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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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[m_pinocchio]

He's done Thanksgivings since he got here, of course he has, but this is the first one he's had a real hand the production of, and it's more frazzling than he'd believe. The fire is probably the apex of it, but regardless, the place is aired out by the time people begin to arrive in any significant numbers, and the only smells in the place are of a decidedly savory nature.

So now he takes a second to stand back and look at it, take a breath, because it's the first time all day he's been able to do so, and he's worried it might slip away and be gone. All those faces, many well-known and loved, some less familiar, all welcome.

From a corner out of the way, he lifts his glass slightly and toasts them. All things considered, he'll chalk this one up as a win.

[moraldyslexic]

"Is that a personal toast to what a good man and fantastic friend I am?" Lennox asked, catching Mike in the middle of the gesture as he appeared at his side. "Because if it is, I'd suggest you be louder about it. Really let your voice carry and say, 'To Lennox, in all his infinite coolness!' or something like that. I'll leave the actual wording up to you, of course, that's just a suggestion."

[m_pinocchio]

"Could be general," he says, chuckling. "Could be just for you. Call it both." He hooks an arm around Lennox's shoulders and tugs him into half a hug. "Thanks for coming."

[moraldyslexic]

"Hey, man, where the hell else would I be on a day like today?" Lennox asked, returning the hug and giving Mike a grin. "Even if you aren't toasting me like I think you should, I still want to spend the day with you. I guess," he added, teasing.

[headofaccounts]

Thanksgiving had always been an interesting affair in the Campbell household - there was really no other way of slicing it. But the Campbell family wasn't on the island, and as such, Pete wasn't going to let them ruin this Thanksgiving, too.

Upon arriving, he spent most of his time wandering around, looking for familiar faces and offering greetings whenever he did spot someone he knew. If the beginning of the evening was any indication, this was probably going to be his best Thanksgiving to date.

[little_moons]

I've got a few minutes without one or both of the girls clinging to me, so I'm on my way toward the bar, empty glass in hand and in need of a refill.

Turning sideways to fit through a gap between a person and a table, I look up and see who I'm about to squeeze past, a grin finding its way easily to my face.

"Hey, man. Happy Thankgivin'."

[with_diamonds]

Though Lucy had been quick to accept the invitation, it wasn't until she was already at the Winchester, fully at ease, for once, instead of working, that she realized she didn't remember the last time she'd really done anything remotely traditional for Thanksgiving. The most recent that stood out was the year before she'd graduated, before Daniel had died and Max had been drafted and everything had gone to hell, but those memories, now, were about as unpleasant as they were hazy. She'd met Jude that night, and he was the last person she wanted to be thinking about when technically going out with Bruce for what was probably the first time. The difference between this year and others in recent memory was that, this time, she actually felt like she had a lot to be grateful for. She wasn't about to take that for granted

[defected]

All things considered, this wasn't all that bad for his first Thanksgiving on the island. It wasn't bad even when the last near-decade of his life was added to the equation; he hadn't celebrated Thanksgiving since he'd been in college, and even then, it had been a meager event put together by those few in this fraternity who had elected to stay behind for the holiday. This was, in comparison, quite an improvement.

It was also the first time in far too long that Bryce has anything to be thankful for on a purely personal level. On that note, he turned with a smile to where Lucy was standing and held out the second of two drinks he had found for them. "Happy Thanksgiving."

[with_diamonds]

"Happy Thanksgiving," Lucy returned, smiling easily, instinctively, at the sight of Bruce. These days, at least, she wasn't so much the sentimental type, but if hard-pressed, she wouldn't have been able to deny that, this year, he was chief among her reasons to be thankful. She had spent so long here being so far from happy; that was finally turning around, and a lot of that had to do with the fact that she'd pulled herself together and started moving on. Whatever else this holiday brought to mind, that outweighed all of it.

Taking the glass he held out to her and raising it in a mock-toast, she took a sip, then asked, "Having a good time?"

[defected]

"You know what? I really am. I haven't celebrated Thanksgiving like this in... well, let's just say it's been a while." The fact itself may have been sad, but Bryce didn't let it dim the smile he gave Lucy. It was a truth he didn't feel needed to be hidden from her, but that didn't make him any more inclined to delve into the details. "What about you?"

[dreambigger]

The whole thing, to Eames, seems more than a little strange. Thanksgiving isn't a holiday he's ever celebrated, for reasons he expects would be fairly obvious, and he doesn't usually do friends outside of people he works with. A big, homey gathering, especially in a place like this, just strikes him as bizarre. It isn't in a bad way, though, and despite Neil's looking so much like Arthur - something he hardly thinks about, anymore - he likes the guy, and besides, he can't pass up good food. Deciding to go, as it turns out, wasn't actually much of a decision at all.

Dressed in a button-down shirt and a pair of khakis, still about as casual as he lets himself get, he pays more attention to the food than the company, but has no problem looking up with a smile between bites of food at the person he's only just realized is nearby. "Good, isn't it?"

[little_moons]

I haven't really had a seat of my own. Instead, I've been kind of rotating around, sliding into empty chairs where I can find them. Right now, I've got Flo in my lap, perched on my knee in her little purple sundress, her heels kicking at my shins while she picks at a piece of meat on my plate. Now that she's put her hands all over it, I've kind of given up on getting to eat any of it myself, any time soon.

"Mmhm!" she answers happily, without even looking up to see who he is or if he was even talkin' to her.

"It's not so bad," I say to him, smirking at him when I realize he didn't know I was sitting here.

[dreambigger]

"Well, she seems to like it," Eames replies, smiling, if just a little surprised. His experience around children is fairly minimal, leaving him not entirely sure how to respond, but he isn't too fazed; she seems to be fairly content eating, and he's too laid back to make too much of it. Resting one arm on the table, he gestures with a tilt of his head in Neil's direction, something close to appreciative, though he has no intention of saying as much. "You know, I've never actually done this before, the whole Thanksgiving thing."

[little_moons]

"She's probably not much of a food critic," I smirk, ruffling a hand through her hair and snorting out a laugh when she tries to squirm away. She lets out a tiny sound of distress, reaching up to feel for the sparkly butterfly hair clip she's afraid I've knocked loose, but when she finds it still in place, she goes back to her food.

Mack's probably lost half of her clothes by now, while her sister's worried about a goddamn hair clip.

"You are English. I was under the impression this was a filthy American holiday."

[red_ponytail]

Thanksgiving was a Yank holiday, but Bill had grown to enjoy celebrating it in the years since he'd been on the island, if for nothing else than the good food and good company that came with the day. He'd made a few different things, various side dishes as well as muffins and a couple of pies, figuring The Winchester would be crowded enough with people that the more food there was the better. And given that he knew Dean would be there, that meant there was definitely no such thing as too much pie.

It was times like this that made Bill miss his big family more than ever, the amazing meals his mum put together for all of them back at the Burrow, but he was with friends here, and that was something he could be thankful for.