Happy Thanksgiving!

[tryit]

Who: Kate Bishop and anyone interested.
What: Celebrate Thanksgiving.
When: Thursday, November 29
Where: Kate's apartment (and the kitchen of Floor 6 of the Ground Building)
Summary: Earlier in the week, Kate put out an journal message inviting people to Thanksgiving. This is the result.
Rating: PG/PG-13

It wasn't until cooking experimentation two nights before at Sam and Simon's that Kate began to suspect that cooking a Thanksgiving dinner might be a whole lot harder than she had planned. Apparently, there was a relatively big difference between cooking just one dish for yourself and cooking enough to feed a horde.

At the end of the day, though, Kate finds herself pleased with the end result. The table she dragged into her apartment is set up against the wall to act as a buffet table. People ought to be willing to help themselves to whatever food they want. And there's definitely a decent spread, thanks in part mostly to her friends.



If there's one thing Kate Bishop is thankful for this year? It's having the people she has in her life.


[ooc: open to anyone who might have seen her post!]

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[luckynumberthree]

"With soap!" He thinks this needs to be pointed out. "That cleans things. Cranberries are not clean. And don't think that's going to-" Whatever it is or isn't going to do is completely lost in a muffled jumble of sounds as she kisses him.

Which is when he gets his revenge, because he leans in and rubs his face messily against hers.

[tryit]

It's become, in her opinion, the best way ever to shut him up. And she's more than happy to continue kissing him. At least, until he breaks the kiss to rub cranberry sauce on her face instead. Kate gasps and then laughs. They're right back to where they started.

But rather than retaliating, she just smiles at him and rests her forehead - now just as sticky and covered in cranberry goop as his - against his. There's a funny, fluttering feeling in her stomach and maybe, just maybe, it's okay to get a little bit dirty. Giving in, Kate wraps her arms around his neck and hugs him close, clothes be damned.

"I hope you plan on cleaning this up as well."

[luckynumberthree]

"You're just lucky I happen to like cranberry sauce," he points out with a smirk, twining his arms about her waist and dragging her close against him.

[tryit]

"I'm feeling lucky about a lot of things right now," she says quietly, lifting her head up to kiss him again. "You liking cranberry sauce is just one of those things."

[luckynumberthree]

"Well, how about the fact that I think we're both in dire need of showers right about now?" he teased her instead, licking playfully at a bit of cranberry on her cheek.

[tryit]

It's probably rude to leave a party she's hosting early. Some of her friends are still lingering. But when he licks her cheek, she shivers a little and beams. Her dad would be thoroughly disappointed in her skills as a hostess. Well, it wouldn't be the first time Derek Bishop's found a reason to be disappointed in her life choices.

She presses a kiss to his chin and then licks her lips clean of the cranberry sauce. "My place is still kind of crowded, so... Race you to yours?"

[luckynumberthree]

"You want to go out there? Like this?" he laughed, glancing down at the both of them. "I think your guests can be noisy enough that we can get away with sneaking a quick one, don't you think? Besides, I can take it as a personal challenge to keep you quiet."

[tryit]

Her eyebrows shoot up and she grins. It's so... dirty. And kind of arousing, too. "You mean, it'll be my challenge to keep you quiet."

[luckynumberthree]

Simon scoffs. "Everyone knows you're the noisy one."

[tryit]

"I sorta recall you being damned noisy last night when I did that thing..." Challenge so accepted. "Maybe I should do it again. In the shower. So everyone hears just how loudly Simon Lauchlan screams during sex."

[luckynumberthree]

"First one there gets all the hot water," he teased her instead of rising to the bait (literally and figuratively) because if he let himself get distracted by that, they'd never get back out of the shower.

And with that as the only warning, he pecked a kiss on the top of her nose and abruptly darted for the bathroom.