A Case of Mistaken Identity {Drew}

[Melisande Theroux]

Melisande giggled as he spoke, and looked up at him, those cherub cheeks ever-present as she smiled brightly. "Thang," she repeated, mimicking his twang. "You know, when you get mad, you're almost hard to understand because your voice gets so country I can't tell what you're trying to say," she teased, poking him lightly - very lightly. She didn't want to bruise anything.

"I guess I'm no better, though," she laughed. "Even though I grew up clear across the country, I can still sound like I'm from Stanton Island if you put me in the right company for long enough. I bet if your parents ever meet me, I'll get to hear you relay to me how strange my accent sounds," she remarked playfully.

Ooh. She hadn't even thought about that. Parents. And meeting them. Oh, crap - and brothers. She winced to herself, gritting her teeth. She figured they probably wouldn't appreciate a girlfriend that had only been in the picture for a few short months suddenly becoming a more permanent fixture - or at least, knowing that their son was considering it.

"I hope they like me, whenever we do meet," she added. She frowned. If it wasn't the supernatural end of things, it was the normal end that worried her.

[Drew Richardson]

When she picked on his accent and poked him, he considered to drastically different options.  He could drop into the absolute most country and impossible to decipher accent that he could manage, or he could do the exact opposite, and mimic any of the two or so dozen accents he had in his mental collection.  He only had to hear it to remember it, so he had plenty of options. 

He couldn't decide which 'flavor' was best, so he went with neutral.  He could pull off that 'mid-western non-accent' as well as any newscaster.  "Well, if it really matters, I could certainly fix that little problem for you," he told her, smirking ever so slightly by the end.  She'd only ever heard him talk with that hick southern accent, just like Wes (at least, where English was concerned, since Wes had heard him spout some Spanish at a Puerto Rican woman who was screaming at them once), so he knew it'd be a little strange.  Josh had heard him play chameleon with his accent, so his best friend wasn't as thrown off by it. 

"I'm sure there ain't gonna be a problem 'bout them likin' you, so don' be worryin' 'bout that," he assured her, relaxing his throat again and just talking comfortable.  Sounding Northern involved too much enunciation. 

[Melisande Theroux]

His reassurance was all she really needed for the moment. If they ever decided to take a drive or a flight over to see them, however, things would probably change pretty drastically. Melisande was a typical nice girl, which meant she worried about those things - people liking her and whatnot. It was strange, considering her place of employment, but it was just who she was.

She gave him a little slap when he tried to speak 'normal'. "I can do that too," she said, "but it's not as funny." She smiled and pursed her lips together for a moment, and then a huge grin spread across her face. "I can't wait to rat you out to Wesley. He's going to laugh so hard he'll probably sprain something. Really, could you ever see me with anyone else? I mean, look how cute we are," she said, squishing her face next to his and holding her hands up like a little picture frame.

"We could totally be one of those annoying Myspace couples," she informed him, a devious sort of twinkle in her eye. When Melisande got ahold of a camera, nobody was safe. Nobody.