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WHO: OPEN to friends/acquaintances of Troy Barnes and/or Abed Nadir OR just crash the party.
WHERE: MAC, Troy and Abed's apartment
WHEN: Thanksgiving Day
WARNINGS: none that I'm aware of.
SUMMARY: Troy slapped together a Thanksgiving potluck-thing while his Nanna isn't around to shame him.
FORMAT: tagger's choice all around.

[ Although Troy's tried to make sure the place is clean and ready, it's probably still obvious that two twenty-something dudes live there. Their table might not be big enough to support Thanksgiving, but there's still counter-space. They'll make it work!

There's also a couple of boardgames to be had and as sizable a DVD collection as they can manage. It's hard to build up a solid selection in the City, sometimes, but there's still plenty to be entertained by. Later, there will be basketball outside.

Troy's trying his best to be a good host, despite having little experience with Thanksgiving. Abed may or may not be filming. Come join the fun, folks. ]

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[ Troy's wearing a blazer, which is an indication that he means business, and his business is assuring a smooth party full of fun and thankfulness and whatever else Thanksgiving is supposed to be full of. So he personally greets as many people as possible with a wide smile and a string of hellos and questions. ]

Hey! Welcome! Need to set anything down? Can I take your coat? Get you a drink? How's it going?

Double whiskey.

[Because that's totally what he meant, right? For that whole coat part, April just pulls her jacket around her closer. Like hell anyone will be parting a hipster from her hoodie. That's just unheard of.]

Right. I'mma get you a coke.

[ Sans rum. God, April.

Just come on in to the kitchen and he'll get right on that. ]

Wow. Just because I'm Puerto Rican doesn't mean I want coke.

[Because narcotics are clearly what he meant. Is what she sarcastically decides as she follows after him, anyway.]

But tequila is okay, I guess.

I didn't know coke was a Puerto Rican thing. I thought it came from Georgia or something.

[ Because he still means soda, and... Is she asking for tequila, or giving another stereotype a pass? He doesn't know a lot about Puerto Rico. Oops. ]

I mean, there's Sprite, too. How about Sprite?

I don't know what that's future slang for. Is it made of small, magical children?

[Because she will ignore the fact they're talking about soda until the bitter end.]

[ Jesus H., he's just going to get in the fridge and hand her a Sprite and be done with it. Here, April. Take this stupid can of Sprite. ]

It's made of delicious. Just drink it. Geez.

[She just rolls her eyes as she opens it and takes a sip, leaning against the nearby counter in the processes.]

Happy Thanksgiving anyway. I guess.

[ Holding a tray of food, Renee gives an amused smile at his enthusiasm as she enters. In a suit jacket, she's dressed for the occasion as well. ]

Hey, Troy. Thanks for inviting me.

No problem. Glad you could make it. Here, lemme get that for you.

[ The tray of food, that it. It looks awesome. Thanksgiving is a great holiday. He takes the tray into the kitchen, where they've got their table set up, complete with tacky, Thanksgiving-themed tablecloth. ] There's soda in the fridge, if you want one.