Thanksgiving
Nov. 27th, 2013 10:35 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
whenyouearnitFamily was everything. It always has been for Rebekah, for all the Mikaelsons. Which is why she jumps on the idea of Thanksgiving dinner with alacrity and enthusiasm. Jesse likely hadn't realised what he'd inspire when he mentioned it, but it was too late to think about that now.
She'd invited everyone she could think of; those that were important to her, and those that were important to Hayley and Elijah as well. No expense had been spared, everything was going to be perfect from the table settings to the food.
Sadly things rarely worked out perfectly. Rebekah wasn't exactly a cook, her need for the skill minimal. A burnt and blackened turkey emerging from the oven, she'd done the only thing she knew how. She'd compelled their dinner from one of Darrow's best hotels. The Chef had willingly delivered up a roasted bird and more side dishes than Rebekah had even considered, along with pies and wine. It would be perfect, and she just hoped the wolves would ignore the scent of burnt meat on the air. Rebekah isn't planning on telling anyone about the delivery, completely planning on taking all of the credit.
She looks at the clock, tapping her foot. People should be here soon. Hopefully it all goes to plan.
She'd invited everyone she could think of; those that were important to her, and those that were important to Hayley and Elijah as well. No expense had been spared, everything was going to be perfect from the table settings to the food.
Sadly things rarely worked out perfectly. Rebekah wasn't exactly a cook, her need for the skill minimal. A burnt and blackened turkey emerging from the oven, she'd done the only thing she knew how. She'd compelled their dinner from one of Darrow's best hotels. The Chef had willingly delivered up a roasted bird and more side dishes than Rebekah had even considered, along with pies and wine. It would be perfect, and she just hoped the wolves would ignore the scent of burnt meat on the air. Rebekah isn't planning on telling anyone about the delivery, completely planning on taking all of the credit.
She looks at the clock, tapping her foot. People should be here soon. Hopefully it all goes to plan.
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Date: 2013-12-01 04:15 am (UTC)"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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Date: 2013-12-01 07:41 am (UTC)"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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Date: 2013-12-01 12:47 pm (UTC)"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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Date: 2013-12-02 05:43 am (UTC)"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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Date: 2013-12-03 04:34 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-12-04 05:09 am (UTC)"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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Date: 2013-12-05 10:01 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2013-12-06 04:11 am (UTC)"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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Date: 2013-12-09 02:23 am (UTC)"Thank you," she whispers, kissing him quickly before storming toward the sound of the crash. There's to be no mercy, not for any miscreants at her dinner.