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]

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Turkey... Possibly his aunt Mabel's." It was one of those little anecdotes brought out every time they had a meal like this and Effy didn't ask questions when he did that sort of thing, it led nowhere good.

"Apparently, thigh is the least dirty part of a bird he can think to ask for," she elaborated after a moment.

Re: Dinner [Thanksgiving 2010]

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"What, really?" Alex asked, snickering. "Ask for a wing. Or a drumstick. I can see breast if she's all shy and shit but come on."

Re: Dinner [Thanksgiving 2010]

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"I never said he made sense." In fact, her dad rarely used the sort of logic most earth people did. "He's a moron." Aside from her language use, she didn't take after him an awful lot. Thank fucking god.

"Made a dinner game betting what he'd swear over longest." Maybe he knew what he got baited into, but usually not before he was deep in enough not to be able to back out.

Re: Dinner [Thanksgiving 2010]

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Did you win?" Alex asked, curious. "What'd he swear over longest?"

Her traditions might have been twisted but at least she had some.

Re: Dinner [Thanksgiving 2010]

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Usually the fucking bollocking wankshite twat of a turkey, funnily enough," she answered. Because one curse was never enough when you were mangling your wife's cooking. "Either that or shitty TV." Which no doubt he had an equally colourful opinion on.

"And I won a lot." Or so she'd tell people while Tony wasn't around to argue his corner.

Re: Dinner [Thanksgiving 2010]

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"You win anything good or just the ability to brag?" Alex asked, guessing both would suit her.

Re: Dinner [Thanksgiving 2010]

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Rights to be smug?" Bragging was putting in that bit too much effort to be her style. She shrugged. "Made dinner a little more interesting." That improved things for both of them.

Re: Dinner [Thanksgiving 2010]

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"That mean you're gonna go back this Christmas and celebrate?" Alex wondered.

Re: Dinner [Thanksgiving 2010]

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Something like that. Make sure my mum puts down her eggnog at the right time." Or at least didn't mix it with anything else and pass out with her cigarette still lit. That was easily a possibility. "She's not a big fan of Christmas these days." And tended to deal with that with booze.

Effy did in fact take after one of her parents in certain ways, much as she loved to deny they were anything alike.

"She wants to see me. Been a little too long."

Re: Dinner [Thanksgiving 2010]

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Huh. Might be a fun time," Alex said, shrugging. "I'll be here. My mom won't realize anything's happening and my brother and sister will be with their other families."

Re: Dinner [Thanksgiving 2010]

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy huffed a wry breath. "Welcome to come back with me if you want," she offered. "Not like she'll care if I have a friend around." Might not even really notice.

"She just spent best part of two months screwing some Italian. Might be in a better mood after that." Less man-hating, at least. Maybe more depressed at having to leave said Italian in Italy.

Re: Dinner [Thanksgiving 2010]

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"You really think bringing me home with you isn't going to send her right back into man hating?" Alex wondered, amused.

Re: Dinner [Thanksgiving 2010]

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Would probably depend what you said to her," Effy allowed.

Even then, considering the man she'd married... At least she was used to difficult?

Re: Dinner [Thanksgiving 2010]

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Well, if I was on my best behavior, you'd get bored," Alex pointed out, smirking. "That'd be too goody two shoes for you."

Re: Dinner [Thanksgiving 2010]

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy smirked. "You say that... My parents have always figured I was a good girl." Or at least, blamed any rebellion on her brother. Her dad had been known to temper his language around her delicate ears, even. "Baby of the family and all."

"Tony's the troublemaker. A bad influence on me." She was quiet. How could she possibly be capable of making her own trouble?

Re: Dinner [Thanksgiving 2010]

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Your brother didn't seem so bad when I met him," Alex said, shrugging and looking amused. "You sure he's the troublemaker? He's not here right now and you're still a troublemaker."

Re: Dinner [Thanksgiving 2010]

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Well, yes, she was. "He used to be. I've just... picked up his slack." She rebelled in a slightly less obvious way. That was the trouble.

... And, well, when she'd been in Bristol, she'd always had him to come and rescue her if shit went wrong. So her parents rarely found out, and when they did, Tony was there.

Re: Dinner [Thanksgiving 2010]

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"If he's not getting in trouble anymore, does that mean you're gonna go all saintly and angelic too?" Alex asked, unable to resist teasing.

Re: Dinner [Thanksgiving 2010]

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Already not been thrown out of anywhere lately?" No sex on desks, no helping to start riots, no getting arrested. Sad, really. Seventeen and she was already appearing to be calming down.

"Maybe I am." Somehow that still wasn't that convincing. Saintly and angelic would never last long with her.

Re: Dinner [Thanksgiving 2010]

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Aww. That is adorable," Alex said, eyes wide. "I didn't know you had it in you. Guess I've been proven wrong."

Re: Dinner [Thanksgiving 2010]

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy hummed some vague agreement. "You must be a better influence on me, huh?"

Re: Dinner [Thanksgiving 2010]

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"That's like saying I'm angelic too," Alex said and made a face. "You calling me nice?"

Re: Dinner [Thanksgiving 2010]

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy grinned, in that way that you know the next thing that came from her mouth would be a lie. "Of course not. Couldn't be nice if your life depended on it, right?"

Re: Dinner [Thanksgiving 2010]

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Nope. I'm not a nerd like you are," Alex said, smirking. "I wish I could emulate you but...nah. That'd just be boring and I leave that to you."

[Mwahahahaha! Night!]

Re: Dinner [Thanksgiving 2010]

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"So what's the last really rebellious thing you've done?" she had to ask.