.

One rum and coke for the lady, he thought as he found a glass and dropped ice in. He poured the rum and squirted the coke at the same time, watching as the fluids mixed until the glass was full. Sliding over he rolled his eyes. "Nah, he's just sleeping or some shit. Who knows." But Greg wasn't particularly concerned as he debated with himself on how he should take the rum. He wouldn't mind it straight, but he got looks for that.

Waiting for Merry to turn back to the game, he dropped ice in a taller glass and filled most of it with the golden rum before adding just enough coke to give it a little color. At least it would look like he'd made the same drink.

"Why, what's your worry?"

"It's just weird, that's all," Merry said. She leaned her chin on her hand and focused on the tv. She was pretty sharp; she knew that Greg's drinks were always 95% alcohol and 5% mixer for appearances - and that was at best. She didn't really know how to say anything about it. "I mean, how many years has he run this place? You'd think he wouldn't sleep through opening time."

But maybe he figured only crazy people would be out in this. At least half of them counted, she thought as the Munich team warmed up for the game against Wolfsburg. "I'm just worried I'm going to have to make my own burger, because we all know you're useless in the kitchen and that Mamma's number one rule was that any independent adult knows how to feed herself." Extremely well, though honestly, Merry usually just made herself whatever was on hand. She didn't have the passion for food.

"Yeah, but it is pouring, and who knows." Mike would roll in eventually, until then? Totally free drinks. His favorite kind, because his pay check would stay his. "And why do you always assume I don't know how to cook? Just because I'm not some fancy cook, does not mean I cannot make edible food."

Which was very important to point out, he thought as he moved around the bar to sit on a stool and watch the game. But then the bell rang as Mike stepped into the pub. "Let yourselves in, I see." He commented, rolling his eyes a little. "That's illegal you know. Insane either of you wondered." But he only smiled at them before started back into the back room.

"I found Mike," he said, to Merry.

The free drinks weren't lasting long, Merry thought as she swiveled in her stool. "Hey, you told me where the key was," she said pertly as she took a drink of her rum and coke. "I think that will totally count in our defense."

Mike just snorted from the kitchen, where he was firing up the stove. "Are you two eating or just drinking?" He called, and Merry glanced at Greg. Greg didn't, she thought, usually want something soaking up his alcohol, but she shrugged. "I want wings and onion rings," she said. "The really hot sauce, too."

"I'll take some wings," Greg said, his eyes not leaving the game for a few long minutes before he looked back at Merry. "Why are you giving me that look?" He asked, though he could have probably suspected. Given his history maybe he shouldn't have been surprised.

"Anything interesting in your social life, Mer?" He asked, turning his attention back to the game without trying to look too obvious about changing the subject.

Meredith shrugged. They both knew what the look was for, just like they both knew she didn't usually end up saying anything about it. What could she really say, anyway? Greg usually had a defense ready for any comment anyone was likely to make.

"Nope," she said. "I think Uncle Addy and Uncle Cadogan are convinced my social life is way more exciting than it is, though. Right now the dating drought is in danger of becoming the Sahara or something. Absolutely no wild sex happening." Which honestly, was just really sad.

"Hey, my bed is always free." Though Cadogan and Addy would have fits all for their own reasons. Sometimes he suspected they didn't like him nearly as much as they liked his mother. Whatever, though, their loss.

"I'm always down for wild sex happenings. Doing it with a friend just makes it easier to get a little freaky." He grinned and winked at her before he polished off his tumbler and reached around to grab the bottle again.

"Well, you are pretty," Merry said, giving him a half-amused, half-critical look over the rim of her rum and coke. She didn't think the uncles disliked Greg, exactly. It was more that they'd given up the fight on keeping him out of trouble, and seemed to be focused making sure she didn't get dragged along with it.

Sometimes, though, she got so tired of being good and responsible. Not most of the time - mostly she thought it took way too much effort to wander into as much shit as Greg and Gwawr did - but sometimes she just twitched to do something wild. That came from her mother's side, she was sure, no matter who her dad was.

"Your tits are pathetic, but I suppose I could make an exception if you're really good." She raised her brows as Mike dumped wings in front of them with a put-upon sigh. "Do you think Mike's ears can take you telling me how good you are?"

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