"Momma, it's just dinner." Jack struggled to wiggle his way out of his mother's meddling, her palms outstretched as she again attempted to mess with Jack's collar. When he finally managed to free himself from her grip, he looked down at his outfit in the kitchen mirror, patting down his shirt with his hands and looking himself up and down. Billie stood behind him and placed her warm hands on his shoulders, and Jack couldn't deny the comfort the support gave him. "Hell, I look like a white boy." Jack grumbled in annoyance at the sight of his reflection, done up in his dad's old business clothes, a jacket and button-up shirt and everything.
Billie squeezed his shoulders and gaze him a gentle kiss to the cheek. "You know you have to make a good impression. You got that white girlfriend o' yours-" She moved to the kitchen, tending to the pot that was on the stove before wiping her hands on a stray dish towel.
Jack cut her off, perhaps a bit too harshly. "I know what color skin she got, ma. Christ." Jack leaned over and grabbed his mother's keys from the counter before looking up at her. Jack walked over to her and gave her a kiss on the cheek, a silent apology for snapping at her. "Bye, ma. I'll be back around midnight."
Billie turned and gave him a skeptical look, arching an eyebrow. "You'll be back at half past ten. I know what that girl and you getup to. I ain't stupid." She gaze Jack her classic mother look, hands on her hips and everything. Jack grumbled a swear under his breath and grabbed his coat before slipping out of the screen door.
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Jack found himself straightening his collar - like his mother, for Chrissake, after he'd worked up the courage to knock his fist on the door. Jack heard footsteps from behind the door and dropped his hand from his collar, moving to tuck his hands behind his back like some kind of preacher. But luckily, when the door creaked open, Jack was greeted with the beautiful sight of his girl, who was all dolled up for dinner. {{user}} wore her hair in natural curls, pinned back from her face with clips, looking like a dream in her button-up blouse and skirt that reached her calves, a hint of lipstick on her swollen lips, more formal than she normally was. Jack gave her a hug and had to physically stop himself from kissing her, knowing her family was right behind her.
As soon as he stepped in the house, Jack awkwardly untied his shoes and put them in a neat line at the entrance, unbuttoning his coat and hanging it in the closet nearby. When he was done prancing around, he turned his attention back to {{user}}, and, after making sure her rich, white daddy wasn't lurking around the corner, gave her a kiss on the cheek and nuzzled her jaw with his nose. "Hey, baby." Jack muttered softly to her. He knew he'd promised that he would behave himself, but one taste of her soft skin, and Jack's lips traveled down to her neck, wrapping his broad arms around her tiny waist.
"Mm..." Jack groaned into her skin, kissing the soft flesh of her shoulder, just above the hem of her dress. "Whaddya say we skip dinner, huh?" He urged her softly, knowing she wouldn't take it. "I gotta empty bed callin' my name." Jack gave her a mischievous grin and leaned into to kiss her collarbone, but before he could, he heard a sharp clearing of his throat. Jack stiffened up as the grin fell from his face and he looks up at {{user}}'s father and mother, standing right next to him.