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When; Monday, October 12. Early evening.
Rating; PG
Characters; Tony Foster (

darkest0knight ) and anyone Tony has spoken to and made friends with is welcome.
Summary; It's Tony's first real Thanksgiving and Eden is cooking so naturally he's invited the whole city to crowd into the apartment.
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It had started out as just a nod to the holidays, like it usually was back in Vancouver when Tony didn't really know anyone to have Thanksgiving with (Zev was Jewish, Amy was...well, Amy) and Henry, of course, couldn't eat a turkey which was the whole point of the holiday in the first place. He'd had turkey sandwiches with cranberry sauce and bought a pumpkin pie from the bakery and watched movies until it was late enough to call Henry and have some company. This year was different.

Automatically, it was different because he was in the City, but it was also different because Tony had friends. And friends who could cook, no less! And Victory was here and not a vampire and thus could sit at a dinner table and not growl at Henry when he came over. So Tony was excited and had probably bought too many cans of vegetables and sticks of butter but that was okay.

He just hoped he had enough plate settings.

[ooc: If your character is a friend of Tony's feel free to assume he invited you to Thanksgiving. Since I, myself, am hosting Thanksgiving at the moment, I probably won't be able to respond to threads until later tonight but feel free to have characters mingle!]

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He took the pealer between two fingers and stared at it with disgust. Then he slowly put it away. For a second he entertained a thought of getting up and leaving the kitchen, but yes, Eden might've been tiny, but in her current mood something told Chuck it would be wiser not to risk too much.

"My character's built enough, thank you," he muttered and looked around the place trying to locate those wine bottles he brought with him at the beginning of the party...

Luckily, she went back to the cake that she's making - it's clearly complicated, but it should be good when it does. What she wouldn't give for a good thick slab of potato bread, though.

"The wine's on the table," she tells him with a scowl. Wine she's not allowed to even taste. "I had to move it. Peel, Bass."

He finally noticed the wine. If he was to involve himself in manual labor he had to feel at least a buzz of alcohol. No way he'd engage in something like this sober. He moved around, doing his best not to get in a way of Tiny Dangerous Cook,also known as Eden and poured himself a glass of wine. He took a sip and content with what he tasted, he sat back down on the chair.

He put the glass within his reach and took the pealer. He looked at it, unsure of what to do now. He took a potato in the other hand, trying to touch it as little as possible.

He glanced quickly at Eden. "How exactly did Foster talk you into this?"

Eden resisted the urge to take a big drink of the wine, straight from the bottle, and instead went back to creaming sugar and butter for cake. It was more for amusement than actual necessity that she had Chuck peeling potatoes. She knew he couldn't manage himself in a kitchen.

She shrugged and looked over at him, just a little, adding the flour to her creamed butter. "He needed someone to cook. I like to cook. Didn' yeh know that?" It was something she had tossed herself into, since she had come to the City.

He put the potato away and tried to make his hand clean again while he took another sip of the wine. He didn't know about Eden's inner struggle and while he did consider himself her friend, he would probably still drink the wine. Even if he knew.

"I thought it was more of a distraction. From the Caspian thing... You know, exchanging one obsession with another?"

Yes, he still found it hilarious and extremely amusing.

She purses her lips together. "Yeh know I have a knife not a foot from me, right?" She finally takes the wine and moves it out of the kitchen, and comes back.

"I've always liked to cook."

"You won't use it," he told her in all confidence. "It would make Foster cry and destroy his disgusting cheerful mood. And you like him too much to do that."

He didn't know that about Eden. But then again, they usually hang out with Tony and if they were alone it was to get drunk. Something she didn't do in a long while. Which, seeing how the last drunken escapade ended, he was more than grateful. Still. They never exactly shared secrets...

"It kept me Da's interest off me." She finished the cake batter and poured it into a mold. "And yeh have no idea what I will or won' do, Bass. Yeh shouldn' assume shite."

She paused for a moment, and shook her head. "I fuckin' hate bein' sober."

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