noir_canary (noir_canary) wrote in newalliance, @ 2012-11-23 12:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | black canary, tigra, zatanna |
Who: Dinah Lance, Open to Anyone Who Received Dinah's Thanksgiving texts
NPCS: Ted Grant
What: Happy Thanksgiving!
Where: Brownstone at the corner of Fox and Gardner, Gotham City, NJ
When: Early Afternoon-Evening-Whenever, November 22nd, Thanksgiving Day
Rating: PG-13
"Ted!" Dinah admonished from across the room. "You cannot dunk a turkey leg in a can of cranberry sauce and call it Thanksgiving."
The big boxer didn't respond except to give a not-really-sorry-at-all look towards Dinah and shrugged. Dinah, for her part, only rolled her eyes and tried to pretend she wasn't laughing. Laughter would only encourage him.
The living area in the brownstone was set up with a long table piled up with all the usual Thanksgiving goodies; turkey (sans one leg which was currently in the mitts of former Heavyweight Champ), green beans, macaroni and cheese, mashed potatoes, squash, way too many different kinds of pies and all of the things that the guest brought were lined up down the table, barely eeking out enough room for all of the dishes. There were plates and silverware at the head of the table (sturdy paper plates, but Dinah had dug out her mother's good silverware for the occasion).
And, since Ted had promised Wild Turkey to go with the farm-raised one, the other side of the room had a similar table spread with most libations imaginable, from straight liquor and wine to a cooler with beer. There was even a blender out if someone felt adventurous enough to make their own fancy drinks.
"Hey, Junior." Ted said after washing the dunked turkey down with his glass of bourbon.
"What's up?"
Ted looked like he might have been about to impart something mushy about family and friends that might have included an explicit reference to how proud he knew she made her parents and that as long as he was around she never had to worry about being truly alone... But instead, he held up his turkey leg in a toast, "Happy Thanksgiving, kid."
Dinah smiled and held up her own drink. "Happy Thanksgiving, Champ." She took a sip and Ted took a bite and the moment passed without either feeling the need to get all feelzies. For good measure though, Dinah changed the subject to something much more important...
"Now help me pose this cut out of Danny Rand so we can take embarrassing pictures." The first, of course, being to put his head on the cooked, one-legged turkey.