Thanksgiving, the time of year families came together to give thanks and share a special moment with people they love dearly. It was a time of year for football, raking leaves, and eating mass amounts of food all in the name of giving thanks.

In Roman Reigns' case, his 2018 Thanksgiving started with a blinding headache and a thirst strong enough to take on any large fresh body of water. His temples throbbed, making his slow sit-up in bed feel like he was running a marathon. He smacked his lips together trying to get some moisture back onto his tongue so it stopped feeling like a lump of beef jerky sat in the center of his mouth.

"I'm never drinking again..." Roman muttered to himself, rubbing the palms of his hands over his eyes a few times. He recalled having headache relievers, microwaveable hashbrowns, and bottles of water in his fridge. Having no idea how to make the hangover cure only his brother had the recipe for was one of the hardest parts about Dean being suspended from SU.

Roman lifted himself out of bed, his head a swimming mess that almost knocked him back off his feet. Figuring no one would see him in his current partially undressed, disheveled state, Roman decided against trying to clothe himself and risking toppling over and suffering terrible brain damage. He shuffled out of his room, head hung low to avoid unwanted eye contact with any light source.

At the same time, Sasha Banks was waking up with one of the tamest hangovers she had in her college career. Her problem wasn't the slight headache and dehydration. The issue she'd been dreading to address since the night before was what happened with the boy whose bed she spent the night in alone.

Roman probably wasn't aware that Sasha was even here. With the way he'd been drowning his sorrows in hot wings and alcohol, Sasha wouldn't be surprised if he forgot the entire night. But, as much as she tried to convince herself it was a dream, Sasha still recalled how her night came to an end.

Sasha didn't regret kissing her friend. She'd grown close to him in recent months and figured it was bound to happen sooner or later. The fact that Roman was drunk and emotionally vulnerable made the kiss a little problematic, which was why Sasha prayed that Roman forgot everything and she could pretend like she wasn't dreaming about the amazingly gentle and sexy way he handled her last night.

Sasha sighed heavily. "Maybe take a cold shower before you go to Zack and Bay's..." she told herself, shaking her head and planting her feet on the carpet.

Both young adults stepped into the living room at the same time. Sasha froze, but Roman continued his tired movements into the kitchen. Reigns fetched his painkillers from a cupboard above the sink, a bottle of water from the fridge, then retrieved a frying pan, butter, and the bag of frozen hashbrowns from the freezer.

Sasha didn't know what to do. Should she announce her presence and help Roman with breakfast? Should she tiptoe to the front door and sprint from the dorm hall screaming at the top of her lungs? Was there a third option that involved less unnecessary drama that involved her and Roman having a civil discussion about their relationship following the events of the night prior? All were possible and arguably valid, but all Sasha could do was stare at the back of Roman's head while he downed a few headache relievers and chugged his bottle of water.

"Fuck me..." Roman muttered, feeling some relief with the ice-cold high-quality H2O. He spun on his heels to toss the water bottle in the recycling, but the sudden appearance of a blue-haired woman in his living room made his heart skip a beat. "JESUS CHRIST!"

Sasha jumped as well. "What? WHAT!"

Roman took a deep breath. "What-What are you doing here? How long have you been standing there?"

"I spent the night!" Sasha yelled out. She realized she was still yelling and quickly lowered her voice. "I came here after Roadies. Remember, we played video games?" She crossed her arms and smirked. "I kicked your ass like I always do?"

Roman had since calmed down from his near heart attack. He snickered, shaking his head. "I believe that happened, but I don't remember coming back here last night."

"What's the last thing you can remember?" Sasha asked.

Roman shrugged. "I don't know. Harper and Gallows daring me to chug a pitcher of Busch Lite? Then... I think I ate something, but who the hell knows."

Sasha nodded, smiling a bit to herself. She understood Roman's post-drunken stupor pain, but she still found a little joy in seeing Roman battle his hangover. "Yeah, that's about it. You got the hottest wings and I tried one and hated it. So, you actually beat me at something."

"It was going to eventually happen, sooner or later," Roman chuckled, fetching himself another water as well as Sasha one too.

Roman sat on the love seat and tossed Sasha a water. She sat on the couch, still eyeing her friend over the water bottle as she sipped.

"What else happened?" Roman asked, trying to piece the night together in his head. "I kinda remember going to bed, but I have no idea how I got here from Roadies. Did I drive?"

Sasha shook her head. "I called us an Uber. You invited me over to play COD, and I whupped your ass until you cried."

Roman barked a low belly laugh. "I know you kicked my ass, but I ain't never let a girl make me cry before."

Sasha cocked an eyebrow. "You sure about that?"

"Over video games," Roman added. Some of the fog was lifting off of his brain, but it was still hard to tell between what was real and what was his wild dream from last night. He dreamt about a lot of wild things, ranging from slap-boxing NFL lineman Michael Tarver to running from the police in scuba gear. He could safely guess that wasn't part of his night, or maybe it was and he needed to take a break from drinking for a long time.

Roman searched his mind for any other key details he could recall. He did remember drinking some ice water at the request of the bartender, and that's when Sasha joined him at the bar. After that, nothing he could accurately recall. There was a dream he had about the woman across the room from him, but he didn't need to ask to know that was only a dream.

Sasha sat in silence, feeling a little uneasy with the prolonged lack of conversation. "Actually, I do have to tell you about something that happened..." The words rolled off Sasha's tongue with the ease of gargling screws. She winced when Roman glanced at her curiously, but she knew she owed her friend the truth.

Roman lifted his brow. "What? Did I look like a fuckin' tool in front of BPO?"

"No, you did that in front of everyone," Sasha quipped, baiting a light chuckle from her friend. "But, uh, no. Nothing to do with BPO. Um, it was with us after we stopped playing COD. You... kinda made a move on me."

Roman sighed heavily, dropping his face in his hands. "Are you fuckin' serious?" He muttered.

Sasha shook her head. "I'm not upset or anything. You were drunker than me. I feel like shit for letting you do it."

Roman sighed again, dragging his fingers through his hair. "What did I do?"

Sasha repeated what happened the night before in her head, then spoke. "We... made out. You touched my boobs, and my butt, and tried to take my shirt off but I asked you to stop. And you did, so don't feel too bad."

So Roman's dream was a reality after all. He "dreamt" the night before about kissing Sasha but figured it was his own imagination. Clearly not, as Sasha just told him.

"I feel like shit about it," Roman commented, unable to look at Sasha.

"I wanted you to, Ro. It's ok," Sasha assured, standing up and moving to sit beside her hulking friend. "Trust me. I would've castrated you if you forced yourself on me. I feel bad because you were drunk and still upset over Tessa."

Roman scratched his chin. "You wanted me to?"

Sasha, for once, was at a loss for words. She turned her head away but did nod and shrug. "Kinda. You've been pretty cool and I didn't hate it."

"This doesn't make things awkward, right?" Roman asked.

"As long as you don't make it that way," Sasha shot back.

Roman chuckled. "Good. I'd hate to lose my biggest rival because I couldn't keep my dick in my pants."

"You kept it in your pants. I told you I wanted to wait until you were sober before we went that far," Sasha started to chuckle, but the laughter quickly subsided when she saw that Roman still looked serious.

Roman thought about his response for a few moments. He didn't want to say anything wrong and hurt Sasha's feelings, but he also didn't want to sound like he wasn't going to be her friend anymore. "Sasha, I like you. I really do..."

"Are you really giving me this bullshit right now?" Sasha fired back with a cocked eyebrow.

Roman rolled his eyes, which thankfully made Sasha laugh. "No, I'm not. I would be honored to date you. You're funny, and smart, and sexy, and you sometimes get lucky and beat me at COD, but-"

"You mother fucker," Sasha breathed with a dry giggle.

Roman smirked and continued. "I rush into things too quickly. That's not your fault or anyone else's. I'm just that kind of person. It sorta led up to why Charlotte and I broke up. I hardly knew her when we started going out. Ronda was a little different because we were good friends before we made things official. And Tessa..."

Sasha nodded. "You dove straight in with Tessa because you were still getting over Ronda..."

"And it fucked me over," Roman agreed. He sighed. "I would love to date you. I just want to get to know you a little more before we do."

Sasha was a little disappointed, but she knew Roman was right. She rushed things with Becky too and their lack of communication ended in disaster. She hardly knew a thing about Woods other than he played football, loved Dragon Ball Z, and played the trombone. Maybe it was a good idea that she took things slow too before her next relationship, even if it wasn't with Roman.

"You're right," Sasha said. "Even if it's not with you, I should get to know people before I date them. It's probably a good rule just in general."

"It definitely sounds like it," Roman concurred. "Shit. Now that I think about it, I didn't know Summer at all until we started going out."

Sasha shrugged. "Maybe you would've known she was a shitty person if you talked to her first."

Roman laughed once. "Yeah, you're not wrong," he patted Sasha's hand and offered her a gentle squeeze. "It's not weird unless we make it weird. I still wanna be buds with you."

"Me too..." Sasha found herself staring into Roman's eyes, wondering what he was thinking too.

An argument that would remain unresolved for several years was who made the first move that morning. Because, right after both parties agreed that taking it slow was the best idea, Sasha found herself in Roman's lap while the two exchanged light, forceful kisses. Roman breathed heavily, Sasha moaning into his kiss each time he flexed his fingers around her ass. The only thing that made either of them stop was the sudden lustful gasp Sasha produced when she felt Roman poke her through his boxers.

Sasha stayed in Roman's lap but kept her lips a safe distance from his. "Starting now?"

"Yeah, starting now," Roman agreed. Sasha crawled out of his lap and stood, then rebuttoned her jeans and straightened her hair. Roman hadn't realized he even undid Sasha's pants until she fixed them. "You're still going to Zack and Bay's later, right?" He asked, trying to focus on anything but Sasha.

Sasha nodded. "Yeah. I'll see you there. Um..."

"Yes, you're still one of my best friends," Roman said.

Sasha smiled softly, returning Roman's gentle smirk. "Thanks, Ro. The fact that you're not calling me a 'bitch' or a 'tease' right now tells me you're actually a really sweet guy."

"I was raised right, that's all," Roman said.

Sasha offered one last quick yet sweet kiss before she took off. The moment the front door shut, Roman sighed heavily and closed his eyes. Not because he was ashamed of himself, but because of the sudden, very real, and very heavy realization that he already missed Sasha.

Bayley was a whirlwind in the kitchen, mixing ingredients, checking recipes, and sipping a glass of cranberry juice she jokingly told her husband was red wine. Zack attempted to help several times, but Bayley shooed him away with a potato masher and insisted he relaxed and watched football.

Today was the Ryder's first Thanksgiving as a married couple. Bayley was feeling a little blue about not being able to visit her mother but lit up at the idea of hosting her first Thanksgiving as a wife. Zack bought a 35-pound turkey, potatoes, a ham, and anything else his bubbly wife requested to fulfill her hostess fantasies.

Seth and Toni were already at Zack and Bayley's. Seth, being an avid lifelong Chicago Bears fan, showed up early sporting his favorite team's jersey. Zack jokingly threatened to throw Seth out, but greeted both of his friends and offered each a beer. Toni, a cheeky smile watching her boyfriend playfully argue with their host, also wore a football jersey but hers was to support her beloved New Orleans Saints.

Zack re-entered the kitchen, sighing heavily. Seeing Seth wasn't the most pleasant experience so far in his week. He felt ill letting such a despicable human being into his home, but he was Bayley's friend and she insisted Seth and Toni should be invited over since they were also both stuck in Stamford before that coming Saturday's football game. Just the thought of that smug dickhead macking on his wife made Zack feel a fit of anger he hadn't mustered since he pummeled Curt Hawkins. It wasn't a good feeling, Zack noted. Maybe it was easier to rip off the bandaid and confront his wife about the kiss rather than hold on to this frustration.

"OUT!" Bayley ordered with a wave of a spatula. "I know you're in here poking around for food! Shoo, you sexy man, you!"

Zack held out Seth and Toni's veggie platter. Bayley, a sheepish smile on her face as her cheeks tinted red to match the cranberry sauce she was working on, took the container of vegetables and set it aside.

"I'm sorry, handsome," Bayley chirped, lightly pecking her husband on the lips. "I shouldn't have yelled. But everything needs to be perfect today!"

"It already is, babe," Zack smoothly shot back, giving his wife a not-so-subtle once over. "The best wife in the whole universe is making Thanksgiving dinner."

Bayley dropped her head, trying to stop her cheeks from getting any redder or hold in her giggles. "You're so sweet, Zackary. Thank you."

A sudden cheer from Zack's least favorite of his wife's friends brought back the thought he was sitting on for a few weeks. He opened his mouth, just ready to get the idea up in the air, but his voice died as his wife moved in his direction to open the fridge.

Zack tried again. "Hey, Bay?"

"Yes, my lovely hubby?" Bayley cooed, drawing out her words like she was singing.

Zack chewed his tongue, trying to think of something to say that wouldn't completely ruin the afternoon. "Uh... I have, uh, something to..."

Bayley's soft eyes grew wide. "Oh, are you... 'h-word?' I don't think we can with guests here, but I think I can use my hands if you're ok with that?"

Zack snickered. "Uh, no, babe. I'm not 'h-word' right now. Uh, it's about the video that got leaked back during the party?"

Bayley rubbed her tummy, her wide eyes once again softening. "Baby, we talked about it. I'm not mad about it. I was your first, you were mine. Right?"

Zack nodded. "Right. But it's not what I said. It's what you said to Alexa."

Bayley arched an eyebrow. "What did I say to Alexa? I couldn't watch past the Ruby part."

Zack found the voice to finally bring up the issue. He started to speak but Seth calling out "Braun and Sarah are here!" cut the words off at their feet. Bayley looked towards the living room and grinned brightly, clapping her hands together. Upon seeing his wife so excited, Zack decided that now wasn't the time to bring up his problems with Seth.

"Possum casserole?" Zack asked the hulking man stepping into his kitchen with his comparably tiny girlfriend standing by his side.

"Ha, no. Green bean," Braun handed the glass pan to Zack. "Sarah's maw-maw came up with the recipe. She said I'm not allowed to know it."

"No, sir," Sarah confirmed with a grin.

"Thank you, guys," Zack said, setting the casserole pan on the kitchen counter. "You both look great, by the way. You're already tied for 'best-dressed couple' with me and Bay."

Braun and Sarah laughed, then accepted Zack's beer offer when he handed each of them a cold can. Braun took a few pieces of veggies from the set-up platter, then headed back to the living room with Sarah.

Zack once again let the thought of his wife kissing another man invade his thoughts. He tried to think of a way to bring it up again, but his wife holding out a mixing spoon to his mouth took his focus.

"Open," Mrs. Ryder politely requested. "What do you think? More salt, more butter?"

Zack let the mashed potatoes sit in his mouth for a moment, then chewed and swallowed. "More butter, you're good on salt. They're super, Bay."

"Thank you, my love," Bayley set the mixing spoon next to the pot of potatoes. She spun around to face her husband. "What did you want to talk about?"

Zack looked deep into his baby's eyes, wondering if his personal gripe was really worth possibly ruining the night over. He decided it wasn't and wrestled the image of Seth kissing his woman to the back of his mind.

"Nothin', honey," he said, kissing his wife between the eyes. "We can talk about it later."

Bayley nodded, smoothing her hands over her cooking apron. "Okie dokie, but I'm reminding you to tell me later. Now, tell me you love my dress and can't wait to try the turkey stuffing because of how good it smells."

Zack was dressed semi-formally, as was his wife. She wore a maternity dress that was the same shade of purple that was Zack's button-down. It was Bayley's idea, obviously, but Zack had no problem going along with matching his beloved.

Zack tutted his tongue. "You look absolutely stunning, my love. You look very beautiful with your hair down."

Bayley brushed her hair over her shoulder. "I like it this way too, but I'm thinking about putting it in a ponytail later." She checked over her shoulder with a giggle. "Speaking of later, are you sure you aren't feeling... 'funny'?"

As the question left Bayley's lips, she tugged on the front of her dress. The fabric over her chest dipped low enough to expose the cleavage her swollen breasts created. Zack's immediate reaction, complimented with a dropped jaw and a bashful snicker, made Bayley blush madly as she let her dress cover what it was meant to again.

"I might be now," Zack chuckled.

"Good," Bayley chirped, adding a quick kiss to her hubby's lips. "Now go relax and watch football with our friends. I'll call for you if my water breaks."

Zack offered a laugh, but he really didn't want to go into the living room. He heard another bone-chattering cackle from Seth that made him momentarily hate football. But still, after polishing off a beer, Zack retrieved two more and headed for the front room.

Time with close friends was the right thing Alexa needed. She had been so preoccupied with trying to keep ZBZ afloat in the aftermath of the Halloween party that she failed to really spend as much time with her friends as she used to.

Bayley squealed with joy when Alexa agreed to come to her and Zack's for Thanksgiving. The bubbly mother-to-be practically broke Alexa in half with one of her signature bone-shattering hugs. Alexa offered the best smile she could manage under her current predicament and assured her friend she'd bring a side for the dinner.

Alexa was still getting ready at around one in the afternoon. She spent most of the night before sitting up venting to Nikki about her feelings. During their conversation, Alexa told the ZBZ pledge most of her and Dean's story; Meeting during Labor Day, Alofa, everything with Adam, their engagement, all leading to their break-up a few weeks prior. Nikki didn't respond, not really knowing how to given what she'd been told. But the two girls stayed close together until they each passed out watching trashy Netflix shows.

Alexa let her curly blonde locks cascade over her shoulders like a yellow waterfall. Dyeing her hair back to its natural color was Alexa's first step into becoming a better, self-improved woman now that she was once again single. She also got a few cartilage piercings and a new Disney-inspired white ink tattoo on her right shoulder blade. She had her Alofa tattoo touched up at the same parlor she got the shoulder work done; The artist was a massive, scary-looking biker but he came off the recommendation from Becky so Alexa gave him the benefit of the doubt.

Alexa looked herself over in the mirror. She felt great, probably the best she'd been in weeks. "Who's that goddess I see?" She giggled to herself, enjoying a laugh at her own self-indulgence. She smiled softly, giving herself a small nod. "You're doing ok, Lexi. One day at a time."

Alexa checked to make sure her black party dress covered all it needed to and stepped out of the bathroom.

Nikki Cross was sitting cross-legged on Alexa's bed. She baked a fresh batch of her famous cookies to bring to Zack and Bayley's, under the gleeful assurance from Alexa that Zack and Bayley would love them as much as she did.

"Oh, wow!" Nikki chirped, her eyes growing hide. "You look beautiful, 'Lexa!"

Alexa gave her friend a little twirl, spreading her arms wide and spinning on her bare toes. "Do you think so?"

"I know so," Nikki praised, her pale cheeks showing a little hint of pink.

"You look gorgeous too," Alexa slid on a comfy yet still semi-formal pair of slides. Nikki picked at the falling apart rubber soles of her sneakers, rolling her eyes when Alexa paid her the compliment. "Thanks for staying with me last night, by the way. You're seriously one of my best friends."

Nikki snickered. "I bettah be! I bake ya cookies and talk ya out of callin' Dean."

Alexa's joy lowered. Dean would absolutely love spending Thanksgiving with Zack and Bayley and all their other friends. He loved Thanksgiving and looked absolutely handsome in his shirt and tie last year when they traveled to Florida to visit Dean's family. Alexa wondered what her ex was doing today.

"Probably drinking straight gravy and joking with Matt and Sika," Alexa mused to herself, sitting on the edge of the bed with a sigh.

Nikki scooted to the edge, letting her feet dangle above the floor. She knew Alexa pretty well at this point, being able to read how she was feeling based on subtle body language and how often she breathed heavily through her lips... those perfectly pouty pink lips that Nikki desperately wanted all over her body.

Nikki's eyes widened and she smacked herself in the face. The action caused Alexa to jump and chuckle awkwardly when the two made eye contact.

"Uh... mosquito?" Nikki tried, noticing the excuse wasn't working on her friend.

"It's November, hun," Alexa stood, deciding she didn't want to let her heartbreak keep her friends waiting for her. "C'mon! We got a turkey to eat and wine to drink. Bayley says her mom sent some from a winery out in California, so it's going to be really good."

"How is she feelin' after all the stuff with Tessa?" Nikki asked.

Alexa shrugged. "It's been... I don't know. We were all kinda worried it was going to happen again, but then Tessa disappeared and nothing has happened since, so... we're kinda just moving on. If it happens again-"

"I'll eat her heart!" Nikki hissed with a cackle.

Alexa brushed the midnight strands away from Nikki's eyes, resting her palm against her forehead. "And you're burning up. No crazy Nikki tonight, ok? Please take your meds."

The less sane side of Nikki stuck her tongue out in disgust, but she still shuffled over to her overnight bag and did as she was told. She gagged overdramatically at the taste of her pills, which worked in getting Alexa to laugh a little.

"At least we're makin' her laugh," Nikki hissed in her mind, slowly feeling her better side gain control once again.

In a surprising turn of events, Charlotte's half-siblings arrived to celebrate the time of giving with their father. David and Megan were each Ric's children but didn't share a mother with Charlotte. Megan regularly kept in touch with her younger half-sister, oftentimes FaceTiming Charlotte during the year just to see how college was going. David didn't really talk to much of his family since moving to New York after graduating college. Charlotte had been completely unaware that they were coming, finding their arrival equal parts surprising and endearing.

Megan was the first to arrive. She brought along her husband, Conrad, who was a sports podcaster and journalist. Each bringing gifts of wine and pie, the eldest Flair daughter hugged her father tightly, her eyes damp with tears while the two expressed how far too long it had been since they last saw each other.

David arrived about an hour after his older sister. Though Megan was smiling and making conversation with everyone, David seemed like he wanted to be anywhere but at his dad's. It was no secret that times had been tough since his divorce was finalized and one of Ric's many companies folded and forced David out of a job. David brought along his young daughter, Lilly, the complete juxtaposition to her dad's behavior with her bright smile and easy interaction with the adults.

Charlotte and Megan offered to help Nora finish preparing the Thanksgiving feast. Charlotte chopped and sorted vegetables while her sister prepared a casserole. Ric, David, Conrad, and Becky were all in the living room watching the football game.

"How's college going?" Megan casually asked her younger sibling. "Please tell me you're still playing volleyball."

"Of course I am," Charlotte lightly shot back. "One of us has to be the athlete in the family."

Megan scoffed. "Wow! You're still the little brat I remember," she lightly nudged Charlotte with her elbow to show she was only joking. "Except now you aren't stealing my clothes and cutting my Barbie's hair."

"I did that one time!" Charlotte chuckled. "Besides, Sheila always bought you the nicer clothes."

Becky stepped into the kitchen to grab a can of soda. She set one in front of Charlotte, giving her a wink when they made eye contact. Charlotte licked her lips to hide a smile, trying not to give away how much the little gesture meant to her.

"Ok, who is that?" Megan asked under her breath.

Charlotte shrugged, still fighting her smile. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Megan leaned closer to her sister, not wanting Nora to overhear. "She looks at you the way Conrad looks at me. That's so sweet, Charlie!"

Charlotte finally broke, letting her cheeks lift as a smile stretched across her lips. "That's Becky. We've been going out for a few weeks."

"I like her," Megan praised. "She seems really nice and that accent is a nice touch."

Charlotte's heart fluttered. She didn't have a lot in common with her older sister, other than their hair color and the fact that they were siblings. Megan wasn't as much of an athlete in school as Charlotte was. Megan majored in finance, while Charlotte didn't really find the appeal behind joining the "family business." But, every once in a while, they'd bond over small things like breakfast spots, bad movies, and ice cream flavors. Her older sister's approval of Becky just made Charlotte feel wonderful.

"Thank you," Charlotte told her sister. "I like her too."

In the living room, a bad referee call had Conrad and David shouting at the TV. Ric was dead asleep in his armchair snoring up a storm. Becky was the lone person on the love seat, looking back and forth between the game and Charlotte's relatives, trying to decipher why they were so upset about the yellow flag.

"I need another beer," Conrad announced with a sigh, getting out of his seat and heading for the kitchen.

David sipped at a glass of whiskey, muttering to himself. Becky tried to act like the situation wasn't making her uncomfortable, but David's occasional side glance made her feel like he was silently judging her from afar.

The game cut to commercial. David muttered to himself and sat up. "So! Miss Red," he sputtered, turning his focus to the young woman across the room. "You and my sister, huh? How long has that been goin' on?"

Becky winced, practically smelling the alcohol on his breath from there. "Uh, about six weeks."

"Cool, cool," David took another sip. "Is she nice to you?"

"Very."

David sniffed. "You two, ya know," he made duel peace signs with his hands and mashed them together. "Clam bangin'. What's the word? Whatever you people do!"

"Excuse you?" Becky shot back, her brow pressing together with shock and anger. Never mind Nora's backhanded disapproval, but David's outright homophobia wasn't something Becky was ready to tolerate.

Charlotte dusted her dress off, making a small cloud of flour cascade around her. She smiled at her girlfriend. "How's the game?"

"Going well until David opened his fat mouth!" Becky snapped.

Charlotte crossed her arms, looking at her drunk brother. "What did you do now?"

David shook his head. "Me? Nuthin'! I was just askin' if you two were together or somethin'."

"He asked if we was 'clam bangin''," Becky told, rolling her eyes to the cosmics.

Charlotte curled her face in disgust. "Ew, David! I'm your sister!"

David threw his hands up at his side. "I'm not saying it's hot! I'm just askin' if y'all are doin' it or not."

Becky narrowed her eyes. "Oh aye. I fuck her. I fuck her good."

"Becky!" Charlotte snapped.

David groaned, shaking his head. "Fucking disgusting."

Charlotte looked between both people, not sure if she was madder at David for being a drunken moron or at Becky for letting herself be pulled into his bullshit. The youngest Flair daughter threw her hands down in a huff and stormed from the room, nearly bumping into Conrad and Megan on her way upstairs.

"Is everything ok?" Megan asked, worryingly watching her sister stomp away.

Becky sighed. "David is a dumbass. I'll go talk to her."

Lynch hurried after her girlfriend, taking the steps two at a time.

David went to sip his glass, but Megan swiped it out of his hand before he could. "What the fuck?" He demanded.

"Why do you have to be such a prick?" Megan questioned with a glare.

Nora arrived next holding a sausage and cheese platter. "I hope everyone is hungry! This is just a little something to hold everyone over until dinner is ready..." she paused, noticing two people were missing from the room. "Who are we missing?"

Megan replied. "David is a douche so Becky went to talk to Charlotte."

Nora feigned worry, though she was a little happy there was trouble for her step-daughter and her 'friend.' "Oh... that's unfortunate."

Megan left the room, taking her husband with her to the back patio. David cursed to himself and left the room also. Ric snapped awake from his nap, looking around the room for a moment before falling back asleep. Nora set the deli platter on the coffee table, to which Lilly attacked like a starved animal.

"What is with you Flairs?" Nora hissed with a slow head shake, flinching at the revolting sight of her step-granddaughter stuffing her face.