Title: Turkey Is A Little Less Important Than Some Things.
Rating: T (sexual allusions)
Summary: I mean, hey, I only get to come home like, three times a year, now. I gotta take it where I can get it. Implied sexslash. Oneshot.
Author's Note: I wasn't intending on getting this put up until after thanksgiving, so I'll put this little instance on my list of things to be thankful for: PUBLIC LIBRARIES. :D
It's the last Thursday in November, and Dad looks a little pale with his horrible turkey/pilgrim sweater and a bandage around his entire thumb.
Megan looks a little more than nonchalantly annoyed because she had to finish making the stuffing by herself while Mom staunched and bandaged Dad's brand new thumb-gash.
Mom looks pissed because she's called me and Drake downstairs for thanksgiving dinner about four times.
We would have been down the first time she called, but Drake and I had thrown our clothes off in such a hurry, that afterwards, we had forgotten where they'd landed.
I mean, hey, I only get to come home like, three times a year, now.
I gotta take it where I can get it.
AN2: Review please, and Happy Thanksgiving.
:o)