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!]

Comments

Re: Dinner [Thanksgiving 2010]

[seaweed-demigod.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, I doubt Nico believes me and I don't see Kitty enough to really gauge what she thinks," Percy said, shrugging. "They still don't know of your oh so impressive skills, Luke."

Re: Dinner [Thanksgiving 2010]

[trickydemigod.livejournal.com]

"Oh that's all right. They don't have to know, I suppose," Luke said. "Just so long as you're still impressed with my skills."

Re: Dinner [Thanksgiving 2010]

[seaweed-demigod.livejournal.com]

"You'll never hear me admit that," Percy said with a snicker. "Never ever ever."