Cafeteria | Afternoon | Thursday | November 25

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

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]

[give-areason.livejournal.com]

"I, at least, would not be wearing that."

And if he wanted her to wear it, well--not happening.

Re: Dinner [Thanksgiving 2010]

[need-no-moon.livejournal.com]

Jake munched on a bit of turkey as he considered the outfit. "Shame, you'd look cute."

Oh yes, he was ready to duck.

Re: Dinner [Thanksgiving 2010]

[give-areason.livejournal.com]

Duck?

Ducking would do little as she hooked her ankle around one of his chair legs and pulled in hopes of knocking it off balance enough that he'd fall out of the chair.

Hopefully.

"It would suit you better."

Re: Dinner [Thanksgiving 2010]

[need-no-moon.livejournal.com]

And now he was going to have to wonder exactly how strong she was as his chair wobbled and he was leaning back enough to upset its balance even more. If he hadn't been who he was, that probably would have worked but his reflexes kicked in and he managed to plant his feet firmly on the ground before he did go down.

"Are you trying to start a war here?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at her but he was obviously amused. "Maybe someone forgot to explain the whole purpose of Thanksgiving?"

Re: Dinner [Thanksgiving 2010]

[give-areason.livejournal.com]

Rosalind wasn't sulking. Truly. Just ignore the glare she gave his chair before loftily eating a bit of stuffing.

"The name isn't hard to understand," she said dryly. "And knocking you over would hardly start a war."

[Okay! \o/ NOM NOM NOM!]

Re: Dinner [Thanksgiving 2010]

[need-no-moon.livejournal.com]

"Are you sure?" he asked, grabbing his fork up again from where he'd let it fall on the table and he poked at his mashed potatoes. "There's enough ammo for a food fight."

Re: Dinner [Thanksgiving 2010]

[give-areason.livejournal.com]

"I strongly advise you against that course of action," Rosalind informed him. "It would be a waste of good food."

Re: Dinner [Thanksgiving 2010]

[need-no-moon.livejournal.com]

"True," he was just going to eat the potatoes because otherwise it would be a waste. "And yeah, I know I look good in anything."

Re: Dinner [Thanksgiving 2010]

[give-areason.livejournal.com]

"Such ego," she retorted. "Must make it hard to get your head through doors."

Re: Dinner [Thanksgiving 2010]

[need-no-moon.livejournal.com]

"Well yeah," Jake admitted, failing to look sorry at all. "I can't help it. The doors are way too low."

Come on, she'd made that too easy.

Re: Dinner [Thanksgiving 2010]

[give-areason.livejournal.com]

"Perhaps you should be cut down to size," Rosalind mused. "I'm sure we could think of a way."

Re: Dinner [Thanksgiving 2010]

[need-no-moon.livejournal.com]

"It doesn't make buying clothes easy," he mused. As if he wasn't still going around in t-shirts in fucking November. "It's got advantages, though. Like I can be annoying and tower over people."

Re: Dinner [Thanksgiving 2010]

[give-areason.livejournal.com]

"Are you correlating the ability to be irritating to size?" Rosalind looked vaguely amused. "Then, truly, you are."

Re: Dinner [Thanksgiving 2010]

[need-no-moon.livejournal.com]

"Nah," he shook his head. "That's just you. Everyone else loves me. You just have to be difficult like always."

He? He was never difficult. Ever.

Re: Dinner [Thanksgiving 2010]

[give-areason.livejournal.com]

"I highly doubt you are universally loved," she drawled.

Re: Dinner [Thanksgiving 2010]

[need-no-moon.livejournal.com]

"Well, leeches then not to be but then that's just them being jealous," he said easily. "So really, you can say thanks for being able to know me."

Re: Dinner [Thanksgiving 2010]

[give-areason.livejournal.com]

"But what if I'm not thankful for it?" she teased.

Re: Dinner [Thanksgiving 2010]

[need-no-moon.livejournal.com]

"Ungrateful," he said, faking a cough. "So is there anything like this back home? Or do you not do holidays?"

Re: Dinner [Thanksgiving 2010]

[give-areason.livejournal.com]

"We have the tree lighting ceremony," she said, after a moment's thought. "But that's about it, truly."

Re: Dinner [Thanksgiving 2010]

[need-no-moon.livejournal.com]

"So like Christmas?" he asked. "I suppose it wouldn't be as much like Christmas as it'd be Midwinter? I don't think I remember you mentioning religion."

Re: Dinner [Thanksgiving 2010]

[give-areason.livejournal.com]

"There's gods and goddesses," she replied, "but not much worship of them for the most part."

Rosalind shook her head. "It's not really to--signify anything. A generous gesture on ShinRa's part, perhaps, but nothing..."

Re: Dinner [Thanksgiving 2010]

[need-no-moon.livejournal.com]

He nodded. "So you just light the tree and don't do much else? Or do you give presents to each other and things like that?"