Jaime and OTA
Jaime wasn't going to miss the Pack Thanksgiving. She hadn't been here long enough to know the traditions but well, she kind of figured it was going to be a horde of people who were going to eat an army out of house and home.
She was not disappointed.
And she spared everyone from her cooking, and just brought wine in varying flavors, and found a seat and dug in. She was happy to just people watch, she was still learning about everyone. It was an interesting group, from all different times, and it made things a little more fun.
Jaime couldn't be happier to be apart of the group. They were family. They were weird, awkward, hilarious and why the hell was Clay grilling shirtless? She stared for a minute then shook her head, she had no idea. Men.