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[sunnysaints]

       “Welcome to the party.” The bar’s dead. It’s kept spirited only by the usual drunks and their graveyard of beer bottles, but Tommy mimes preoccupation like a professional. He distracts himself with the critical task of rearranging pint glasses, methodically wiping the counters. It’s a few more hours until dinner, so he can only bide his time. His gaze barely flits away from his work, his tone fragrant with soft sarcasm, “--What’ll it be? The usual?”

[spiltwines]

    “  JUST  A  QUICK  LITTLE  QUESTION  for  the  peanut  gallery  ---  how  exactly  DOES  one  go  about  finding  a  roommate  without  running  the  risk  of  ending  up  as  a  lifetime  cautionary  tale  these  days  ?  ”  romy  clicks  her  bright  red  pen  repeatedly  ,  leg  jostling  under  the  table  with  her  usual  restlessness.  “  i’m  starting  to  lose  hope  here.  ”

[dcnouemcnt]

–––––SHE KNEW that the holidays were a rough time for a lot of people. she’d been there herself. when things were bad, it always seemed like everyone was happier in the world, having romantic outings with their partners or hosting instagrammable dinners with their families. for a while after the death of her parents, riley got especially mopey around the holidays, but did her best to hide it for the sake of her daughter. it wasn’t until her brother told her that she needed to snap out of it that she finally did, and, just after her daughter’s fourth birthday, she hosted her first “orphan’s thanksgiving” ( an appropriate title, she thought, given the fact that she was an orphan herself ). the first year, it was just riley, logan, james, and a couple of riley’s friends from work. it had since grown, as riley got ‘hooked on the feeling’ and started inviting just about everyone that she ran into in the street. this year would be no exception.

       “i was just saying that, maybe, if you didn’t have anywhere else to be, you could join us. there will be food and friends, no family except for, well, mine, and so many people bring food along with them that it really ends up being a full-blown feast. i know we would be so happy to have you, and at the very least you’ll eat for free and stay out of the cold. i don’t need an answer now, just tell me you’ll at least consider it??”

[sunnysaints]

      “Apparently a spliff on the job is patently unacceptable,” Max chuckles airily, leaning conspiratorially into the nearest person who’s not shooting him deathly glares. Granted, he’s using the term ‘job’ very loosely. He winks and offers the smoke out. “Good thing I don’t mind the dirty looks.”

[frayedfigures-blog]

“Eugghhh,” The sound that left Dexter’s mouth as he fixed his grey Deadpool embellished beanie on his head was nothing short of tragic, a resigned sigh that was on par with any man who was having the worst day imaginable. 

( In reality, it was his day off -- score! -- and he had errands to run that seemed less desirable to him than a day on his PlayStation 4. )

“Christmas is sweet and all but I’d for real rather work two shifts straight than have to go buy gifts. Then there’s the wrapping. The pressure’s too much. There needs to be a month between November and December.”

[sunnysaints]

      “I dunno, I’m kinda into it,” Molly shrugs emphatically, cracking a joker grin. Granted this onset of holiday cheer may have been brought on by the three deliciously chocolatey pints of porter she’s just slammed. That, or the turkey hat someone’s popped onto the crown of her head. She poses, all blue steel, “Proper dashing, no? I mean, yeah, it’s all a bit... politically dubious, but anything’s better than gathering a Thanksgiving feast comprised of items from the Taco Bell dollar menu.” Because, really, who cooks these days? 

Backlit by passing floats and twirling performers, Molly bounces on the balls of her feet. “Right then. How many shots will it take for you to have a dance with me?”

[itsxxalwaysxxsunny-blog]

“I have to admit, Thanksgiving is one of my favorite holidays” Penelope said. “What’s not to love about a holiday dedicated to food?” She had learned to cook at a young age, mostly out of necessity. Now, she loved preparing dishes for the holiday. “Especially when pumpkin pie is one of those foods.”

[frayedfigures-blog]

"Aw, come on,” Leo bemoans with a cigarette between his lips, shaking his now extinct lighter in the veins hopes of a resurrection type miracle that didn’t happen. A couple of sparks and he was left with nothing more than the confirmation that his zippo was donezo. 

( A dramatisation of the highest order, it could easily be filled, but that was still time between him and his desired vice. )

Leo was aware that there was an irony to the how he had gone from a casual smoker to a frequent one when he first gave up alcohol, deciding it was the lesser of two evils. He had cut back, but the immediate aftermath of a meeting like the one he had just left made him antsy and that was best dealt with in one way. 

“Hey, sorry,” He says to the first person in his vicinity, holding up his unlit cigarette as a pre-explanation for his interruption. 

“You wouldn’t have a light handy, would you?”