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. )

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[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

She nodded. "Have you been fighting for long?"

[pugilistinpink.livejournal.com]

"Started droppin' in at the local gym 'round, uh, thirteen, fourteen." He scratched at his jaw for a moment, gazing towards the ceiling. "Some days, it don' feel like I been doin' this for a long time... but then other days, when I'm sparrin' with Doc or somethin', I keep thinkin' 'bout all the fights behind me, an' how much better I've gotten." Pausing, he began to run a hand over the knuckles of his right hand, back and forth with a thoughtful slowness. "It's a long road to the top... wouldn't a' gotten nowhere without Doc, that's f'sure."

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

Her head tilts slightly. "Do you enjoy it?"

[pugilistinpink.livejournal.com]

"Yeah... a' course. It's... m'life, y'know?" His lips pulled into an irrepressible smile, his eyes aglow with enthusiasm. "There ain't nothin' like steppin' 'tween those ropes, hearin' the crowd shoutin' around ya, an'... jus'... feelin' so alive. Feelin' like y'somebody. People say y'gotta be crazy t'wanna do it, but y'don' think 'bout it like that. Y'jus' do it. It feels right. It's, it's in y'blood."

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

Fighting was the last thing that was in her blood, but the fact that he could light up so much talking about it intrigued her. He didn't seem like the kind of person to enjoy inflicting pain...so she was genuinely interested. "What got you into it?"

[pugilistinpink.livejournal.com]

Mac's expression sobered at the question and he unconsciously slanted his gaze to the side. "Uh, well... a lot a' things." He offered a wry smile as if to apologize for the vague answer. "...Know I used t'watch boxin' matches sometimes with m'dad. An' Rocky - y'know Rocky? We watched that a few times t'gether too. It was... it was nice, spendin' time like that." He let the words hang in the air, absently reaching over his shoulder to rub at some sore spot for a while. "A character like Rocky... he gave guys like me hope, y'know?"

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

She nodded. "I know it. It just came out two years ago. Or three now, I guess, with how long I've been here" She gave a small smile. "Everyone needs something to hope on."

[pugilistinpink.livejournal.com]

"Yeah... say, what time y'from, anyway? I wouldn't really ask, normally, 'cause I mean, what kind a' question is that? But this place kind a' changes everythin', heh."

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

She laughed. "It's a fair enough question, here." Her head canted to one side. "It's 1978, back home."

[pugilistinpink.livejournal.com]

"Whoa..." Mac let that sink in for a moment. "Well, there's a whole bunch a' Rocky movies out now; four a' them, actually. I was thinkin' maybe you was talkin' 'bout one a' the later ones." He smiled thinly. "So. '78, huh? ...I was jus' a lil' eight year old kid."

And the sad fact was, nine years and a pathetic excuse for a growth spurt later, he was still very little... but that was beside the point.

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

"What year is it for you now?"

[pugilistinpink.livejournal.com]

"'87. Jus' a lil' switch a' the numbers."

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

[she laughs] A little switch, but probably a decent amount of change.

[pugilistinpink.livejournal.com]

Yeah... prob'ly. Uh, jus' a sec... [Turning to face the table, he presses his fist to his mouth just in time to stifle a bigger burp than he had been expecting. He turned to her after a while, unable to keep a straight face.]

So... [He broke into a rueful laugh, aware that his mother would have given him a disapproving look.] ...Sorry. It's, uh, kind of a compliment t'the chefs.

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

[she couldn't help but laugh] Then you certainly have our thanks.

[pugilistinpink.livejournal.com]

Phew - m'glad. Y'know, for a sec there I was thinkin' y'might chew me out f'bein' all gross on ya. Ma was always sayin' that it ain't nice t'burp or pick y'teeth or nothin'. I keep f'gettin' 'bout my elbows, though. Always got 'em on the table. It feels right, y'know?