lucetilogs | so pile your boots up in the corner -- hang your jacket from the door

Who: anyone invited to house seven's thanksgivingstravaganza -- as well as anyone walking by who might be curious about all the brouhaha.
What: giving thanks!
When: forward dated to november 24th due to predicted holiday hiatuses!
Where: house seven!
Summary: friends, food, fondness. family. festivities.
Rating: g for goin' up.

House Seven was decked out in soft oranges and browns. Gentle reds and yellows. The table was shoved up against a wall and dish upon dish of delicious Thanksgiving dinner-bits adorned it. Plates to one side, a pile of cutlery. Feel free to line up and pile your arms high with roasted turkey, mashed potatoes, sweet potato casserole, carrots and green beans, cranberry sauce, sinful gravy. Stuffing. Steamed broccoli. The amount of food would almost be laughable had the guest list not been so long. Chatter abounded.

It was, by all accounts, a fairly casual gathering. No ceremony (Buffy, by this point, was all ceremony'd out after some fiercely dedicated meal-prepping) to stand on and no customs to keep. Just food and friendship. The only thing customary about Buffy Summers would be her delighted, enchanted grin throughout the evening. Very little pleased her more than a social event that was going well.

Mix! Mingle! Make merry!

(ooc; threadjack into oblivion and don't forget to add your character to the entry tags! have fun! note that this is forward-dated. i'll be tagging around myself later this evening. )

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Tweny five, huh? I still got a decade and a year on you. Gotta admit, you started a few year earlier though.

[ still not as old as jack; she says nothing about that. ]

They like us starting young. The Council does. But most girls don't make it past their eighteenth birthday.

Yeah. Lot of hunters don't make it much past three years, either. Here's to long life and doing the impossible?

...Long life? [ she feels the sadness sink in. just for a moment. ] We'll be lucky if we get another decade, each. Very lucky.

Any life we have is long, and I'll be hapy to celebrate every part of it. Gotta live while you're alive. Hell with the rest.

If I had a drink, too? I'd clink it against yours and say something along the lines of heck yes. Sadly, you'll have to make do with my solemn nod.

I'm good with that.

[He gives the slayer another quick, affecitonate half hug before settling once again.]

...so how did the cooking go? The cider definitely came out good.

Not so bad. I had help -- so no one should fall from food poisoning anytime soon. Not by my hand. Still, I'm sure you could've whipped up something way better.

[Derek chuckles at the compliment.]

Maybe at Christmas. Depends on whether or not you're tired of me by then.

So was it your roomies that helped, or someone else? And did the recipe make sense?

Mmhm. And Archie. I roped him in, despite the youngness.

[ a sideways glance. ] I won't get tired of you. You were...you are -- I'm guessing I don't need to tell you that we were close. If anything? You'll get fed up with my rollercoaster emotions and get sick of lending your ear when the next tragedy hits.

You're a friend. Almost like family, if I can trust myself in this. I won't get sick of it.

You know -- me and you should make another Battle Dome date one of these days. You took me to show me some of sim'd vamps from your world and I never got to repay the favour.

I'd like that, actually.

[We'll take weird slayer/hunter dates for 200, Alex.]

You say that now. Our styles are pretty...different. Oh - well. Spoilers. Maybe I'll let it be a surprise.

...you're more the direct type, if I remember right.

You do. You do remember right. The Slayer's...made to be just as strong as most vampires are. Stronger, if she lasts and trains and learns. Makes for a lot of fisticuffs.

Which means I don't want to tick you off, ever. At least not without an escape plan.

[That was a tease, Buffy.]

[ a tease? certainly. but she remembers their fight. she had gone into seclusion for a week, after that.

but she buries the thought. ] See? You're already learning. Keep the Slayer happy and you, too, will be happy.

...Sounds dubious to me.

[Another pause.]

...I don't remember a whole lot about what happened, Buffy, but if I didn't say it then, I'm sorry. Can't say I won't do it I get home this time, either.

But at least here, we won't have to worry about it, far as I can tell.

You don't owe me anything, Derek. Nothing. Nothing at all.

[ she sees it as reversed; she's not sure how she'll ever make it up to him. ]

And you shouldn't feel bad for doing what needed to be done. Hunters aren't supposed to put that kind of crap on our friends. Even though we do.

Anyway, point is, no worries this time. And what's done is done. Not gonna put you through that again.

...Shut up. For you? I'd do it all over another three, four times. I'd rather see me at the helm of that horror instead of some other poor person.

And I'd rather not see anyone go through it at all.

...But I think we understand each other anyway.

There's some commiseration and some understanding and some definite getting you. And vice versa.

Yeah, there is.

...And this is probably where we should drink a toast to that fact.

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