capeandcowllogs | TURKEY DAY AT THE PIE HOLE II

WHO: Ned and Digby and you and you and you and all your closest friends
WHERE: The Pie Hole pie restaurant and bakeshop
WHEN: Thanksgiving Day, November 22 8am - November 23 1am (he'lll stick around for any stragglers tho)
WARNINGS: Shouldn't be any...
SUMMARY: Ned invites the whole City to the Pie Hole. He and Zatanna are cooking and baking everything (there are meat and meatless options), but feel free to bring a favorite from home!
FORMAT: quick/spam; make your own threads for your own people or table. on open threads estimate the time of arrival.
NO ONE IS EVER LATE!!!!!

[From the outside, the Pie Hole hasn't changed much, though the window is draped in elaborate snowflake-shaped lights, but inside is a whole other story. Zatanna has made quite a spectacle of the place, a huge banquet hall filled with long and short tables for enjoying your meal with any number of friends. And the decorations are outrageous. Ned's Christmas decorations, which were already over-the-top have all been magically enhanced and Thanksgivingsized like little crystalline pumpkin baubles and overspilling cornucopia on each buffet table, lined up in front of the kitchen. Ned is firmly putting his foot down this year: no one is to enter his kitchen but Zee or himself.

He'll be serving regular pie menu as well as breakfast (frittatas) until twelve noon at which point there will be an hour or two for people to arrive and mingle. The food will be out by 1:30-2 pm and dessert to be served at 3 pm. Ned just wants everyone to have a great day so come in and make yourself at home!! There are a few kegs as well if you all didn't listen and byob...]

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[Spike sits in the empty seat to Mitch's left with an array of booze in front of him, just as if he'd always been there.] I've never understood this holiday.

[ Now, Mitchell is a nerd. That means most things of such a persuasion didn't pass him by. Buffy the Vampire Slayer, in all of it's mid-nineties glory, hadn't either.

Which meant that his eyes were flicking from one detail to another. He couldn't remember the guy's name, or who he was, but he sure as fuck looked familiar. So sue him, he didn't read the Buffy comic, or he'd remember. ]

What's not to understand? The Pilgrims come across the Atlantic fucking ocean, they almost die at some point, and the Native Americans save their asses. So to celebrate that, we eat.

It's a very American way to celebrate. [ He, of course, doesn't eat much. ] Although booze works just as well, buddy.

And I'm the perfect picture of American jubilation, I am. How's the turkey? [he's grabbing some off Mitch's plate before the other man can answer.]

Er. [ He just looks in horror at the guy, before sliding his plate over, planting an elbow on the table. ]

Help yourself, I hear it's delicious.

[ Mitch's carefully cultured, yet extremely skittish, appetite was now completely gone. ]

Edited 2012-11-24 23:54 (UTC)

[He chews thoughtfully, ignorant to Mitch's horror.] Not bad. I've definitely had worse. [and then slides the plate back lmao and goes back to his drink, at the moment it's some stolen vodka and tonic.]

[ He slides his plate away. Thanks, Spike. The Mayor was going to do something so rare it's only rumored of, and that's eating. No more! ]

So I've heard. And who are you, exactly?

[he shoves the plate back over but it's not out of animosity or anything, he's just wasted.]

Spike. Surely you've heard of me, or at least seen the made for TV special.

Er. [ He racks his brain, thinking. ]

What, like a shitty biker? Or did you actually have a made for TV special?

[ He's cataloging, though. Trying to place the face and the name. It's hard when you're a B-list vampire from a 90's TV show. He spent most of the 90's stoned or working his ass of, depending on if you caught him at the beginning or tail end of the decade. ]

I wasn't in it. They got a bird to play me, she didn't even have a good accent. [he wrinkles his nose.]

Ah. Well that's fucking disappointing. That's why I don't let people make movies about me. [ He says it with a wry grin. Of all the post 9/11 propaganda movies, he wouldn't let any of them put him in it. He wanted it to be about the real heroes, and he wasn't one of them. ]

To be fair, maybe they just couldn't find anyone to be as drunk as you.

[He points at Mitch, though he misses his mark slightly, oh well.] You've got a point there. And they didn't ask me, they just did it. I don't see a dime in royalties either, the bastards.

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[ He leans back away, eyebrows quirking in response to the finger in his face. ]

Shit, that's hardly fair. [ He really doesn't care. What he wants is a fresh plate. ]

You're telling me, mate. [He glances back over, and frowns.] Alright then, who kicked your puppy?

My, ah, puppy? [ He shakes his head, trying to back off a little bit. ]

I think you're trying to suggest I'm in a bad mood. It's fucking Thanksgiving, who can be a bad mood?

Exactly. [he squints a little but doesn't move any closer.] You haven't touched your plate.

[ Mitch looks over his plate again. ]

Sorry, if I remember correctly, someone was pilfering off of it. I lost my appetite after that.

Oh it's like that, is it? Don't have cooties, you know.

Hey! Just because you don't have cooties, or disease, or whatever, doesn't mean I want people eating off my goddamn plate!

[ He's the fucking Mayor! It's undignified. ]

So go get a new one. [Spike slides the plate in front of himself. In his defense he doesn't know Mitchell is the mayor, not that it would change anything.]

I'm not fucking hungry enough for that.

[ Well, he'd have to eat eventually, but right now? Naw, he wasn't eating while he was sitting next to the thief of his plate. Sorry, Spike, you'll just have to take the food he doesn't want. ]

You were hungry enough the first time. [Spike got to his feet suddenly, a little too suddenly, but miraculously he doesn't fall.] Alright, alright, what d'ya want I'll get it for you.

[ His eyebrows shoot up, and he shakes his head. ]

Oh no, it's fine. I'll eat something later. Don't, ah, don't make a drunken stumble for my sake or anything.

I'm already up, huh. Don't make me waste a trip now.

Fine, fine! Just whatever.

I'm not exactly picky.

You got it, mate. [he'll be gone a little while picking at everything but then he does load up a plate for much, with a sliver of pumpkin pie on the side and everything. he's so nice.]

There you go. Washed my hands and everything.

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