So, we let everybody out of the apartment. This is taking place at a different…well, place. At a different time. Julie's people got Chris, Leon, Ada, Wesker, Jill, and Claire back to another place that we had rented just for this special occasion; Thanksgiving! And after much pissing and moaning, we had finally gotten everybody around a table full of food that Julie had dug out of the shadows.
Just about every Thanksgiving food was laid out. Turkey, cranberry sauce, stuffing, bread, corn, green bean casserole, etc. And, my favorite, the yams. I had had a mini panic attack when I saw that Julie had forgotten them at first.
Julie and Claire were sitting on the opposite sides of he long table, while Chris, Leon, and Jill were sitting on one of the sides, and Wesker was sitting between me and Ada on the other.
"Okay, wait!" Julie said, as Leon was just about to start digging into the turkey. "We have to have at least a few people say what they're thankful for."
"You should start," I suggested.
"Oh, fine," Julie sighed. "I'm thankful for death, destruction, chaos, kittens, and the waiters I found that work or free because they don't want to die." She clapped her hands. "Waiters! Bring us something to drink from the kitchen! Nikki, your turn."
"Okay. I am thankful for Wesker!" I turned to my left and glomped Wesker. Because of the way his chair was pushed in, he couldn't punch me across the room. So instead he gave me a look of disgust and pried me off, as one would do to road kill on the side of the road. "So, Wesker, what're you thankful for?"
"Absolutely no-oh, wine!" His eyes seemed to glow (actually, they were glowing) as a waiter brought out several bottles of wine and went around filling glasses.
"Aren't you two a bit young to be drinking?" Ada asked me and Julie.
"Relax, it's a holiday. Leon, what're you thankful for?"
"Hair conditioner."
"Chris?"
"Therapists and banana hammocks."
Wesker did a perfect spit take as Chris said this.
"I think you broke Wesker," I giggled.
"I've always wondered what would happen if the two combined," Chris went on. "Like if my therapist were to-"
"Enough!" Wesker shouted. The waiter refilled his glass, so he didn't say anything else.
"Jill, what are you thankful for?" Julie asked.
"I'm thankful for people who accept me for who I am, regardless of how many breasts I have." Chris and Leon both started laughing.
"Whatever you want to believe, one-breasted wonder," Leon said, patting her on the back.
"Alright, whatever. Go ahead and start eating," Julie said. Jill took a turkey breast and stuffed it down her shirt.
"Look, it almost looks normal!" Jill squealed excitedly.
"Until it starts rotting," Julie said. "How do you think it's going to look with maggots all over it?" Jill hurriedly took out the meat and set it on her plate.
"Ada, do you want cranberry sauce?" Leon asked.
"No, I'm extremely allergic to cranberries," Ada said. "Just toching them will make me break out." Just then Chris screamed and darted under the table. Claire's head was sticking out of the turkey.
"What? There are shadows."
"Out of the turkey," Julie ordered.
"Oh, fine." Claire's head disappeared into the turkey and she reappeared out of the shadows in the corner of the room. Leon jumped up.
"Chris!" There was a giggling from under the table. "He got my zipper!" Leon stood up and zipped his fly.
"Chris, if you come anywhere near me, I will break every bone in your body," Wesker warned, sounding a little bit slurred.
"Are you drunk?" I asked him.
"No."
"How much have you had to drink?"
"Not enough to put up with you people." A waiter refilled his glass.
"Oh, you're no fun," I said. I put a bit of cranberry sauce on my spoon and flung it at him. He leaned back and it hit Ada instead.
"My eye!" Ada screamed. "It burns!" Her whole face started turning red and blotchy. She couldn't see, but she picked up a turkey leg and threw it in my direction. She missed by a long shot and hit Julie, who was on her like a rage-infected monkey. Somehow Chris got kicked under the table, so he darted out. Everybody else just sat back and watched Julie pummel a very puffy Ada, while Ada screamed obscenities at me.
"Happy times," Wesker said, taking a sip from his wine glass.
"This is almost as entertaining as what they had us do for Halloween," Jill said, amused.
"Oh, don't get me started on that," I said, half listening to them, half listening to Ada shout things that I didn't even know were real words until just now.
A/N: Thank you, person reviewer who gave me the idea I hope this was up to your expectations, please review (everybody) Don't ask about any timeline, because I've no idea how this fits in there.