OOC: fastfoward to Casa de la Shade.

The cab pulls up to a huge, almost mansion-like house. "My parents are neuro scientists..." Nichole explains as she rolls her eyes and sighs at the expansive house.

"Thank you," Nichole says quietly as she get out. She stares at the house and sighs and then turns to hug Sam. "Thank you for doing this for me," she says quietly, and then heads towards the door. She knocks on the door with the door knockers (ooc: WHAT KNOCKERS!) and waits. A older black woman in an apron and long blue dress opens the door.

"Oh, hello there, Miss. Nichole!" She says happily.

Nichole smiles and hugs her. "Hi, Barbara," She says back. "This is my boyfriend, Sam."

"Well, its very nice to meet you, Mr. Sam," Barbara says, reaching out and hugging him.

"Barbara has worked for my family since before I was born," Nichole explains to Sam, and then turns back to Barbara. "Are my parents home?"

"Oh, surely," Barbara says back, and then leads them to a huge library where a couple in their mid-fifties sit in front of a fire, reading over papers. Both of them have salt and pepper hair, but look really good for their age.

"Hey, mom. Hey, dad," Nichole calls out as she prances in. "I brought my boyfriend."

They both look up and smile. Even though they didn't expect their daughter, neither one of them seem surprised that she showed up. Her mother turns to Sam, and holds out her hand to him. "Hello, Sam," she says in a deep, flowing voice similar to Nichole's. "I'm Nichole's mother, Marie. This is my husband, Michael." She motions to her husband, who barely looks up from the document he's reading to acknowledge any of them.

Marie reaches for a small bowl of fruit sitting on the table and offers it to Nichole and Sam. "Nichole tells me you're also in the music business," she says as Nichole takes an apple from the bowl and starts crunching into it. "Tell me, what do you do?"

Marie shakes her head as she puts the bowl back down. "No, I'm afraid I haven't."

"They're a death metal band," Nichole chimes in, looking up from a globe standing in the corner.

"Oh, my..."

Nichole seems amused by her mother's reaction, giggling as she takes another bite.

OOC: It's probably one of my favorite lines in Young Frankenstein, I won't lie.

Nichole looks at Sam and smiles, blowing him a kiss.

"And you would be the man that impregnated my daughter, right?" Michael starts, putting down the paper he was reading and looking Sam straight in the eye.

Nichole can't help but giggle at how adorable Sam is. She walks over to him and slips her hand into his. "Don't worry, daddy. It's all going to work out."

"You are planning on getting married, of course?" Marie asks delicately.

Nichole nods and smile. Marie seems happy with that answer, Michael still seems pissy, but pacified. Barbara walks in with a plate full of peanut butter and banana sandwiches. "Barb! My favorite!" Nichole cries as she rushes over and hugs the woman.

Michael stands up and walks over to a small box, pulling out a cigar. "You want one, Sam?" He asks, holding out another one to him.

Once again, Marie looks happy with that answer while Michael looks pissed. "What about some scotch?" He asks motioning towards a glass bottle of it.

Nichole walks back over to Sam, two sandwiches in her hand, and hands on to him. "He doesn't drink either, daddy. He's a good influence on me."