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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!]
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!]

Re: Dinner [Thanksgiving 2010]
Re: Dinner [Thanksgiving 2010]
At the rate he was going, considering the fact that he didn't eat, he'd have enough ammunition to at least keep him going for a minute or three.
//No, th'last thing I want is to see you making a sad face,// Jonothon agreed, readying his own spoonful of mashed potatoes and then looking around the room for a target of his own...
Ah, perfect.
Re: Dinner [Thanksgiving 2010]
Re: Dinner [Thanksgiving 2010]
... Which would be kind of amusing, so sue him.
Re: Dinner [Thanksgiving 2010]
Re: Dinner [Thanksgiving 2010]
Brightly-coloured tights were a completely different matter entirely.