and with tears in our eyes we drove off into the sunset looking for another place to put the garbage

[shiromadoushi]

WHO: Bakura, Alastair, Kiryu, Hiruma, Trowa, Quatre and Matsuka
WHERE: The MANCAVE
WHEN: Thanksgiving at 6
WARNINGS: Hiruma. Drunkenness. Shenanigans.
SUMMARY: Thanksgiving dinner at Hell Towers!
FORMAT: Let's say.. QUICK for a change



[[It's a heck of a feast, as one would expect with Bakura doing the cooking. And as requested, not exactly traditional either. There's a grilled monkfish, a rare cooked steak, dish of roasted squash and root vegetables, kabocha amani, sushi hand rolls, yaki udon with kabocha purin for desert. There's also a few bottles of sweet wine for those who drink and a nice fancy grape juice in similar bottles for those who don't.

Also on the table, thanks to Trowa, are mansaf and Venison + bacon goulash

It's a hell of a spread.]]

Comments

[pacifisted.livejournal.com]

I was guarding the food. Bakura asked me to.

[hellcommander.livejournal.com]

[he rolls his eyes a bit, but smiles] Yeah well, that's one way to do it, I guess.

[eyeing that steak now...] I'll half it with ya.

[pacifisted.livejournal.com]

Thank you.

[hellcommander.livejournal.com]

[Hiruma grins more widely, clearly pleased that this is a suitable solution. He grabs a knife and fork, examines the steak carefully for a moment, then cuts it sort of strangely down the middle.

If one were to weigh the two pieces, they would find that they are within mere fractions of grams to being exactly the same size. He deposits one half on his plate and the other on Trowa's]

Kekekeke. You would think he'd have the good sense to make two steaks! But hey, I'm not complaining. This looks fucking amazing. American holidays, man.

[pacifisted.livejournal.com]

Americans like their food. Any excuse to have as much of it as possible.