Cafeteria | Afternoon | Thursday | November 25

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It was Thanksgiving Day. It was time for parades, football and food. Currently, Alex was leaning against one of the walls in the kitchen, watching the catering company set up for dinner. There was a shitload of food and his stomach growled just watching.

It was good to be president. He got to delegate everything.

When one of the caterers stepped forward and thrust a plastic wrapped garment bag in his hand, Alex frowned.

"What?"

"Outfits for the dinner," the caterer said. "The contract states that we make and you serve the food. No fulfillment of the contract, no food."

Confused, Alex unzipped the bag and peeked inside. The costume was not cool at all.

"Are you serious?" Alex asked, glaring. "No way!"

"No costumes," the caterer said, already signaling his workers to get ready to package the food up, "no food."

Alex continued glaring at the caterer and the costume. He hated his life.

[OCD is up and this is posted early for SP, of course!]

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Re: Dinner [Thanksgiving 2010]

[weetuskenraider]

"You can have ice cream later," Tahiri told the little orange kitten who, for the moment, was riding along in a sort of harness-pouch-thing she'd rigged up because the idea of Ben seeing all that food while he had kitten impulses was a little terrifying. "But you're kriffing well going to enjoy the rest of the menu too. And laugh at Alex with me."

Which, from her seat, from behind her well-stocked plate of food, she fully intended to do.