I tried so very hard not to lose it [closed/in progress]
WHO: McCoy, Mitsuru, Abel, Seven and Kaylee. (Maybe Tressel? Idk... ==;)
WHAT: Thanksgiving dinner, southern style... Okay, maybe not so much.
WHERE: McCoy's house of specialness...
WHEN: Backlogged to Thanksgiving
Bones growled to himself, stomping around the kitchen. Maybe he should have asked for help before he tried to do this before. Glancing at the counter, McCoy could barely stand the sight of his screw up and he turned his head. His one relief was that he did not touch the hen yet. Oh yeah, it was a hen. Back to bein frustrated. This damn place didn't even have turkey. The closest they had were gaming hens. Goddamn chickens.
He walked off for a few to grab a trash can. McCoy threw all of the poorly peeled potatoes that had fallen on the ground, the stale bread and the beans that had gone bad into the trash can. Okay, so he still had some potatoes, another loaf of bread, some other random vegetables and that stupid chicken. He could work with that, right? ...Who was he kidding? It had been over six years since he cooked a Thanksgiving dinner with his ex. Mitsuru was Japanese, Seven was a cyborg, or something like that and who the hell knew what Abel and Kaylee were. Maybe he could just give them instructions?
"Who knows how to cook?" Bones screamed to the whoever could hear him. This was for the house and Kaylee, who he invited as a guest, to enjoy together. Where the hell was she anyway?