The Morgan Penthouse: Silver Stealer
Hey guys. Happy belated Thanksgiving! Okay, really belated. Sorry! In fact, Happy Holidays might be a better one to use right now. Thanks for all of the great reviews for last chapter. Here it is, the moment you've all been waiting for, the Quartermaine Thanksgiving dinner. This chapter will be longer than most of the recent ones. Cause who wouldn't spend a few extra Word pages on the Thanksgiving dinner of the Qs? Enjoy!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Outside the Quartermaine Mansion
Courtney held the pie she had made in one hand and Dillon's jacket in the other. Just in case he decided to bolt. Which his posture was suggesting he would do. The teen looked like he was getting ready for the whistle to blow and the 100 yard dash to begain.
Jason, however, seemed to have finally come to the reality that there was no way he was getting out of this. He reached forward with a frown on his face to ring the bell. They all waited a full minute with no responce. A smile lit up Dillon's face.
"They're not there. We can go now right?" he asked hopefully. But his hopes were dashed when Ned answered the door.
"Dillon, Jason, Courtney. Come on in. Sorry for making you wait. Grandfather is roping off the hallway to the kitchen. I needed his consent to get in here. He is taking no chances with that turkey." Ned explained with a shake of his head.
"When is he gonna give up? I thought that you guys never get turkey on Thanksgiving." Jason volunteered as he and Courtney dragged Dillon in. Literally.
"We don't. The pizza place is already on standby. But that doesn't stop the old man from trying." Ned explained as he lead them to the living room. He was stilll amazed that the three had actually come to Thanksgiving. No one, not even Grandmother, could acutally blame them if they canceled.
Monica looked up to see them coming in and smiled. "Good, you're here. Happy Thanksgiving. What kind of pizza do you all like?" she asked. In her hands was a pizza place menu. The other hand held a phone.
"Now now Monica. I told you. We are having turkey this year!" Edward boomed as he walked into the room. He gave Courtney a small smile and glared at his grandsons. But, luckily, he didn't seem to have any insults to throw their way for now. Chances are that it would all change soon though. This was, after all, Edward Quartermaine they were dealing with.
"I like mine plain." Jason volunteered to his mother, ignoring Edward completely. He had heard enough about Quartermaine Thanksgivings to know that he wasn't having any type of bird until he got to Sonny's.
"Young man? Are you deaf as well as brain-damaged? I said that we are having turkey for dinner." Edward turned on Jason.
Jason rolled his eyes. * I knew that he would get a few brain damage comments in here somewhere tonight.*
Dillon looked more pissed about Edward's treatment of Jason than Jason himself did. But Jason put a warning arm on his sholder to tell him to just let it go.
"Bacon on mine please Monica." Dillon told his aunt with a smirk. He wouldn't mind seeing the puffed peacock look tonight. Besides, Jason had been awesome to him. Jason had become a big brother to him, more so than a cousin. He wasn't about to let Edward get away with being a jackass to him tonight. Well, not without being one back.
"Alright, whatever you want Dillon. What about you Courtney?" Monica asked with a smile. She saw what her nephew was doing. And she was more than willing to let him. Even willing to help a bit actually.
"Anythings fine by me. I'm not too picky with my pizza." Courtney said with a smile back to the woman. Sometimes, she loved how Dillon's mind worked. Then at other times, like during his prank war with the guards, she wasn't too pleased. But right now she was having the time of her life.
Edward threw his hands up into the air. "I give up on you hellions." He muttered as he stalked out of the room.
Alan rolled his eyes, "He says that every year. Sadly, he had yet to mean it." He smiled fondly at his youngest son. Jason rarely ever step foot in the house anymore. But here he was, on Thanksgiving no less. And no doubt that it wouldn't be the best impression for him to get either.
As if he hadn't already seen them at some of their worst moments though.
"Mom, you want to call the pizza place now or later?" AJ asked. He knew full and well that there would be no turkey this year.
Before Monica could suggest placing the order now Edward through open the doors. "If everyone would meet in the dining room, dinner is ready." He said with great pride.
Dillon was suprised that the old man didn't have tears of joy in his eyes.
The whole family looked bewildered. This was something that hadn't happened in around two decades. Turkey on Thanksgiving? Who would have thought? Everyone in the room exchanged glances with eachother. They all were at a loss as to what it is they should do. Go to the dining room?
They didn't exactly have a whole lot of expertise on the subject of formal Thanksgiving.
"Well, don't just stand there. Dining room, now!" Edward ordered. He sounded as though he was leading the troops into battle. Pretty soon Reginald would have to yell "Charge!" and start druming.
Still in shock the family followed the order without too many words. Though AJ, never one to be speachless, casually leaned over to Jason and whispered. "You don't remember, but the last time we had a bird on Thanksgiving, you were in diapers. And Dad had to cut ours up for us."
Jason shook his head slowly. This family was too much.
Everyone came into the dining room to find that the plates all had place cards on them. Edward was at one end of the table, with Alan on the other. On each of their rights were their spouses. Emily was seated next to Monica, and amazingly enough, Zander was next to her. Skye sat next to Zander. Finishing off that side of the table was Ned, who would be best placed next to Edward. Him being the only Quartermaine grandson who could tolerate him, most of them time. On the other side of the table, opposite Ned, was Lila. Next to her sat AJ. Then came Dillon, who had the lesser gripe with him out of the three. Courtney was next. And Jason finished off their slightly more cramped row. He wasn't unaware of the fact he had managed to get next to Alan and across from Monica.
All of the meal was covered up in the finest of sliver. Jason looked down at his own place setting to notice something odd. His utensils were plastic. Courtney looked over and noticed too. "Jason?" she looked at him.
"I have no clue." He whispered back to his wife. Everyone else had silver. But somehow Jason had gotten plastic? He was amazed that there were even these types of things in the house. The only plastic he associated with Quartermaine was the credit card kind. Jason picked one up to examine it. Dillon caught on to the question of the moment. But he one upped Jason and Courtney.
"Hey! Why'd Jason get plastic cheap forks and stuff?" he yelled out for all to hear.
The whole table's eyes were on him. Jason had a sudden flashback to all of his previous meals here. The old urge to go upstairs to "his" room and eat the fast food that Reginald would smuggle him came into him. Supressing it he turned expectantly to Reginald, like the rest of the family.
Completely undisturbed by the groups stares, Reginald nodded at Edward. "Mr Quartermaine informed me that Jason should get plastic instead of silver."
Almost on cue the whole table moved their eyes to Edward. Dillon was pleased to see that puffed peacock was settling in. Now he had one more thing to be thankful for.
"It is common knowledge that Jason steals the silver. And I will not allow it to happen again this year!" Edward cried out. For added effect he banged his hand against the table.
Jason shut his eyes and dropped his head into his hands, the headache was sure to follow. Courtney looked slightly confused. As far as she had seen from her husband, he wasn't one to use silver. So stealing some would make no sense. And also if he did then there must be some really good hiding place in the penthouse, because when she moved in there was barely an ordinary fork in the kitchen, let alone fine dinnerware.
But yet again, it was Dillon who took the cake, reaction wise. "He's a goddamned millionare! Why would he want your silver spoons?"
Edward glared at Dillon while Skye, Emily, and Zander all tried to supress their giggles. Alan had a Jason like reaction. He covered his eyes with a hand. Sighing he was just waiting for the day to be ruined and Jason to run out.
Lila nodded to Jason. "Reggie, could you please get Jason some real utensils?"
Reginald nodded back at her and left the room to fill her request. Edward was less than please that his grandson would be getting the good stuff. "But Lila, that boy....."
His wife cut him off with a single hand motion. "Be quiet Edward." She turned to Jason and placed her hand back in her lap. "Jason, darling, I am very sorry for Edwards accusations. I believe that you have never taken any of the things in this house. I do hope you'll stay a bit longer."
Alan and Monica held their breath. They so wanted their son with them today. Dillon was also holding his breath, but for a entirly different reason. He did not want to be here anymore. And as far as he was concerned this was a bad idea from the start.
"Of course we'll stay Grandmother." Jason assured her with a smile. The smile got larger when he heard Dillon's groan.
Reginald came back out with Jason's silver. By now all of the table's occupants were more than curious and anxious. The loyal butler placed his hand on the cover to the largest plater.
He pulled up and everyone at the table sighed in contentment. It was a turkey. Fully cooked. Etible. And real. It was pre-sliced and soon no one could wait any longer.
To say that they "Dug in" was a bit of a understatement. As far as the turkey was concerned, it was a massacre. By the time everyone had attacked the slices of bird with their forks many of the people in the room were nursing thier fork inflicted stab wounds.
And for, maybe the first time in as long as they had eaten turkey, they all agreed on something. Turkey on Thanksgiving was a very good idea.
"Reginald, do tell Cook that she did a excellent job." Lila said approvingly. The meal went on without a major fight. On the contrary, things were going quite well. All were talking happily. No one stared at Jason as he ate.
Though, when AJ offered Dillon and Courtney the broccoli all three of the Morgan group burst out in laughter. Jason included to the family's amazement. They got a few intresting looks at that.
Jason's cell phone was what ended the good, turkey-induced mood.
"Really Jason, can't that damned boss of yours wait?" Edward barked down the table.
Courtney leaned over to him. "I thought you took care of everything." She said with concern.
AJ just chose to snicker at his little brother. Jason excused himself and got out of the room.
"Morgan." He barked much like Edward had. All he needed was another twenty minutes of this. And it was going way better than he thought it would. Now the remaining time would be hell. More insluts would be hurlted his way. Twenty more minutes and he would have been there for Sonny to talk to in person.
"Jason, its Francis." The guard talked in a hushed tone. In the backround he could hear Michael "And Michael."
"Hi Uncle Jason!" came the redheads cheery voice.
"Hey. Whats going on?" Jason asked. He was curious now. Why would Michael be there? And sounding happy no less. If something terrible had happened he highly doubted that Michael would be sounding that way.
"Well, Sonny went out for some more cranberries. We must have forgotten to get them or something. He turned everything off and left the kitchen. Appearantly Carly took it apon herself to turn the stove and oven back on and attempted to cook while Sonny was away." Francis started.
Jason groaned. "Oh god. What happened. Is Sonny back yet?"
"No, he is on his way. We haven't broken the news to him yet." Francis told him sadly. He knew how much Sonny loved his kitchen. And after he saw the damage inflicted to his favorite soup pot, well, he may never be the same.
"Dinner?" Jason asked almost fearfully. He had encountered Carly's cooking. It was never good. In fact, for health reasons both he and Carly had been banned from anything that went past cereal or sandwiches. But not that it really mattered, those were some of the only things they could cook anyway. Though both of them could make frozen pizza. Much to Sonny's annoyance.
"I'm sorry man. There was no hope by the time Michael found me. I wanted to let you know to forget eating light with the Qs. Go at that meal. Its the only safe one you'll get." Francis informed him regretfully. It sounded as though he was telling Jason about the death of a friend, not of a dinner. Jason had smelled the food when he left though, he knew how good dinner with Sonny's cooking would have been.
"Thanks for the heads up man." Jason gratefully said.
"Anytime." Francis shot back as he disconnected.
Jason marched back into the dining room. Dillon looked up at him hopefully. "Do we have to go?"
"Sonny went to the store for more cranberries. While he was gone Carly tried to cook." Jason said as a hurried explanation. Courtney went wide eyed. Dillon got a look of shock on his face. He had head of the legend of Jason and Carly's cooking.
"Well, is that a bad thing?" Skye asked confused. She had no idea, the lucky person. Carly's cooking could bring down a elephant. Past salad and frozen pizza, she shouldn't be trusted. And she could only do those things out of lots of practice.
All three looked at eachother.
Then they all attacked the food.
Hehe, I couldn't resist. I am again sorry for the wait. This is it people. Only one chapter left to go. Please, review!
Hey guys. Happy belated Thanksgiving! Okay, really belated. Sorry! In fact, Happy Holidays might be a better one to use right now. Thanks for all of the great reviews for last chapter. Here it is, the moment you've all been waiting for, the Quartermaine Thanksgiving dinner. This chapter will be longer than most of the recent ones. Cause who wouldn't spend a few extra Word pages on the Thanksgiving dinner of the Qs? Enjoy!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Outside the Quartermaine Mansion
Courtney held the pie she had made in one hand and Dillon's jacket in the other. Just in case he decided to bolt. Which his posture was suggesting he would do. The teen looked like he was getting ready for the whistle to blow and the 100 yard dash to begain.
Jason, however, seemed to have finally come to the reality that there was no way he was getting out of this. He reached forward with a frown on his face to ring the bell. They all waited a full minute with no responce. A smile lit up Dillon's face.
"They're not there. We can go now right?" he asked hopefully. But his hopes were dashed when Ned answered the door.
"Dillon, Jason, Courtney. Come on in. Sorry for making you wait. Grandfather is roping off the hallway to the kitchen. I needed his consent to get in here. He is taking no chances with that turkey." Ned explained with a shake of his head.
"When is he gonna give up? I thought that you guys never get turkey on Thanksgiving." Jason volunteered as he and Courtney dragged Dillon in. Literally.
"We don't. The pizza place is already on standby. But that doesn't stop the old man from trying." Ned explained as he lead them to the living room. He was stilll amazed that the three had actually come to Thanksgiving. No one, not even Grandmother, could acutally blame them if they canceled.
Monica looked up to see them coming in and smiled. "Good, you're here. Happy Thanksgiving. What kind of pizza do you all like?" she asked. In her hands was a pizza place menu. The other hand held a phone.
"Now now Monica. I told you. We are having turkey this year!" Edward boomed as he walked into the room. He gave Courtney a small smile and glared at his grandsons. But, luckily, he didn't seem to have any insults to throw their way for now. Chances are that it would all change soon though. This was, after all, Edward Quartermaine they were dealing with.
"I like mine plain." Jason volunteered to his mother, ignoring Edward completely. He had heard enough about Quartermaine Thanksgivings to know that he wasn't having any type of bird until he got to Sonny's.
"Young man? Are you deaf as well as brain-damaged? I said that we are having turkey for dinner." Edward turned on Jason.
Jason rolled his eyes. * I knew that he would get a few brain damage comments in here somewhere tonight.*
Dillon looked more pissed about Edward's treatment of Jason than Jason himself did. But Jason put a warning arm on his sholder to tell him to just let it go.
"Bacon on mine please Monica." Dillon told his aunt with a smirk. He wouldn't mind seeing the puffed peacock look tonight. Besides, Jason had been awesome to him. Jason had become a big brother to him, more so than a cousin. He wasn't about to let Edward get away with being a jackass to him tonight. Well, not without being one back.
"Alright, whatever you want Dillon. What about you Courtney?" Monica asked with a smile. She saw what her nephew was doing. And she was more than willing to let him. Even willing to help a bit actually.
"Anythings fine by me. I'm not too picky with my pizza." Courtney said with a smile back to the woman. Sometimes, she loved how Dillon's mind worked. Then at other times, like during his prank war with the guards, she wasn't too pleased. But right now she was having the time of her life.
Edward threw his hands up into the air. "I give up on you hellions." He muttered as he stalked out of the room.
Alan rolled his eyes, "He says that every year. Sadly, he had yet to mean it." He smiled fondly at his youngest son. Jason rarely ever step foot in the house anymore. But here he was, on Thanksgiving no less. And no doubt that it wouldn't be the best impression for him to get either.
As if he hadn't already seen them at some of their worst moments though.
"Mom, you want to call the pizza place now or later?" AJ asked. He knew full and well that there would be no turkey this year.
Before Monica could suggest placing the order now Edward through open the doors. "If everyone would meet in the dining room, dinner is ready." He said with great pride.
Dillon was suprised that the old man didn't have tears of joy in his eyes.
The whole family looked bewildered. This was something that hadn't happened in around two decades. Turkey on Thanksgiving? Who would have thought? Everyone in the room exchanged glances with eachother. They all were at a loss as to what it is they should do. Go to the dining room?
They didn't exactly have a whole lot of expertise on the subject of formal Thanksgiving.
"Well, don't just stand there. Dining room, now!" Edward ordered. He sounded as though he was leading the troops into battle. Pretty soon Reginald would have to yell "Charge!" and start druming.
Still in shock the family followed the order without too many words. Though AJ, never one to be speachless, casually leaned over to Jason and whispered. "You don't remember, but the last time we had a bird on Thanksgiving, you were in diapers. And Dad had to cut ours up for us."
Jason shook his head slowly. This family was too much.
Everyone came into the dining room to find that the plates all had place cards on them. Edward was at one end of the table, with Alan on the other. On each of their rights were their spouses. Emily was seated next to Monica, and amazingly enough, Zander was next to her. Skye sat next to Zander. Finishing off that side of the table was Ned, who would be best placed next to Edward. Him being the only Quartermaine grandson who could tolerate him, most of them time. On the other side of the table, opposite Ned, was Lila. Next to her sat AJ. Then came Dillon, who had the lesser gripe with him out of the three. Courtney was next. And Jason finished off their slightly more cramped row. He wasn't unaware of the fact he had managed to get next to Alan and across from Monica.
All of the meal was covered up in the finest of sliver. Jason looked down at his own place setting to notice something odd. His utensils were plastic. Courtney looked over and noticed too. "Jason?" she looked at him.
"I have no clue." He whispered back to his wife. Everyone else had silver. But somehow Jason had gotten plastic? He was amazed that there were even these types of things in the house. The only plastic he associated with Quartermaine was the credit card kind. Jason picked one up to examine it. Dillon caught on to the question of the moment. But he one upped Jason and Courtney.
"Hey! Why'd Jason get plastic cheap forks and stuff?" he yelled out for all to hear.
The whole table's eyes were on him. Jason had a sudden flashback to all of his previous meals here. The old urge to go upstairs to "his" room and eat the fast food that Reginald would smuggle him came into him. Supressing it he turned expectantly to Reginald, like the rest of the family.
Completely undisturbed by the groups stares, Reginald nodded at Edward. "Mr Quartermaine informed me that Jason should get plastic instead of silver."
Almost on cue the whole table moved their eyes to Edward. Dillon was pleased to see that puffed peacock was settling in. Now he had one more thing to be thankful for.
"It is common knowledge that Jason steals the silver. And I will not allow it to happen again this year!" Edward cried out. For added effect he banged his hand against the table.
Jason shut his eyes and dropped his head into his hands, the headache was sure to follow. Courtney looked slightly confused. As far as she had seen from her husband, he wasn't one to use silver. So stealing some would make no sense. And also if he did then there must be some really good hiding place in the penthouse, because when she moved in there was barely an ordinary fork in the kitchen, let alone fine dinnerware.
But yet again, it was Dillon who took the cake, reaction wise. "He's a goddamned millionare! Why would he want your silver spoons?"
Edward glared at Dillon while Skye, Emily, and Zander all tried to supress their giggles. Alan had a Jason like reaction. He covered his eyes with a hand. Sighing he was just waiting for the day to be ruined and Jason to run out.
Lila nodded to Jason. "Reggie, could you please get Jason some real utensils?"
Reginald nodded back at her and left the room to fill her request. Edward was less than please that his grandson would be getting the good stuff. "But Lila, that boy....."
His wife cut him off with a single hand motion. "Be quiet Edward." She turned to Jason and placed her hand back in her lap. "Jason, darling, I am very sorry for Edwards accusations. I believe that you have never taken any of the things in this house. I do hope you'll stay a bit longer."
Alan and Monica held their breath. They so wanted their son with them today. Dillon was also holding his breath, but for a entirly different reason. He did not want to be here anymore. And as far as he was concerned this was a bad idea from the start.
"Of course we'll stay Grandmother." Jason assured her with a smile. The smile got larger when he heard Dillon's groan.
Reginald came back out with Jason's silver. By now all of the table's occupants were more than curious and anxious. The loyal butler placed his hand on the cover to the largest plater.
He pulled up and everyone at the table sighed in contentment. It was a turkey. Fully cooked. Etible. And real. It was pre-sliced and soon no one could wait any longer.
To say that they "Dug in" was a bit of a understatement. As far as the turkey was concerned, it was a massacre. By the time everyone had attacked the slices of bird with their forks many of the people in the room were nursing thier fork inflicted stab wounds.
And for, maybe the first time in as long as they had eaten turkey, they all agreed on something. Turkey on Thanksgiving was a very good idea.
"Reginald, do tell Cook that she did a excellent job." Lila said approvingly. The meal went on without a major fight. On the contrary, things were going quite well. All were talking happily. No one stared at Jason as he ate.
Though, when AJ offered Dillon and Courtney the broccoli all three of the Morgan group burst out in laughter. Jason included to the family's amazement. They got a few intresting looks at that.
Jason's cell phone was what ended the good, turkey-induced mood.
"Really Jason, can't that damned boss of yours wait?" Edward barked down the table.
Courtney leaned over to him. "I thought you took care of everything." She said with concern.
AJ just chose to snicker at his little brother. Jason excused himself and got out of the room.
"Morgan." He barked much like Edward had. All he needed was another twenty minutes of this. And it was going way better than he thought it would. Now the remaining time would be hell. More insluts would be hurlted his way. Twenty more minutes and he would have been there for Sonny to talk to in person.
"Jason, its Francis." The guard talked in a hushed tone. In the backround he could hear Michael "And Michael."
"Hi Uncle Jason!" came the redheads cheery voice.
"Hey. Whats going on?" Jason asked. He was curious now. Why would Michael be there? And sounding happy no less. If something terrible had happened he highly doubted that Michael would be sounding that way.
"Well, Sonny went out for some more cranberries. We must have forgotten to get them or something. He turned everything off and left the kitchen. Appearantly Carly took it apon herself to turn the stove and oven back on and attempted to cook while Sonny was away." Francis started.
Jason groaned. "Oh god. What happened. Is Sonny back yet?"
"No, he is on his way. We haven't broken the news to him yet." Francis told him sadly. He knew how much Sonny loved his kitchen. And after he saw the damage inflicted to his favorite soup pot, well, he may never be the same.
"Dinner?" Jason asked almost fearfully. He had encountered Carly's cooking. It was never good. In fact, for health reasons both he and Carly had been banned from anything that went past cereal or sandwiches. But not that it really mattered, those were some of the only things they could cook anyway. Though both of them could make frozen pizza. Much to Sonny's annoyance.
"I'm sorry man. There was no hope by the time Michael found me. I wanted to let you know to forget eating light with the Qs. Go at that meal. Its the only safe one you'll get." Francis informed him regretfully. It sounded as though he was telling Jason about the death of a friend, not of a dinner. Jason had smelled the food when he left though, he knew how good dinner with Sonny's cooking would have been.
"Thanks for the heads up man." Jason gratefully said.
"Anytime." Francis shot back as he disconnected.
Jason marched back into the dining room. Dillon looked up at him hopefully. "Do we have to go?"
"Sonny went to the store for more cranberries. While he was gone Carly tried to cook." Jason said as a hurried explanation. Courtney went wide eyed. Dillon got a look of shock on his face. He had head of the legend of Jason and Carly's cooking.
"Well, is that a bad thing?" Skye asked confused. She had no idea, the lucky person. Carly's cooking could bring down a elephant. Past salad and frozen pizza, she shouldn't be trusted. And she could only do those things out of lots of practice.
All three looked at eachother.
Then they all attacked the food.
Hehe, I couldn't resist. I am again sorry for the wait. This is it people. Only one chapter left to go. Please, review!