http://fratboybitch.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] fratboybitch.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhigh2010-11-24 10:32 pm

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!]

Re: Dinner [Thanksgiving 2010]

[identity profile] onapalebicycle.livejournal.com 2010-11-26 12:55 am (UTC)(link)
"Can I watch?" she asked. "I've never seen death by hat before."

She'd seen some weird deaths, in her time, so that was saying something.

Re: Dinner [Thanksgiving 2010]

[identity profile] onapalebicycle.livejournal.com 2010-11-26 01:04 am (UTC)(link)
George resisted the urge to point out exactly how morbid she was.

"Depends," George said. "So long as the distraction wouldn't keep me from watching, I think I'd be up for it."

Re: Dinner [Thanksgiving 2010]

[identity profile] onapalebicycle.livejournal.com 2010-11-26 01:28 am (UTC)(link)
"Okay," George decided. "Who's the target? I'll start a food fight nearby."

Little did she realized she'd be pulled into one (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomhigh/2679113.html?thread=171068745#t171068745) later, thanks to a sneak attack by her roommate. Maybe food fights were just inevitable.

Re: Dinner [Thanksgiving 2010]

[identity profile] onapalebicycle.livejournal.com 2010-11-26 01:37 am (UTC)(link)
George gave the outfit a once-over again, musing on their options.

"You know what you could do?" she said. "Go on about how offended you are to wear the costume of the settlers who exploited the land and killed off the native people. Talk about the smallpox blankets and insist you're, like, one-sixteenth Cherokee or some shit."

Although sheer honesty insisted that she tack on, "Not that I'm not still up for killing a guy with a hat."
Edited 2010-11-26 01:38 (UTC)

Re: Dinner [Thanksgiving 2010]

[identity profile] onapalebicycle.livejournal.com 2010-11-26 01:54 am (UTC)(link)
"Nah, then you tell him he sold out," George decided. "His ancestors are disappointed in his spirit and the way he's sodomizing their memories in order to make a buck off The Man."

She shrugged. "Or we do the hat thing. Probably easier."

Re: Dinner [Thanksgiving 2010]

[identity profile] onapalebicycle.livejournal.com 2010-11-26 02:09 am (UTC)(link)
She laughed, her face brightening.

"I do think I've made being a pain in the ass into an art form," she said. "Great way to get people to leave you alone."

Which was only a plus if you were insanely antisocial.

Re: Dinner [Thanksgiving 2010]

[identity profile] onapalebicycle.livejournal.com 2010-11-26 02:34 am (UTC)(link)
"The direct approach is underrated," George smiled. "I mean, fucking with people takes effort. Being a prick leaves you with so much more free time."

Re: Dinner [Thanksgiving 2010]

[identity profile] onapalebicycle.livejournal.com 2010-11-26 03:00 am (UTC)(link)
"You could stop hanging out with them," George suggested. "Are they the chirpy kind of people? I try glaring until they go away, but that doesn't always work."