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!]
longislandiceme: (grin)

Re: Dinner [Thanksgiving 2010]

[personal profile] longislandiceme 2010-11-26 04:08 am (UTC)(link)
"What?" Bobby grinned at her. "Food fights are an important part of the holiday." At least, insofar as the way Bobby celebrated it, at any rate.

Re: Dinner [Thanksgiving 2010]

[identity profile] brat-intraining.livejournal.com 2010-11-26 04:54 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh, yeah? Damn," Kennedy drawled with a slow, rapidly-turning-evil grin, "I've been missing out."

Not that she hadn't been severely tempted to try it the several Thanksgivings before Fandom, just to annoy her stepmother, but soooooooo not worth that pain in the ass.