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Cafeteria | Afternoon | Thursday | November 25

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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"So don't complain about alleged drooling," Percy said, making a face. "I don't drool, though. Liar."

"You do too," Luke argued, sounding a bit muffled due to the mouthful of pie.

"Why are you awake to watch this alleged drooling?" Percy asked, frowning. "You don't sleep?"

"Why are you awake to watch the alleged snoring?" Luke countered.

"I asked first, jerk," Percy said, pulling that immature trick out because he could.

Luke shrugged. "I wake up sometimes and notice the giant pile of drool next to your face."

"And your loud snoring wakes me up sometimes," Percy replied, shaking his head. "I still think you're lying. I don't drool."

"Fine, be in denial," Luke said. "I don't care so long as you don't drool on me."

"I never knew you were such a complainer, Luke," Percy joked, digging into his stuffing now. "Whine whine whine."

"Oh is Thanksgiving not about complaining?" Luke asked. "I always get that backwards."

"I dunno, it was kind of typical in my house," Percy said, shrugging. "Gabe complained about anything and everything. Didn't matter if it was Thanksgiving or not."

"Okay, that sucks," Luke said, looking sympathetic. "And I was kidding. I've never done Thanksgiving before, but I've seen enough movies to know what it's about."

"So, what're you thankful for?" Percy asked, smiling a little. "Hair gel?"

"You're hilarious," Luke said, rolling his eyes. "I dunno what I'm thankful for, I haven't really thought about it."

The food aspect of Thanksgiving had sort of caught all of his attention.

"You don't know what you're thankful for?" Percy repeated, shaking his head. "You could have just said the food, you know. Obviously, your brain is not working."

"Food is such a lame answer though," he said. "My brain is working fine, thank you. I'm sure if I felt like it I could come up with a better answer. But I don't feel like it."

"Because you can't," Percy retorted, smirking. "Because your brain isn't working. It's been drowned in gravy."

"Fine, what are you thankful for then?" Luke asked. "You must have a better answer since, clearly, your brain is working better than mine."

"Thankful for my mom," Percy said, shrugging. That was an easy one. "Thankful this place has a beach. It makes the whole powers thing a little easier."

Yes, he was going to just show Luke up, if he could.

"Impressed?"

"Not impressed," he said. "But I will allow that you can come up with more answers than I can."

"Because my brain works." So there. "I could come up with a laundry list of things and you still wouldn't be impressed because you're contrary."

Luke shook his head and picked up a roll. "Maybe I'm just not impressed easily."

"And you're contrary," Percy said and knocked his shoulder against Luke's. "You argue because you like to argue. Big nosed jerk."

"I only argue with you," Luke said, smirking. "Mostly 'cause you look cute when you get all pissy and frustrated."

"Shut up," Percy said, shoving his shoulder lightly, "before I smear mashed potatoes in your hair."

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