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

[herotypical]

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. )

Comments

[herotypical]

"...A song, duh. If there's enough booze flowing on December thirty-first, I'll be sure to sing it for you."

[chikaidestroyer]

"Drinking and singing into the new year are not uncommon ... traditions." Their own new year could be celebrated in the same way, depending on the region. "But I will keep that in mind -- Auld Lang Syne."

[herotypical]

"Maybe we can get drunk enough and sing it together. Maybe. Possibly."

...Buffy wasn't a frequent drinker but perhaps New Years could be an exception.

[chikaidestroyer]

"That would require knowing the lyrics, getting drunk, and being able to sing." Despite how deliberately he lists each point, Albert is noticeably amused by the idea. He had only watched New Year's festivities from afar, through the form of fireworks, for several years.

[herotypical]

"I can teach you the first. We can do the second together. And the last? Eh."

Buffy was not much of a habitual singer -- though she could sing well enough. She simply never managed to find reason enough to sing. Nothing to sing about. Part of that sadness she wrapped up in her bright, still-present smile.

"Talent doesn't matter so much in a group."

[chikaidestroyer]

"Or when one is suitably drunk," he says agreeably, glancing down at his tumbler once he has noticed it is empty. He couldn't comment on his own ability to sing; while he had been forced to sing because of a mask during the October experiment, he had no wish to attempt singing under his own willpower to form a comparison.

[herotypical]

"Speaking of -- would you like a refill, Albert? No skin off my nose."

[chikaidestroyer]

"Certainly. Thank you, Buffy." He offers the tumbler, even as he continues commenting. "A concoction of yours? I can't say I have had hot cider quite like this."

[herotypical]

"Mmhm. My goal in my professional bartendery life, here in Luceti? Come up with as many drinkable, non-vomit-inducing boozey drinks as possible for those of us -- like me -- who can't barely stand the taste."

She tapped the empty class against her palm. "It'll just be a sec."