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[little_moons]

I can't really explain why the fuck I decided I needed to do this, but it's too late to back out now. We could've spent the day just like any other, the five of us plus two extra, and maybe the girls wouldn't have noticed. But it seems more and more important every day, in ways I can't really put into words, to make the best of the time we've got

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[badblood_rising]

Sam wasn't sure how he had gotten there either, but hadn't stopped to wonder that yet. Not talented in the culinary arts, he'd shown up early to help push things around and set the table. Still not sleeping much, but a little better than before, he had taken to the activity happily. Anything to keep busy. He even put on a nicer shirt this morning and his jeans looked almost new.

It did strike him as weird though, as he finished setting out the last of the silverware and went to grab himself a beer, that they were celebrating. Family holidays were never big in the Winchester house; if they couldn't get it together for Christmas, there was no hope for Thanksgiving except Stove Top and pie. Getting together for Thanksgiving was still unfamiliar enough to Sam. But after Halloween, the disappearances, the dreams, the monsoon, throwing people into dinosaur territory, near explosions and yachts sinking, it seemed even stranger to be thankful.

Sam leaned against the bar, a beer in hand, as he watched people arrive and mingle, and wondered if he felt inspired or just confused.

[tricksthetreat]

Trixa was getting ready to leave when she saw the Winchester kid leaning against the bar. Taking a pull on the flask she'd slipped into her jeans, she leaned up next to him.

"You look about as awkward as I feel."

[badblood_rising]

"Gee thanks," Sam said dryly, giving Trixa a patently fake smile. Even if he was a little amused by the observation, having his abnormalities pointed out wasn't a favorite past time.

Still, Trixa was talking to him. Given how prickly she had been before, Sam had to take it as some kind of good will sign.

"Just not used to big Thanksgivings," he said, half-truthfully. "What about you?"

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"I'm used to 'em." Trixa shrugged, "Just not quite like... this."

She waved to the crowd, kids underfoot, families chatting and friends catching up. For a loner like her, it was a little surreal.

"Usually more... casual."

[badblood_rising]

"More casual?" he echoed with a raised brow. Sam wasn't sure Neil was even capable of formal except in dire circumstances. Yeah, Sam had put on a nice shirt, but that was barely trying.

"I thought this was pretty laid back. Pretty much, anyway."

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"We don't cook and we usually have it delivered."

She took another pull at the flask, wincing a little - she was still learning her way around the still.

"And we use all-disposable kitchen ware. No fuss, no muss."

[badblood_rising]

He smirked at that, understanding now and feeling more comfortable with that idea. His brow twitched in a curious frown at her wince, but Sam moved on.

"Kind of hard to manage that on an island," he said. "Though I'm not looking forward to the clean up. ..Neil knows too many people." He shook his head and took a sip of his beer.

[tricksthetreat]

"He's a bar owner, you don't do that without meeting... everyone."

She would know, even in her small corner of Vegas she had her regulars, even if they weren't many.

Looking at her flask, she made a decision. "Hey, you a spirits fan?"

[badblood_rising]

"I guess," Sam conceded, but he didn't think Neil would invite every patron ever to his Thanksgiving. Even if he couldn't imagine Neil turning anyone away.

He frowned slightly, confused again as he looked at her flask. "You mean, like, alcohol? ...Yeah."

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Trixa smirked and pulled a napkin off the bar, wiping the flask opening. She held it out, a peace offering of sorts. "I've been working on a home brew, adding some herbs and spices, things to add flavor. It's not there yet, but I'd appreciate any feedback."

[badblood_rising]

The alcohol probably took care of any germs Trixa thought to wipe away with the napkin, but Sam still gave her a wary look as he took the flask, almost playful. Trust a trickster; this could be a terrible move.

But the first sip didn't kill him. He did flinched reflexively at the raw burn, but he was pretty much expecting that. "It's um.." He coughed. "Not bad, actually. Rough, but..."

[tricksthetreat]

"Yeah, I wasn't expecting Grey Goose or anything, but like I said, work in progress."

She took another sip and put the flask back in her hip. If she was making conversation, others wouldn't bother her, so she kept the conversation going.

"What did you do back home? Can't remember if you told me or not."

[badblood_rising]

He blinked, surprised by the interest only. The question was something he had gotten used to working around, if he wanted to. He was tempted for a second not to bother hiding it, but a little hedging sometimes when a long way.

"Little of this, little of that. Not a whole lot of anything. Was going to be a lawyer," Sam said. "Didn't pan out."

[tricksthetreat]

"Didn't pan out, hmm?" Wow, was that a professionally vague answer. Trixa snorted and looked him up and down again, trying to pull some clue from his physique or demeanor.

"You certainly don't seem the laywerly type."

[little_moons]

Climbing her way through the rungs of a bar stool, Mack grabs hold of Sam's jeans like she's gonna use his leg for a ladder. I can say, at least, that her hands aren't sticky yet, but she's high on all the excitement and she has been since around dawn.

"Hi," she says brightly, like she's just now realized there's someone attached to the leg she's trying to scale. But I'm right behind her, stooping to grab the back of her blue sundress and hauling her back before her feet leave the ground.

Grinning, I say to him, "You look kinda lost."

[badblood_rising]

Sam barely had time to offer an amused "Hi" in return before Neil swooped in, probably for the best. He couldn't have shaken Mack off otherwise and he wasn't ready to be a jungle gym just yet.

"Yeah, well," he said with a shrug to Neil. "It's kind of crowded."