Rebekah Mikaelson

Ric wasn't at all sure about Thanksgiving Dinner with the Original Family, but this year he had more than a little to be thankful for. Besides, he'd gotten along... not badly with Elijah or Rebekah, and Hayley had become something of a friend.

He showed up with a good bottle of bourbon for Rebekah, as a hostess gift, and hoped this shared meal didn't end up with any one getting a knife stuck in their back over dessert. Like him, because it would have been ironically appropriate.

"Thanks for inviting me," he said, sincerely.

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Rebekah trusts Alaric about as much as she can control him, which as he's now has all the powers of an Original is entirely not at all. But she's making an effort, and he's friends with people she'd rather keep on her side, including Damon. The bottle is very nice and as such she's appreciate and better disposed to his presence.

"You're welcome. If family is what we make it, I suppose we are connected." It's gracious enough a greeting, she imagines. It is the best she can manage. "Hayley likes you, so does Elijah."

She lifts the bottle, "I like this."

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Oddly, Ric trusts Rebekah just fine. That has less to do with Rebekah and more to do with the idea that she'd have an awfully hard time killing him just at the moment. If someone with that stake shows up, he'll reassess. As for liking - well, whether he's liked or not, he can sometimes see that there's a teenager under the ancient vampire, and that makes it harder than it might to really hate her.

especially after their conversation on the beach. "In some way or another," he sort of agrees, though he doesn't know what he really think about that. "You're welcome. I hope you enjoy it."

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"I think that I will. Hopefully you enjoy dinner." Rebekah has learned since being here that there are vampires that can't eat regular food. She finds that both odd and distateful. What would be the point of such a long existence without things to enjoy. "Try not to upset the pets. I mean, wolves."

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"I intend to." Not being able to eat would have depressed the hell out of Ric. Especially if it meant he couldn't also drink. He shook his head slightly at the rest of her remark, though. "...How many wolves are going to be here?" Hayley, yes, but that was plural. And he wasn't sure how he felt about it.

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"Two, three, four? I have no idea. At least another." She assumes he understands Hayley was going to be there. "If they've any other little friends, then them too."

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"Lovely," he says, somewhat dryly. "For the sake of the holiday spirit, then, I'll hope that everyone keeps their teeth to themselves and be thankful if it happens." He'd behave. His expectations for unknown werewolves and vampires mingling is perhaps a bit low.

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"We can dream," she agrees, happy that he doesn't diasgree with her in this at least. It makes things more convenient. "Can I get you a drink? That's the least I can do as hostess."

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"I'd love a drink. Then I'll find somewhere to get out of your hair so you can greet the rests of your guests." He's starting to like Rebekah, but he figures small doses of exposure to him are probably going to be more helpful than forcing the issue. It's also her party, and she is the hostess. He's happy to have been invited, though. Really happy.

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In spite of herself, she's beginning to like him too. "I have bourbon, if you'd like it."

She walks to the bar they've set up, plucking a nice bottle from further back out and offering it up for his approval.

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"You have just become my favorite person - at least for tonight, and probably in the room," he says, with an easy smile while he follows her over to the bar. "You worked hard to put this together."

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"Yes. I did." She appreciates his acknowledgment more than she cares to admit. "Here. You take this, then. I should get back to the kitchen."

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"Sure," he agree, taking the drink. "Let me know if you need help, and thanks again for inviting me."

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"Wow," Jesse said, eyeing the food on the table. It all looked amazing and smelled delicious. He had been a little unsure just what a vampire family Thanksgiving might entail but he needn't have worried, Rebekah had outdone herself.

"This is amazing. There is a ton of food here. Rebekah must have been working on this for days."

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His words both please and annoy her. Rebekah hates lying to Jesse but she wants today to be perfect. Being the consummate hostess is a part of that.

"Hardly. I had some help," she allows at the end, mentally daring Hayley or Elijah to disagree with her.

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"Well, you did an amazing job," he said, leaning forward to give her a kiss on the cheek. She really did amaze him at times with all that she could do. Jesse supposed that after a thousand years you'd have some tricks up your sleeve.

"It's awesome that you did all this for your friends and family."

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"Stop," she says, kissing him lightly so he won't compliment her anymore and she won't feel guilty about her deception. "It's strange, thinking of Hayley as family. But she deserves this. Deserves more than simply being Klaus' offcast."

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"I think everyone is going to have a great time," he reassured her. Jesse knew how badly Rebekah tried to do things "properly" and he could tell she really wanted this day to go well. He was committed to doing everything he could to make sure that happened.

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"They better if they know what's good for them." Rebekah slings her arms around his neck, happy to talk about something that isn't the dinner she didn't actually cook. "I hope you have a good time."

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Jesse laughed and put his arms around her waist, pulling her a bit closer. He was pretty sure that everyone would have a blast and get along. Rebekah wouldn't invite anyone that would risk that, would she?

"You're here, of course I'm going to have a good time."

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"You say that now. Wait until everyone's here." She's not entirely sure they'll all be on their best behavior, no matter what promises she's gotten from them. "Werewolves."

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"Like Hayley, who I think is pretty awesome?" Jesse asked, giving her a bit of a look. He knew that traditionally the two groups didn't get along but when faced with the reality of it, it was super racist.

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"Actually rather unlike Hayley. The rest are uncouth and unmeasured." She looks at the incoming guests with frustration and distaste. Rebekah doesn't hate them but also doesn't care for any of them other than Hayley.

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"But it's going to go fine," he reassured her. Jesse could imagine how taxing it was to make a meal like this knowing that it might be ruined because the guests couldn't get along. As far as he was concerned if it was a little tense that was no big deal but he knew she didn't feel the same way.

"Just relax and try to have some fun."

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"Relax, he says. A dozen people in my house all expecting to have a holiday meal together." She says it as a joke, but really it's not. She needs this to go well, badly. "You may have noticed, I'm not very good at relaxing."

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"I know all that, but I have faith in you," he said, reaching up to run his fingers through her hair, trying to sooth her as best he could. He wasn't sure how well it would work, she wasn't good at relaxing, but he was going to try his best.

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It's something, at least, and it does help albeit not that much. Rebekah allows herself a second to rest her head on his shoulder before the sound of breaking glass makes her whole body go rigid. "I will kill them."

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"You should go find out what that is," he said with a bit of a laugh. Whatever it was, it probably wasn't as big of a deal as she was going to make it out to be. Not that he was going to say that to her.

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