City Living

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a part of City Living, by BurningBridges.

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New York City is a part of City Living.

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Makalya Wright [282] "Patience is a virtue."
Holly Maddon [267]
Deja Bennie [116]
Sam Harris [95] "I'll be okay, is that what you want me to say?"

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Character Portrait: Caraline Forrester Character Portrait: Tony Garcia Character Portrait: Olivielle Margaret Dumphy Character Portrait: Sam Harris Character Portrait: Jude Demarco Character Portrait: Ted McBride Character Portrait: Jesse Hall Character Portrait: Makalya Wright Character Portrait: Holly Maddon Character Portrait: Thomas Clemns Character Portrait: Deja Bennie Character Portrait: Weston Garcia Character Portrait: Brooklyn West Character Portrait: Collin Forrester Character Portrait: Theodore Henderson Character Portrait: Loyde Pegasus Character Portrait: Rowan Davidson

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Thursday, November 24th, 2016 - 3 PM


Thanksgiving Day is a holiday typically spent between families, in homes filled with the delicious aromas of various dishes cooking in the kitchen. A game of football will go down in the backyard while dinner is prepared, or some will get an early start on watching Christmas movies that will begin to pop up on certain television channels. People will travel from all across the country to be with their families, because after all, Thanksgiving is the day to give thanks, and for a lot of people, the thing to be most grateful for is their families. However, not everyone is able to spend Thanksgiving with their families. For some, flights or transportation costs are unbearably high. Others may not have been able to get off from work for the holiday weekend, and others don't have family, or don't get along with them, at least, to go and visit. Whatever the circumstances may be, there are some people who find themselves in situations that differ from the traditional ones on the holiday, and coincidentally, that's the case for many of the residents of the fifth floor of the apartment building at 314 W 14th Street, in Manhattan, this year.

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Character Portrait: Makalya Wright Character Portrait: Holly Maddon

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Holly and Makayla had begun their day by watching the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade live. They had never done it before, and just in general, this was probably the first time that they were embracing anything related to the holiday. Holly loved holidays, and especially after Holly and Makayla started a life separate from their parents, the girl had only grown in her enthusiasm for those special days of the year. However, the first Thanksgiving that they were on their own, they were struggling a lot financially, and at that point, didn't even have cable or a television in their studio apartment to watch the parade. Makayla had probably had an exceptionally rough night the night before, so the idea of standing outside in the cold wouldn't have gone over well with her either. Last year, things were still even tighter than they were this year, and given that they had different roommates at the time who both left town, Holly and Makayla had spent the holiday in a quiet manner, almost as if it were a normal day. This year, however, things were different. A few weeks back, Cara had invited them over for Thanksgiving dinner, and ever since then, Holly wouldn't let Makayla go a day without hearing about how excited she was for the holiday. It was the first time in her life that she was going to sit down for a real Thanksgiving dinner, with turkey and mashed potatoes and stuffing and everything, and she couldn't keep her excitement over that contained, even if she wanted to.

Although Makayla wasn't all that excited to walk about sixty blocks in the brisk morning to reach the starting point of the parade, she did it anyway. Holly was always an early riser, and while they easily could have taken the subway uptown, Holly had woken up early and with an abundance of energy that Makayla was sure would lead to her waking up Sam or Deja if they didn't leave the apartment. If she had money to spare, she could have taken Holly to get breakfast at a local diner beforehand, to kill off that time, but she didn't, and so they spent a good portion of the morning leisurely walking uptown. It tired Makayla out, but then again, lately she seemed to be in a perpetual state of exhaustion, so that was nothing new to her. Besides, she decided that if she could kill off some of Holly's energy early on in the day, they would all be better off later on.

They watched the parade for a little while, but it seemed fairly short, given how long the walk there, and then back, was. Although Holly pleaded that they take the subway back, Makayla insisted that they walk, and it probably was with good reason, because by the time that they returned to their neighborhood, it was already mid-afternoon, and they weren't even heading straight home following that. They had to stop at the grocery store first. "Which one of the balloons was your favorite, Kay? I wish they had one that was like... a pink or a purple dog, with a lot of fur that was like, really fuzzy, and it was actually not a balloon but a real dog. Wouldn't that have been the best thing about the parade?" Holly mused, standing beside Makayla as they walked through the store. She was doing pretty good today about not touching everything she saw, and it helped immensely that Makayla skipped over turning down the candy aisle.

"Yeah, but you know that pink and purple dogs aren't real."

"If you put hair dye on a white dog, then they would be real. You should get me a white dog, and put red hair dye on it so that it matches me. That would be the best Christmas present ever."

"You know you're not getting a dog for Christmas, or for anything. Stop it with that. Now, what were the things that I told you we needed to pick up from here? We have the lemonade, milk, cereal, bread...?" Makayla never could remember to write out a list on paper herself. She always felt so rushed and unorganized, but she just couldn't help it most of the time. It was like she either didn't have the time to do these things, or she had the time, but not the energy.

"Macaroni and cheese! We almost forgot that and that would have been horrible. And... oh! You said we could get something to bring to Cara's house. I think we should bring cookies, I bet Cara would love that!"

Holly was right, that those were the two things that they were forgetting. Macaroni and cheese and lemonade, combined with an occasional helping of chicken fingers or a grilled cheese, seemed to wholly encompass Holly's diet. Makayla tried to get her to eat better, she really did, but with such a picky taste palate, Makayla didn't have it in her budget to constantly buy new, healthier foods for Holly, only to have her take one bite and refuse to eat anymore. After grabbing a couple of boxes of macaroni and cheese from an aisle, Makayla led Holly towards the freezer section of the store. She could have purchased the box mix, and baked cookies that way, or she could have purchased pre-made cookies, but given her options, the frozen "ready to bake" ones seemed like the best choice. The pre-made cookies would make her look lazy, she thought, and at least with these cookies, she could just brush it off to the high-standards Cara as the chosen dessert because Holly wanted to play a role in baking them. Seeing that they cost $4.50 made her cringe, but she placed them in their basket regardless. Even once they were at the register, and their total came to just over twenty dollars, Makayla tried to act unbothered. It nearly hurt her physically to have to hand the money over to the cashier, knowing that they had used up all of their SNAP benefits for the month a week or so back, but she did it anyway. She barely had any money, but what was she supposed to do? Let her sister starve? Show up to a Thanksgiving dinner, where they would be fed for free, without even a little something to offer? They were poor, but Makayla still had manners, and she knew that that was unacceptable. Cara did a lot for them, more than Makayla could ever thank her for, and even though she knew she wouldn't necessarily be able to relax tonight at her house, she did know, at least, that Holly would be fed, and that for the first time ever, they would actually be having a traditional Thanksgiving.

The grocery store that they were shopping at was only a block or two away from the apartment, so the walk home from here was much shorter. "Who else do you think Cara invited? Maybe Brooklyn? Or Weston? Or Olivi-elle-elle-elle? Or Tony? That would be fun if they came, right? Ooooh, and if Rowan comes, we can tell him how he looked just like the Elf on the Shelf balloon!" She gushed, swinging the light grocery bag she was carrying as she paced a few steps ahead of Makayla on their way up to the fifth floor. Though her legs had been tired a few minutes ago from all of the walking, thinking about how exciting the night was going to be, her energy and enthusiasm negated any lethargy her limbs were feeling for the moment.

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Character Portrait: Caraline Forrester Character Portrait: Collin Forrester

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Ideally, Cara would not have been having Thanksgiving at her apartment. She would be on the other side of town, at her childhood home, in the penthouse that she grew up in. She would probably be doing the same thing that she was doing now, getting herself physically ready for the night's events, but she would be doing it in a far relaxed manner. If her stepmother didn't think that this was the year that she was suddenly allowed to run the show, that was exactly what Cara would have been doing. However, when the woman announced that this year she would be having her side of the family at the house for the holiday, rather than her father's, Cara just had to object. It broke tradition, and considering that their family already had very few traditions to begin with, she was offended that her father would let his wife change any of them. As Cara always criticized him for being, here too, he proved to be too passive and uninterested in conflict with his wife, and so Cara was told to either suck it up, or don't come. Given her personality, it was obvious that she would choose the second option. I don't need them to have a nice holiday, she had told herself. How's he going to feel when his own kids don't show up for Thanksgiving? That'll show him what a great father he is. At the time that those thoughts were coursing through her mind, she hadn't even told Collin of the change of plans, but she was already set in believing that he would follow her lead. She would demand that he did, even if he didn't want to, just so that her point could be proven even further. Luckily for her, her brother was pretty easygoing and he obliged to her demand with little objection.

Even though she was being deprived of her traditional Thanksgiving Day festivities, Cara wasn't going to just sit back and mope. A few weeks before the holiday, she arranged for a popular restaurant in the area to "cater" her Thanksgiving dinner. It was basically placing a pickup order, but since it was for a holiday, it had to be done in advance. This allowed her to purchase a turkey, already stuffed and seasoned and delivered in a roasting pan, so that once she got it, all she had to do was place it in the oven to cook. Additionally, she ordered some typical side dishes, and then from her favorite bakery, she made sure that she had every dish that she felt was typical to a Thanksgiving dinner ordered as well. It was over the top, especially since she originally did plan on it just being her and Collin, but Cara knew that if she didn't go over the top, she would feel like the entire thing was pathetic, and a waste of time. In an attempt to gain some good karma for the new year, she had invited a few neighbors from the floor, and told Collin to do the same, but even still, she knew that the turnout would not be large enough to warrant the amount of food she had purchased. Sensibility didn't matter to Cara though. It was all about filling voids based on insecurities, and the fear of doing anything out of rhythm with what she thought was normal.

"Collin! I thought I asked you to watch the turkey!" Cara snapped, her voice oozing with annoyance as she entered the empty kitchen in a bathrobe, after only just finishing showering and blow drying her hair. According to the directions that the caterer had left them with, they were supposed to roast the turkey for three and a half to four hours. It had probably only been an hour and a half or two hours now, but Cara didn't need anything to go wrong with this, and especially since she had minimal cooking skills, she entrusted this in her brother. At least then, if something went wrong, she would have someone to blame. "If it burns, or something, I will literally kill you!"

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Character Portrait: Caraline Forrester Character Portrait: Weston Garcia Character Portrait: Collin Forrester

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Collin was in his bedroom, sitting on top of his bed with his laptop resting on his lap, when he heard his sister yelling from the kitchen. It was with a deep sigh, and a reminder that today was a holiday that was based around being thankful, that he stood up and headed to where she was. Her complaint was hypocritical enough to have him smirking, initially. Here she was, spending ten times longer than necessary pampering herself in the bathroom for a holiday dinner that would likely involve herself, him, and maybe two or three more people, all while yelling at him for not having his priorities straight. Unlike her, he had spent the afternoon doing important things, in the form of school work. He didn't think that there was any point in sitting in the kitchen for four hours straight, babysitting a roasting turkey, when he always found that he worked far more productively in his bedroom. "Am I supposed to sit next to the oven for the next two hours and babysit it, Cara? It's a turkey, not a kid. When the timer goes off, I'll take it out of the oven. Until then, I'm going to get my art history paper finished."

"You're going to be responsible for ruining Thanksgiving if you mess this turkey up, you know," Cara answered, as if that was a very serious threat. In her defense, to her, it was. She focused on things like this, where the outcome of an event meant a lot. Collin was the type who would serve chicken nuggets and think that it was a sufficient holiday meal, but Cara took things like this more seriously. She saw it as an extension of herself, and if things turned out poorly, it would only lead to her feeling badly about herself.

That wasn't a threat that was going to move Collin, mostly because he knew that he wasn't going to ruin Thanksgiving. He had followed Cara's demands right down to each and every detail, and even that was doing more than he needed to do. His father's house was going to be filled with food and people in a couple of hours, and Collin had made the decision not to go, simply to appease his sister. If anyone should have had leverage to be giving an attitude today, it should have been him, but as always, Collin tried to keep his mouth shut to prevent any unnecessary fighting. "I told you we should've seen if Tony would've cooked it for us. We could've paid her and everything. The stuff that comes out of her bar is always perfect," he reminded his sister, as he bent over beside the oven, clicked the oven light on, and peered inside, as if he really knew what he was looking for. The turkey was still in there, and there was no smoke seeping out of the cracks of the oven, so as far as Collin knew, things were going according to plan.

Cara scoffed at her brother's response, though she was glad that he seemed to be doing something to check on the main course of their meal. "And like I told you, we don't need her help. It's a turkey, not a taco, Collin."

Cara always spoke out of her ass, so Collin was used to the things that she said being bizarre and offensive, but even that was never enough to keep him from being able to roll his eyes at it. "Okay, goodbye," he retorted, knowing that that was the only response that he could give to his sister without starting World War III. He wasn't going to get into it, right now, about how she needed to grow up and learn to admit that she was petty, and disliked people like Tony for absolutely no good reason. She needed to learn to admit that other people were better her in certain aspects of life. She needed to learn how to have a filter, and think about what she was saying before opening her mouth. All of those things, and more, were things that Collin thought on a daily basis, but he had reached a point where it was easier to just let Cara be Cara, and focus on himself. As he left her and headed back to his bedroom, he did, however, send a text to Weston... just to make sure that he wouldn't have to hear Cara's mouth later on.

To: Wes
So since you have that restaurant business in your blood, tell me this - once I put a turkey in the oven, I don't really have to do anything to it until the four hours pass and I'm supposed to take it out right? No flipping it over or doing any of that shit you would do to a steak on a grill?

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Character Portrait: Tony Garcia Character Portrait: Weston Garcia Character Portrait: Collin Forrester

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As much as Tony liked to play it off like he was the sensitive one, Wes knew the truth and the truth was that Antonia Garcia was as sentimental as they came if you ignored her tough bravado. It also just so happened that she could knock a guy's teeth out in the same instance that she got misty-eyed over the idea of togetherness and family time. It was a thought that had Weston smirking even as he paid for the last minute Thanksgiving groceries that Tony had had coupons for. It wouldn't be either of the siblings' first Thanksgiving without their father. It would be, however, their first to not be celebrated with the bulk of their family in Brooklyn. Part of Tony's reasoning, when she had to explain herself to her uncles and the babies who very much liked to play-fight with Tony during the holidays, was that they needed to learn to do this on their own. It was just like when she turned down the offers for the two of them to live with their family. At the end of the day, none of the third generation could always stay in that protective Garcia bubble. At some point they would all have to learn how to do simple things like the holidays on their own, such as the cooking, baking, entertaining, house-hopping, etc. And even though Tony still shot darts with the guys or got ready for a football game, she had never strayed too far from the kitchen. Which was why Wes trusted her so much with food. They had both learned to cook in the face of their father not being a great one, but Wes firmly believed that if Tony ever wanted to go to school for something, it could definitely be in the culinary arts field. The other reason, though, was Wes - and Tony had purposefully abstained from saying it aloud, but it was obvious in her body language when she had grasped the phone at whatever was said on the other end and stated their refusal to come with finality. At least one of their aunts had a thing about Wes being conceived when their dad was technically married to Tony's mom. It was an obvious distaste, one that almost resulted in Tony coming to blows with a family member. Wes had half the mind to just say that she could go and that he'd be alright by himself; Collin had invited him to the dinner he and Cara were hosting. But Tony had bore a look of steadfast abhorrence and that had been the end of it.

So, Wes had thrown on a really thick hoodie - that, mind you, he had to steal back from Tony when she failed to hide her thieving ways in the last colored clothes wash cycle - over a long sleeved shirt to ward of the biting chill of New York November weather and has hurried out to beat some of the other last minute Thanksgiving day shoppers. While they were definitely going to hang out at Deja's apartment later on along with bringing at least a pitcher of whatever alcoholic concoction Tony felt inspired by alongside a dessert, Tony still felt it necessary to have a small meal of their own to come home to. Wes wasn't exactly against that, especially once he saw the sweet plantains she was going to fry and the peanut butter silk pie, a recipe from her mom's book, chilling in the fridge. Even thinking about the decadent dessert had Wes' stomach grumbling its disdain at not being fed before they left, but he ignored the sound with a small blush at the cashier's knowing smirk and paid for the purchases. Two bags in tow, Wes started to head on home and was only halfway down the first block when his phone vibrated in his back pocket. He had to switch one of the bags to his left hand, but he figured things out enough to see the message from Collin, smirk and then responded. A second later he sent the follow-up text to Tony, just in case she needed to search for the injector that Collin would need. While Wes was pretty sure she'd feel some type of way for helping Cara, she'd feel more inclined if it Waac about Collin since out of the two, she actually liked him. The uppity bitch, he heard her say in his head, could choke.

To: Collin
Most turkeys dry quickly, so Tones usually lets the turkey for that first hour and a half with the breast side down so that it could soak in the juices at the bottom of the pan for awhile. That way, when you flip it back over, all you gotta do is take a spoon and pour some of the juice from the bottom on top just to keep it moist periodically. If you didn't flip it at all or it was never turned with the breast down, you could get a flavor injector to get the juices and inject it from the top. Not home right now, but Tones is and she should have a spare one. Text her.

To: Tones
Collin might need that flavor injector. You still got the spare from dad right?

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Character Portrait: Tony Garcia Character Portrait: Sam Harris

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xxx"should i spell it out for you?
xxxno one here is bulletproof.
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xxxbattle. battle on through."
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When Sam had been a kid, Thanksgiving had been one of her favourite holidays. Christmas was kept to the individual families, but Thanksgiving was when they really got together. Sam's maternal grandparents had had the most room, so both sides of the family travelled to her house every year. There was always piles and piles of wonderful food and they'd always watched the parade together, one big happy family unit. When Sam's father had died, they'd tried to keep that going. It became a bit of a refuge for Sam, somewhere where she could avoid her mother for the entire weekend if she tried hard enough.

Then, once she left home, she'd ignored Thanksgiving altogether. It hurt too much. Last Thanksgiving was the first face-to-face interaction she'd had with her mother in a year or so. It had been strained at times, but on the whole, she'd been glad. However, once again, she was spending Thanksgiving away from her family. Her mother was spending Thanksgiving with her new partner's family, and Sam figured that her presence would only make things awkward. It was awkward enough bringing a new partner home for Thanksgiving, let alone said partner's daughter as well.

But even if she wasn't spending it with her biological family, she wasn't spending it alone either. It seemed like nobody on the fifth floor was actually spending Christmas with their family, unless their siblings just so happened to live with them too. It wasn't going to be the Thanksgiving that Sam knew- but that didn't feel like it was a bad thing either. It was something different, at least. And at least she wouldn't be sitting in her room eating whatever junk food she could find and crying over movies that weren't even that sad.

Tony and Weston had invited her for dinner at theirs, so Sam was currently on a hunt for something to bring with her. She didn't know if she was expected to or even if it would be eaten, but she also wasn't going to turn up empty handed. She'd been raised better than that. She eventually decided on her father's brownies. They were simple, but Sam had tried many brownies in her time and never found anything better.

They were in the oven when she also decided to bring a drink of some kind, so she headed out again, pulling a leather jacket on over her shirt and pulling her hat low over her ears. As she walked, she texted Tony.

To: Tony
Brownies are baking, gonna pick up some drinks, anything in particular you want me to get?

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Olivielle's day started today, like she started every day.

Liv's eyes slowly fluttered open. She glanced at her Betty Boop alarm clock that glowed a pretty pink in the dark. 3:05 A.M. Liv rolled out of bed, walking slowly towards the bathroom, the carpet tickling her tired feet a little. She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes, as she glanced in the mirror. Golden brown hair splayed in all different directions, and refused to be tamed, and hazel eyes, with more green this morning than blue, still looked in need of sleep. She smiled at her reflection and shook her head as she ran her fingers through her hair. Yep. only a shower would tame this beast...but that would have to wait. She threw her hair into a pony tail and dressed in a pair of yoga pants, a sports bra, a tank, and a small pack before she set out for her morning run.

There on the streets, she feel free. Living in America is a fantastic privilege; living in New York City is something even better. Liv took in the sights every day as if it where her first day again. The buildings are so astonishingly tall and eye-catching. These buildings encompass the most distinctive architecture she had ever seen in her lifetime. As she made her way down the city street, she felt somewhat overwhelmed by people walking and talking in scores of different languages.

Olivielle stopped halfway through her run, like she did every day and took a sharp left into an alley. She stopped at a pile of boxes and tapped lightly on the top.

"Go away!" a rough voice growled.

"Teddy its me" Olivielle said with a smile.

"Go A W A Y." He said

"I brought breakfast" Olivielle said. An older bearded man stuck his head out of the box, a frown on his face.

"why do you keep coming around?" He grumbled, irritated, as he accepted the bag with a breakfast sandwich in it.

"Because I enjoy your company"She said with a smile.

"Gah..." He grumbled was he gave her a wink.

"You know, its getting cold out, I could put you up in a hotel for a few nights, until you get on your feet--" She started to say but he waved her off. She knew not to push the subject, and she was sure he would go to the shelter they had met at soon.

A small scruffy brown dog came running out, barking and wagging his tail at her.

"Good morning Charlie, whose a good boy?" she asked asked as she scratched behind his hears and gave him a treat from her bag.

"I have plans tonight so I wont be by... but here..." She said as she pulled out forty dollars and handed it to him. She knew she couldn't really afford it but she was better off than he at this point so she didn't really care. She would figure out the rest later.

"I have to get back...I'll see ya" She said with a wave as she started off again.

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The day went by rather quickly, she got off work just in time to prepare for the days festivities. She felt thankful she was invited to not just one, but two different Thanksgiving days celebrations. She had decided she would stop by and thank Cara and Collin for their invitation but she would ultimately be spending the day with Deja and her crew.

Once home she started dance baking, one of her favorite pastimes. She be-bopped along to one of her favorite songs Dorothy's Raise Hell.

"Young blood, stand and deliver
No need for a queen affair
Young blood, gotta pull the trigger
When the whole world running scared" She sang along happily before sipping a little bit of cheap black berry Merlot.

She made what used to be her brother's favorite pie, a tradition they had shared long ago. Rhubarb and strawberries from scratch, with whip cream for a topping. One for Cara and Collin and one for Deja. She finished just before 3:00 P.M. Thank g o o d n e s s. She had time to shower and get ready for the evening.

Liv dressed in a simple 50's style dress and black heels. She found she had a little bit of time before she had to go, so she took a seat with a sigh of relief and pulled out her psychology text book in hopes of getting some studying done. She had a paper due on Seasonal Affective Disorder and its Effects. She had chosen to take on why is it that in dark, cloudy weather people tend to take on a gloomy personality, and why suicide rates drastically increase during the winter months. She sighed contented, and started reading.

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Character Portrait: Olivielle Margaret Dumphy Character Portrait: Sam Harris Character Portrait: Thomas Clemns

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For all their attempts at reconciliation, Thomas still could not visit his mother for Thanksgiving. It all came down to an apology. His mother wanted one and he refused to give it. He felt the whole thing was hypocritical. Their entire family loved alcohol and his father being killed by a drunk driver never changed that. Still, she had drawn the line in investing money in liquor and Thomas refused to admit he had any responsibility for drunk men doing stupid things
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Thus, he found himself walking down the the aisle of a liquor store, looking for something high class to gift his host and friends with. It was fortunate that many of his neighbors had similar issues. He took out his phone and texted.

To: Olivielle

I'm grabbing the liquor for the dinner. Is there anything you'd like.


With a slight grin, he picked out a bottle or real Russian Vodka. He could never drink more than a small glass straight, but he loved screwdrivers. Maybe he did have a slight problem, but that was irrelevent. He never showed up in public with a hangover and he did not drink and drive.

"Maybe I should have invited Mike to come along... But that would leave Mom alone," he mused quietly to himself.

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Character Portrait: Tony Garcia Character Portrait: Holly Maddon Character Portrait: Brooklyn West

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Brooklyn had just gotten back to the apartment building, after spending a few hours at the gym. She considered going straight back to her own apartment, but knowing that Cara was working on some Thanksgiving dinner that was sure to be over the top, Brooklyn decided that avoiding the apartment for as long as possible was her best bet. It would probably be a surprise to some, but she was perfectly content with eating the food that "the other woman" who had destroyed her relationship was making. In Brooklyn's mind, it made sense to take advantage of Cara as much as possible now. She would eat the food that the girl paid for, drink her liquor, and do her best not to kill her. It wasn't like Brooklyn had too many other options, anyway. The only family that she had left was her mother, and she hadn't seen that woman in seven years. She was used to just spending holidays with Nick, and sometimes Jude, if he had nothing better to do, but Nick was the last person she wanted to see today. It wasn't like she didn't have other friends who would have her over, but Cara's made the most sense in Brooklyn's mind, because she wanted to use up everything that she could take from Cara, as if it would somehow even out what Cara took from her.

Makayla and Holly were standing outside of their apartment when Brooklyn got to the top of the steps, and though she walked around them quietly, without saying a word, she knew that escaping conversation would be too good to be true. It took less than a second after Holly noticed her heading towards Tony's door, for Holly to curiously pipe up, "Why are you going to Weston's? Did he invite you over?"

"His sister did," Brooklyn answered, though it wasn't exactly true. Brooklyn hadn't spoken to Tony today, but when they lived right across the hall from each other, Brooklyn didn't feel like a text was necessary before stopping by. It probably spoke to how comfortable and entitled she often grew to feel, like people had to accommodate her thinking that she could do whatever she wanted, but it wasn't doing in a malicious way. If anything, Brooklyn wanting to hang out with you signified that she liked you more than the other 99% of the people that she knew. In her eyes, it was a compliment, even if it didn't always translate as one. She was ready to knock on Tony's door, but paused for a second, as she smirked and turned back towards Holly. "Would you be jealous if he did, though?" Admittedly, Brooklyn liked riling up Holly when she could. The girl did a good job at getting under her skin, so the least that she could do was repay the favor... And if sometimes it seemed like Holly was possessive over Tony's brother, since he was her friend to walk home to school with, then sue Brooklyn for poking fun at Holly about it. She deserved to get a laugh at the girl's expense from time to time.

"No, I'm not jealous. Me and Makayla are making cookies! If you're lucky, we'll let you have one when we go to Cara's house later!" Holly answered enthusiastically, following Makayla into their apartment now that her sister had found the key to unlock the door with.

Brooklyn raised her eyebrows at that, feigning interest, though she really wanted to roll her eyes, because of course, it was her luck that Holly would brush over the insinuation about Weston now, in favor of focusing on something far more innocent. It was a remark that was very typical of Holly, who seemed to be too innocent for her own good, so while disappointed, Brooklyn couldn't really be surprised. "Sounds good," she answered, less interest present in her voice now as she spun back around and knocked on Tony's door, before going ahead and jiggling the doorknob right after that, and finding it to be unlocked. She let herself in, only hoping that Tony was home, and not just Weston. "The neighborhood's favorite bitch has arrived, here to wish the Garcias a happy Thanksgiving even though they were too rude to wish me one first!" she announced as she stepped inside and shut the door behind her. Music was playing inside, and given the layout of the apartment, Brooklyn only had to take a few steps inside to see the Garcia she was hoping for, in the kitchen. While the music might have been the first thing that Brooklyn's senses paid attention to upon opening the door, the mouthwatering aroma that filled the room was what really took her attention. "Look at you, all wifey material up in here. Having a party that you forgot to invite me to?" she mused playfully, helping herself to a seat at the table that allowed her to still see the brunette.

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Character Portrait: Caraline Forrester Character Portrait: Jude Demarco Character Portrait: Collin Forrester

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Jude hated getting up early, especially when the weather was cold and unpredictable. The young brunette would rather stay in his comfy bed curled in his fluffy blankets. Jude, of course, preferred his bed to have a woman in it, but loneliness would have to do for a while. He was far too busy taking on new commissions to feel like he could give the right girl the attention she deserved. It also didn't help that he was sharing a room with Collin. Don't get him wrong, Jude was a big fan of his roommate, but the idea of girlfriend seemed nice.

Regardless, he had vowed that this year he would get up and take pictures of the parade. There he would capture the joy of excited school children, chilled noses, and of course the wondrous floats. Jude was dressed in one of his typical minimalist outfits. He bundled up with a couple layers including his handy grey t-shirt, a tattered navy blue sweater, and his cargo jacket. His legs embraced the chill of the morning as he only wore a pair of black jeans and his beat up boots.

Jude splurged on the subway and got himself situated in the crook of 34th and Broadway before the sun way even up. Already, the streets were filled with bodies of anticipation and laughter. Soon, with a little charisma and a lot of luck, Jude was taking beautiful pictures of the people around him. Along his way he met a single mother and son who were from Arkansas. They had always wanted to see the parade in person, and they had saved up just enough to visit. Jude met people from Jersey and the surrounding areas, along with New York City natives, all of which shared same excitement as the visitors. Clearly, despite the chill, today was a day of togetherness and warmth.

Jude mused about his own family during the parade. His parents had sent him a small card with some money in it, but that would be all he would hear from them. Lucky might call, but it was unlikely now that he was living in Hollywood, making a living by dating washed up celebrities. The twins were still in high school, so they didn't even really care about Jude's whereabouts.

The parade was other before Jude knew it, he was having such a great time listening to people's stories and taking their pictures. There was nothing that Jude loved more than getting shots of real people. So, with plans to endure a Thanksgiving dinner put on by Cara, Jude moseyed back to the apartment building.




Jude debated knocking on Liv's door, knowing that she would be interested in his little adventure, but noticing the time was past 3:00pm he decided against it. Cara had never told Jude the exact time of her dinner, but it was traditionally early and he didn't want to be late. An invitation had been extended from Deja, a thanksgiving that Jude would thoroughly enjoy, but he thought it best to stick with Ms. Forrester. Jude was on thin ice with Cara, and he wanted to make sure she wasn't going to toss him to the curb before the weather got better.

"Hello, Ms. Forrester," Jude said brightly as he came through the door. She was standing in just a robe in the kitchen, and despite Jude's distaste for her personality, she was quite lovely to look at. "I got some great shots at the parade," he said meekly after clearing his throat, trying to make casual conversation. Jude made his way to the bedroom before she could say something nonsensical to him. "Smells great!" He said over his should before disappearing into his shared bedroom.

"Hey," he said to Collin. "When's dinner? I have some great shots but I did most everything with film so they need to be developed." Putting his gear neatly away, Jude silently wished that this whole Thanksgiving dinner would pass quickly. Jude wasn't really in the mood to listen to Cara gab about... Whatever it is that Cara gabs about.

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Character Portrait: Tony Garcia Character Portrait: Sam Harris Character Portrait: Jesse Hall Character Portrait: Weston Garcia

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Tony could still remember walking downstairs on Thanksgiving morning because she had heard her mom move at 5am and even though the hardwood floors felt somewhat cold beneath her tiny feet, she padded into the kitchen in time to see her mom pull out the Pavochon she had been letting marinate since Tuesday. She remembered learning how to cut up the platanos (Wes insisted on calling them plantains, but that was because he first learned English unlike Tony) to be fried, and how to stir the arroz con gandules so that her mom could focus on the mofongo stuffing. While she had definitely always found a way to escape later to tackle Ricky like she claimed her team was going do to his, or adamantly sat on her father's lap so they could sneak what were supposed to be appetizers but were really just bits of dessert they had stolen, Tony had never strayed far from the kitchen. Which was why she couldn't not cook up the traditional food her mother had - not just to give Wes that sense of normalcy as she would tell him when asked why she was so excited, but for herself. Thanksgiving while Weston had been growing up had been great, sure, but Nora's presence was notably gone. And during their first Thanksgiving away from the majority of their family, Tony wanted the presence of her mother. She just didn't know how to word that without Wes giving her that patented sympathetic look followed by the annoying insistence that she needed a hug.

So, the second Tony had woken up, she had showered and thrown on a gray sports bra with black shorts under a gray hoodie she had stolen from Jesse about three week she ago. Since Tony hadn't planned on putting the bird in first, she started the desserts in the morning over a bowl of cereal. No amount of love for either Collin or Brooklyn were going to be enough to make Tony want to sit through a dinner with Cara, but she was at least going to send Weston (he had more of an incentive to go anyway; he and Collin were really good friends) over with a chocolate pie topped with a homemade meringue and encased with her mother's recipe for a graham cookie pie crust. Said pie was cooling on one of the counters beside the apple Dutch pie she was taking to Deja's dinner, while the turkey sat in the oven, only having been in there for an hour. Luckily for Tony's Betty Crocker holiday spirits, Tony had made sure to start saving up for the Thanksgiving splurge back in May, having budgeted ahead of time. She had did similar before joining the Reserves and dealing with her Dad getting behind on his bills, so it hadn't been a noticeable loss or anything. Before Tony's had realized it, they were out of milk, needed oil if she was going to be frying anything, and needed a few choice spices. Which meant Wes needing to go on the store run. It wasn't like he was doing much anyway.

Tony had honestly, though, been in the middle of deciding whether or not she was going going to steal an early slice of the peanut butter silk pie when she heard a familiar voice over the music that's had eclipsed the silence. Peeking over her shoulder from the open fridge door, Tony grinned, her lips still wrapped around the mouth of the second beer she had consumed thus far. Grinning around the bottle, Tony took it out of her mouth to retort, "Bitch, bye! You knew you were invited a week ago." Smirking, Tony nodded to the collection of bottled alcoholic beverages that took up about half of the counter space beside the sink. "I'm cutting myself a slice of the peanut butter silk pie. If you want a piece, let me know, but I'm making the jungle juice for Deja in a minute if you want a cup."

Tony then turned back to the fridge and pulled the dessert out, setting it on the empty space on the counter she could find. Just as Tony reached for a knife, she felt her phone vibrate in her hoodie pocket and pulled it out to see messages from Sam and Wes. Rolling her eyes about the latter, she replied but not without sending a text to one of her best guys.

To: Sam
Just triple sec if you can. Gonna make 2 pitchers of jungle juice and I can't send Wes to the store for it.

To: Jesse
Should I be jealous? You planning on showing love to another woman's food and not mind? I thought I was your girl babe

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Character Portrait: Tony Garcia Character Portrait: Brooklyn West

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Brooklyn was glad that Tony seemed to be in a good mood. It wasn't because the girl normally wasn't, or even that Brooklyn would have left if she wasn't in a good mood today, but she was just happy to see that her friend didn't seem overwhelmed. She rarely ever showed it, but Brooklyn did care about her friends. She knew that Tony had a lot on her shoulders. She had a bar to keep afloat, and to her, that was more than just keeping a business open. It was a legacy, and it meant more to her than someone who just purchased or took over a new bar. On top of that, she had the responsibility of caring for her brother, and making sure that he was okay, all while trying to balance normal, everyday responsibilities on her shoulders. It was a lot, and Brooklyn could recognize that, even if she wouldn't recognize it aloud. Given that she no longer had a traditional family situation either, she understood how holidays could make people in their situation even more stressed out than they normally were, so she was glad to see Tony smile behind the beer bottle upon her arrival. "And you knew that you were invited to my Thanksgiving a week ago too!" she combated, pretending to be serious, though she knew Tony would see through that, especially since they had already discussed that it was Cara who was running whatever was going on in her apartment. "I have a turkey and everything in the oven, and you're just gonna try and one-up me like this. I knew you were a bitch from the day I met you, though. Can't say I'm surprised," she sighed, shaking her head dramatically.

She contemplated for a moment, over whether she wanted to start drinking yet or not, but ultimately stood up to grab a bottle of beer. Once opened, she took a sip and thanked herself for allowing herself the early start today. She was more of a liquor or wine girl over beer, but beer was an easy way to start the night. That was the key for Brooklyn, to start slow. It wasn't like she was planning on getting wasted tonight anyway, given that there was a good chance she would be called into work later on, but even if she didn't, she didn't want anything more than a nice buzz to get her through the night. If she drank beer first, at least she would feel fuller than she would with the other alcoholic choices, and she would likely end up drinking less. "I'll stick with this, thanks," she responded, sitting back down with her drink now. The pie did look good, and given that Brooklyn had only had a piece of fruit for breakfast (which was actually around lunch time, since she had gotten up late), she was hungry, but she could wait. She was planning on eating as much as she wanted once Cara served dinner, and especially if she was working later, she didn't need to overeat and feel bloated and disgusting. "Where's Wes? I saw Holly in the hallway and she said that they were dating now, and that she was going to come by in a little to hang out with him. Oh, and that she had twenty new stories to tell you for the next three hours," she lied, though probably noticeably, and only out of the intentions of provocative amusement.

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Character Portrait: Jude Demarco Character Portrait: Weston Garcia Character Portrait: Collin Forrester

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Back in his room, Collin only had a minute or two of alone time before Jude came in. Collin smiled at the guy's presence, but was preoccupied with his phone, and Weston's response, for a good minute following it. Once he answered Wes, saying, "Okay, might not need it. I followed the instructions from the restaurant she had it delivered from but then again I'm gonna hear shit even for doing exactly what she said. I'll text her in the next 10 if I need it. Thanks." As he read over the sheet that the restaurant had left them with, it did seem pretty simple. It came pre-seasoned and stuffed, and in some sort of seasoning mixture that had filled the bottom of the roasting pan when he put it in, so Collin assumed that if the acclaimed restaurant that Cara was so insistent on purchasing from said that was all they needed to do, then that was it. Then again, Wes and Tony knew food, so Collin was sure that if nothing else, the extra bout of flavor could only help the dish, even if it did come out tasting great to begin with. Even so, though, Collin was sure that if Cara found out he was asking Tony for any help, she would throw the turkey in the trash can, and call off the holiday. As dramatic as that sounded, Collin was one hundred percent serious when he envisioned it. It was something his sister would be capable of doing.

Now, tossing his phone onto his bed, Collin responded to Jude. "At this rate, who knows," he admitted sheepishly, running his hand through his hair, in a habit that seemed to be related to stress, lately. "The turkey should be ready in two hours, maybe a little bit less, but I think Cara has appetizers or other things she's gonna put out beforehand. I think Makayla and Holly will be here around 4:30, so by then some of the stuff should be ready, but yeah, you totally have time to do whatever you need to do," he acknowledged as he sat back down on his bed. He was halfway through his paper, but now that Cara had left him in a more bitter mood, he didn't know if he would be able to get anything worthwhile done until after dinner. He wasn't the kind of person who worked well under any sort of pressure, so even being in a stressed out mindset that was completely unrelated to his school work meant that he would likely struggle to finish the thoughts he had started just minutes ago. "I'm surprised you're even gonna stick around for it," he continued, smirking some now as he glanced towards the guy. Collin didn't think that Jude and Cara had any real tension, but Jude was undeniably close with Brooklyn, so that automatically must have put him in a weird spot once the whole Nick fiasco went down. "Figured you'd be off doing something with Brooklyn," he said, oblivious to the fact that Brooklyn was planning on eating dinner with them too. If he had known that, his stress levels would have been ten times worse than they were. Cara and Brooklyn had managed to live together for the past month, sure, but they did so by mostly avoiding each other. Having to be in the apartment all night, with the two of them literally sharing a meal at the same table, couldn't end well. For them, or for Collin's blood pressure.

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Character Portrait: Deja Bennie Character Portrait: Theodore Henderson

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Location: Apartment 5B
Hex Code: #7c6d96
Theodore and Deja had a very eventful day yesterday. It was filled with shopping, and setting everything up for Thanksgiving and the festivities that went along with the holiday. Even though Deja had offered for Theo to stay the night, her apartment was already filled up with bodies and he didn't want to intrude on anybody, so he had declined her offer and went back to his apartment and just slept there.

For once in Deja's life she was prepared for something. Today she was going to cook her very first Thanksgiving dinner. Normally this is something a young twenty-something year old would be worried about, but not our dear friend Deja. Unlike many of her friends, she actually loved slaving over a new found recipe and making sure everything was just so. Deja liked cooking for many reasons. For one, it was a tactile art, and it was painfully clear that Deja was a kinesthetic person. Second, it was nice to actually finish something she had started, this feeling of accomplishment was one that Deja rarely got to experience. She was always only making it half way with her modeling career, and she rarely finished any of her crafty hobby pursuits, and don't even get her started on the unfinished business of her social life.

Deja woke to a silent apartment, she wasn't sure if her roommates were out or if they were sleeping. She had heard Holly talk about going to the parade, but didn't know if Kay would put up with the walk and crowd. Regardless, Deja had plenty of work to do. The tall blonde hurled her hair into a messy bun as she scooped herself out of bed. In the kitchen Deja peered at the turkey, it was spread eagle on the counter, thawed and ready to be roasted.



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Theo was up and about now, sitting on the couch and watching the Macy's Thanksgiving Parade, which was an event that he had never missed since he has been in New York even though it's been about a year or so now. Theo had managed to keep the television volume down so that he wouldn't wake up his roommates, if they were still there or not. Once the parade was over, he had went to get ready to go over towards Deja's apartment to see if she needed anymore help with anything. Once he was done with getting ready, he left a note on the counter in the kitchen to let Jesse and Rowan know that he was going to be at Deja's for the time being. Theodore walked a few feet towards her apartment and knocked on the door, waiting for someone to open the door.

Deja had been cooking by herself for hours. The tall blonde had the parade playing as she cooked for a little while, but resorted to dancing her way through the second half of her dishes with no music playing. Honestly, Deja was just so excited for a nice Friendsgiving that she had too much physical energy to just cook. "Sweet bippity boppity," Deja cursed as she jumped from the sound of knocking. Deja swung the door open to find the ever wonderful Theo standing there. "Oh, come in, come in!" She said in the best British accent she could muster. Theodore honestly loved it when Deja talked in her British accent. It was kind of funny to hear. When she hugged him and kissed his cheeks, of course it felt a little weird to him but then again, he didn't even mind it. Before Theo could even think about stepping inside Deja returned to her natural self, wrapping her hands around his neck and kissing both his cheeks. "Thanks for helping me set up, Theo!"

Deja returned to the kitchen with a little dance, turning around just in time to say "I am so excited! We've got everything in order. The turkey, the mashed potatoes, yams, green bean cassorole, homemade rolls, cranberry sauce, and a salad for those poor unfortunate souls who are keeping an eye on things."

Theo had told her that she was welcome for him helping her and then once she named off everything that was already prepared, he raised a brow towards her then tapped his chin with his index finger.

"So, no cake?!" Theo kind of shouted towards Deja. "What kind of woman are you? There has to be a cake!" Good thing it was Deja because she knew not to take his words so seriously. "Who has cake for Thanksgiving?! That's like... blasphemy! It's pie, Theo, pie all the way." Deja argued playfully. Theo couldn't hold back his chuckle as he eyed Deja and gave her a small side hug. "Just kidding with you. Everything looks great and delicious. Whose all going to be here?" Theo muttered towards her as he went over towards the cabinets and grabbed plates then went and grabbed knives along with some forks so that he could set the table. He has been over there plenty of time to know where everything is. Deja helped Theo as she answered him, "I invited..." She took a moment to see her mental list, "Uh, you. Obviously. Tony and Wes. Jude, but he's got to make amends with Psycho Barbie Bitch. Liv and Thomas, because BFF and beautiful man. Uh... Sam, who's not coming, and Rowan, who hasn't responded yet. So we'll see."

As Theo and Deja were setting the table, he listened to her as she started to name off some names. He nodded his head at some of the names then groaned softly at the last one. "Some of those names are great but Thomas, hardly know the guy. He is beautiful though." Theodore responded as he set down the final plate, knife and fork then stood beside Deja now, folding his arms over his chest. "I said, we make a great setting the table team." Nudging her playfully then walking back to the kitchen, Theo eyed over the dishes before him and licked his lips. "This all looks very tasty, to be honest. You did a great job, Deja." He commented while he leaned against the counter now.

"Thaaaanks, babe!" Deja exclaimed. She was so happy that she was already getting compliments on her cooking. Despite her wildness there was something domesticated in her. "But don't touch any of it until everyone else is here!" she warned. Deja quickly covered everything or plopped then into the heating drawer to keep them nice a toasty. "Hey," she said, "I gotta get ready before everyone comes. I'm so excited, I got a fucking turkey hat!!"

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Sliding her phone back into the pocket of her hoodie, Tony focused on cutting the pie, deciding to go with slicing up the dessert now so that all of the cuts would be even. Luckily, by the time Brooklyn had called her a bitch, the cutting was done because Tony was pretty sure she would have nicked herself from how hard she laughed. Had she been high school Antonia, Tony was very much aware that she and Brooklyn would have never become as comfortable in one another's presence as they currently were. In fact, Tony was pretty sure they would have had to duke it out during that first month of her and Weston staying in the building because her during her high school days was brash, sensitive, and abrasive - barely constrained and easy to rile. Though still abrasive and a touch audacious, she was tempered enough not to take everything you seriously and Brooklyn's brand of tough girl magic, as Tony called it, spoke to her own.

Reaching into the cabinet under the sink where she had stowed away paper plates to minimize on the dish washing, Tony ripped the plastic covering to fetch a plate, closed the cabinet, and retrieved a slice of pie from the pie dish. She put the knife in the sink and the pie back in the fridge, humming in delight as she's licked the whipped cream that gathered on her finger during the slicing process. "Your loss," she mused, taking a fork from the dish rack, grabbbing her fork and plate, along with her half-finished beer and headed over to the table the blonde was occupying with the beer she decided on. While Tony knew that not a lot of people favored beer much, not when they could have syrupy sweet alcoholic beverages, she had grown up surrounded by beer drinkers. She had also grown picky about it, which is why she usually stuck to the North Coast Old Stock Ale and kept it around the house. She didn't even bother getting a large shipment of it for the bar to avoid dealing with the older beer drinkers who claimed it wasn't as bitter as the real beer that stayed in their hands. It was good enough for her with its slightly effervescent mouthfeel and soft carbonation. Plus, it's sweet maltiness intermingled with notes of caramel and long, slightly bitter finish warmed her the way drinking whiskey did.

Tony snorted softly at the idea of Wes and Holly as she took a seat, shaking her head in mild amusement. It wasn't even a slight against Holly; she was such a pretty little sweetheart. It still surprised her, even with the girl's childlike mannerisms, that Makayla didn't have to bat at least some of the guys in Holly's grade away. "Yeah right," she scoffed on a grin, digging in to get a forkful of pie. "Pretty sure baby girl is missing a few choice parts to be Wes' type, but ok. I'll let him know his status change when he's back from the store. Needed a few things." Tony popped the forkful into her mouth, sliding the fork out through her tightly-pressed, full lips on a soft moan at the texture of the creamy filling combined with the crumbly crust at the bottom. "Damn, I'm good," she commented off-handedly. Tony pointed at Brooklyn with her fork as she continued to speak. "Look, you can go on and reject my very welcome and gracious invitation to sit at a table with a bitch you don't like all you want. Just don't be surprised when you hear that my food is better cuz I warned you." Tony was being notably playful, though she wasn't in the company of those she would like to think she was being playful. With Brooklyn, she didn't have to care. At the same time, Tony didn't actually wish a bad dinner for Cara, though that was more for the benefit of those who were going to partake in whatever feast the girl had planned. Even though Tony was partly serious about thinking her meal was going to be better.

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Character Portrait: Olivielle Margaret Dumphy Character Portrait: Jude Demarco Character Portrait: Collin Forrester

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Jude shook his head in response to Collin. "I can't just bail..." Jude trailed off in thought for a moment. He imagined what his Thanksgiving dinner would be like at Deja's house, with all of her antics and big, bad jokes. There, friends would gather in all their strangeness and be perfectly happy with one another. But Jude had to be there for Brooklyn. He also knew the importance of kissing someone's ass, and Cara was in need of some major cheek smooching. Or at least that's how Jude saw it. He needed to live in this apartment, no matter how toxic Cara was.

"Brooklyn is trying to suck up and she needs me here," he said simply. "Deja is having a thing, but I don't think Brooklyn would do well in prison, so I'm staying here." Jude wasn't really sure what he was saying, but he figured that Collin would understand. After all, Collin had been living with Cara for most of, if not all, of his life. If there was someone who could tolerate her, it was Collin. Though Jude often wondered what kind of Cara would lead if her precious little brother also started treating her how she treated him and everyone else.

Jude gathered his film and began packing up another bag. Unfortunately Jude didn't have a dark room in the building so he had to go a couple blocks down at Jeff's, an old friend of his."And Deja was going to invite you, but I told her that Cara was hosting a Thanksgiving dinner so she figured that would create too much conflict. Not that you would go in the first place. You're smarter than that." Jude picked up his bag when he realized that really wasn't enough time to develop any film. He plopped his bag back down and sighed. "I'm going to go say hi to Olivelle," he said before heading to the door. Jude figured that they didn't need to converse further, so he headed out of the apartment.

Soon he was knocking at apartment 5F, in hopes that he could wish Liv a happy Thanksgiving before she went over to Deja's.

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Olivielle glanced at her phone as it played the Mario theme song. A green light came on her screen telling her she had a text message. Her room-mate Thomas, always thinking about her when he went out. She smiled and texted back, her fingers moving swiftly along the keyboard.

To: Thomas

That's sweet of you to think of me, but I picked up some Tequila silver this morning on my way home. Bought a bottle of Vodka for you as well, since I finished your last one. Thank you though!


Liv set her phone aside and picked up her book again. Just as she started reading there was a knock on the door. She stood and went to answer it. Jude stood before her and she couldn't help but smiled excitedly.

"Jude! What a pleasant surprise! Happy Thanks Giving!" She said as she hugged him lightly then stepped aside to let him in the apartment.

"How was your day today? Any good pictures?" She asked with interest.

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This was typical Tony, and it made Brooklyn want to laugh, but even in a friend's presence, she wasn't that outwardly emotional, where every humorous remark that escaped the girl's lips made Brooklyn crack up. "Oh, please," she rolled her eyes, looking at Tony with a smirk and narrowed eyes. "I love your food and everything, babe, but you're stupider than your future sister-in-law if you think that she doesn't have the whole cast of judges from Chopped cooking whatever Thanksgiving dinner I'm about to be served tonight." Brooklyn didn't have any culinary skills in her. She could make basic things, like toast, or a sandwich, or scrambled eggs, or brownies, and if it was something pre-made that came with instructions involving an oven or toaster or microwave, she could handle that too. Cooking the way that Tony could cook was out of her league though, and Brooklyn would readily admit that (even if it came with a tag along comment about how the world couldn't be expect her to be perfect at everything, given how many skills she had already mastered). It was something she used to actually feel insecure about, especially when she put a lot of pressure on Nick to be the breadwinner of their relationship, and yet she possessed none of the traditional homemaker qualities. Now, though, she felt little remorse over lacking skills in the kitchen. It was what it was, and if she had to live the rest of her life eating salads, bagels and take-out, then she was at peace with that. However, she also knew that Cara was no better than her. Unless Jude had ever used it, Brooklyn was almost positive that the only time the oven in their apartment had actually ever been used was the one time that Cara was out of town, and Nick decided to make weed brownies in it.

"The bell must've went off ten times this morning with delivery people waiting to be buzzed in, but I guarantee you this bitch will try and act like she cooked all of it. She's a crazy fucking bitch, and I can say that, since it takes one to know one," she said, offering a playful with in the other girl's direction. "And besides, it's not like I'm only going for the food," Brooklyn continued. "I think I'm gonna fuck her brother tonight." It was probably a crude way of putting it, or blunt, at the very least, but that was how Brooklyn was, as she nonchalantly took a sip of her drink. Never before the cheating scandal would Brooklyn even think of Collin as a possible partner to bring into bed. For one, she thought she was in a long term relationship at that point, but even beyond that, she saw Collin as someone who filled a "little brother" role, even if she didn't think of him as filling her little brother role. He was younger than she was, which was something that Brooklyn rarely encountered when having sex, and he also was more gentle and quiet than she was used to in guys she pursued. She never saw him as a sex object, and even now, all she saw him as was a tool for vengeance. He was an attractive guy, that was certain, but he wasn't her type on an average day. He would be useful for getting back at Cara, though. Since Cara didn't have a boyfriend of her own for Brooklyn to sleep with, sleeping with her brother seemed like the next best option. "You should be a good friend and leave your apartment unlocked tonight. It'll be easier for me to bring him over here than do it in our apartment if other people are there."

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Character Portrait: Olivielle Margaret Dumphy Character Portrait: Jude Demarco

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"Happy Thanksgiving to you too, Liv," Jude while embracing her small frame. Pulling back and finally getting a look at her Jude smiled. "Wow," he said under his breath. "You look beau-... Uh, great." Jude didn't want to be too obvious, but he just couldn't help himself. Olivielle was so darn sweet, and Jude had always been a sucker for a woman in a dress.

"My day..." He had to actively think to remember what he questions meant. "My day has been awesome so far. I went down to the parade, got some really neat shots, and met some even cooler people." Jude was speaking a little faster than he should, clearly so inthralled and pumped by his work. "I did a mixture of digital and film, but I really think the film is going to turn out gorgeous. You know, it was mostly overcast with some sunshine which was just made the photos kind of gloomy yet warm." Jude stopped himself, realizing he was going on a tangent. "But, uh, how was your morning?"

Jude listened politely to Liv speak before he gave her another question. "I know we'll both probably be a little drunk by the time Thanksgiving dinner is over, but do you want to come to the dark room down the street with me to develop film?" Jude felt a little strange asking her this, and wondered if it sounded too much like a date. He knew that Olivielle was interested in his work, but maybe she was just being nice. Suddenly Jude's mind panicked. This wasn't a good idea at all, she probably thought "Oh great, a guy wants me to go with him to a room that extremely dark while we're drunk. Right, that sounds safe." Jude's eyes fluttered a couple of times as he instantly regretted his decision to ask her. Stupid timing. He could've waited until tomorrow.

"I mean," Jude was trying to save face, "we can also do it larrow. I mean, later- No! Tomorrow. We can do it tomorrow." Or never... Jude chuckled in distress. Great. This was just going swimmingly.

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Character Portrait: Caraline Forrester Character Portrait: Tony Garcia Character Portrait: Jesse Hall Character Portrait: Theodore Henderson Character Portrait: Rowan Davidson

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Two-thirty rolled around, and Jesse was just getting off from work. There were no residential trash collections on certain holidays, including Thanksgiving, but New York was too busy of a city, filled with too many people, producing too much waste, for the sanitation department to officially take a day off. Since Jesse didn't have any major holiday plans, he had volunteered early on to work the holiday, given that the overtime pay would do some major good to his wallet. He spent most of the day helping clear out a city-owned industrial building that was filled with waste, and loading it on to trucks that would drive it out of the city, and likely, out of the state. Ever since starting his job in the sanitation department years ago, Jesse had found it more and more strange how the city worked. There were so many New Yorkers who wasted so much, and yet, it was so easy for them to just turn a blind eye to the consequences of their wastefulness the moment that their trash bags slid down the garbage chutes in their buildings. Their city produced more garbage than any other city in the world! Jesse couldn't complain about that, given that his job was based on it, but still, he found that to be astounding, and not in a good way. He wasn't Mr. Green, out to save the environment, but given what he witnessed first hand every day, he did try to live as simple of a lifestyle as possible. He bought himself what he needed, and splurged on some wants every now and then, but he always put his things to good use. He wasn't the kind of person who threw out clothes that had only been worn two or three times.

Standing on the subway was a habit he had taken to, even during rides like this, where there were seats open. For one, he disliked it when he did sit down, and someone at the next stop would then sit down and squish right into him. He didn't think of himself as being picky or having high standards, but he had lived in New York long enough to see some... not so pretty sights. He didn't need someone smelling like they didn't know what a shower was, and looking like they were covered in fleas, resting their head against his shoulder. Secondly, he was enough of a "good guy" to think that the seats should be available to older people, disabled people, mothers with young kids, or little kids whose legs would probably tire out before the next stop. Besides, he rarely minded standing, and today, he only had to for twenty minutes before he was downtown, getting off at his stop. Once he was above ground and had phone service again, he sent out a text to his roommates, one to Cara, and responded to one that Tony had sent him while he was underground.

To: Rowan, Theo
Am I really flying solo to the Forrester's tonight? Not complaining bc all the more blondes for me.... but still lame on your part.

To: Cara
What can I bring tonight? It might be Thanksgiving, but it's still Thirsty Thursday too. Rum? Vodka? Tequila? A nice bottle of Chardonnay? I've never done your fancy type of Thanksgiving stuff, so you tell me

To: Tony
Don't worry, I'll save room for dessert as long as you're on the menu

It was around three o'clock by the time that he got back to his apartment building, and after tossing his things into his bedroom, he headed for the bathroom to take a shower. Given his job, a shower after a day at work seemed necessary, but he had more reason than just that to shower right now. He was actually heading uptown to Harlem, to spend a little bit of time with his mother and her boyfriend, who were spending the evening at the boyfriend's family's apartment in Harlem. Jesse didn't know the man well, and he preferred to keep it that way. His mother lived with him in the Bronx, and though they weren't too far, Jesse liked to blame the forty-five minute subway ride on why he didn't visit her as often as she wanted him to. She couldn't call him a bad son though, because whenever she needed it, he was there sending her money, or talking to her on the phone, or begging her to come out to Manhattan to see him. Just because he wasn't comfortable with always being back in that lifestyle didn't mean that he didn't love her, and she knew that.

The ride to the apartment in Harlem would take around thirty minutes via the subway, and though that wasn't exceedingly quick, Jesse wasn't worried about time constraints. He didn't plan on spending more than an hour with them anyway, so he was sure that he would be back home by five o'clock, or five-thirty at the latest.

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Character Portrait: Makalya Wright Character Portrait: Holly Maddon Character Portrait: Brooklyn West Character Portrait: Theodore Henderson

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Makayla was tempted to say "nice try" to Brooklyn, as she listened to the girl try and goad a more mature answer out of Holly than Holly gave her, but she opted to keep her mouth shut. She and Brooklyn had been on good terms lately, and beyond that, Makayla was too tired for even the pettiest of squabbles with the blonde right now. Her arms felt like they were about to snap with the heavier of the grocery bags weighing them down, especially given that she had just had to carry them up five flights of stairs, plus the couple of blocks worth of the walk home. "Put everything aside from the cookies away, okay? We need to make sure that we're organized first, and then we can put these in the oven," Makayla said to her sister as she opened the door. Things that were common sense to most people, were the most necessary things to remind Holly of, it seemed. She either forgot, or what Makayla tended to think was more of the case lately, she just simply preferred to do the "fun" things, and liked to pretend to overlook the more tedious ones.

"Why do you think Tony invited Brooklyn over, and not us?" was all that Holly answered with, before following her question up with an unrelated squeal. "I'm so excited for Thanksgiving! I love Thanksgiving, it's my new favorite holiday!" Inside, her attention shifted quickly again, and Makayla's words from just a second before went in one ear and out the other as she set the grocery bag that she was carrying down by the door and continued inside without it. The first thing that had caused her attention to tray was the way that the apartment was filled with an aroma that was so good, it was impossible to ignore. Holly was picky when it came to foods, and it was likely that she would scrunch her nose in distaste at most of the dishes that created this wonderful smell, but she could still appreciate how good it smelled. It only added to the festive mood that was so easy for her to get into. The second thing that she noticed, and that she noticed more consciously, was the man standing in their kitchen. She would have expected to see Sam or Deja, but instead, it was their neighbor Theodore. "Theo, I think you're in the wrong apartment," Holly informed him, a look of skepticism on her face. Deja must have escaped down the hallway just a second before, because as she and Makayla walked in, the only person left in the kitchen was the boy, who Holly knew, certainly did not live here. She wasn't against him being in the apartment, per se, but it was just instinctive for her to point out things she noticed, and this was one of those things that seemed noteworthy. "And if something is in the oven, you definitely need to take it out because me and Makayla have cookies to bake, and that's more important than anything else in the world right now," she said, taking on an uncharacteristically stern tone now, even though she really didn't know if anything was even still in the oven. "But we'll let you have one when they're ready! We're bringing them to Cara's house because we went to watch the parade today, and she invited us over to have turkey and other Thanksgiving things for dinner, like the pilgrims did on Thanksgiving! And then, you know what happened after that? Like, the next day the Native Americans still thought the pilgrims were nice and stuff, but then they gave them a million kind of sicknesses, even worse than a sore throat or a cold, and they killed all of the nice Native Americans who just wanted to have fun in their lives! It was so rude and I hope you're never like the pilgrims were, Theo. I would have to tell you that we can't be friends and everyone in the apartment building would probably tell you to get out, and we would send you to Alaska or Antarctica, all alone."

If Holly had taken a breath anywhere during that tangent she went off on, Makayla would have cut in to shut her up, but in between grabbing the grocery bag that the redhead predictably dropped by the door, and then managing to carry it and the two heavy ones already in her hand, into the kitchen, she wasn't able to. After she shot Theo an apologetic look, she looked towards Holly and really, really tried to be patient. "We're not sending him off anywhere, Holly. Stop talking crazy like that," she said, as she maneuvered through the kitchen to put the milk and lemonade into the fridge, before unpacking the other bags, since she knew asking Holly to do it would be futile. "Is Deja's turkey in the oven?" Makayla said, addressing Theo now. She knew that Deja was hosting a Thanksgiving celebration of her own, here, so that would've made sense anyway, especially given the smell. "We can put the cookies on a tray, and then you can bring them down the hall and see if someone will let us use their oven for ten minutes, if that's the case," she said, returning to address Holly, then, since she knew that if she didn't finish with that, Holly would throw in some dramatic response about how cookies were still more important than Deja's turkey.

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Character Portrait: Sam Harris Character Portrait: Makalya Wright Character Portrait: Holly Maddon Character Portrait: Theodore Henderson

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xxx"should i spell it out for you?
xxxno one here is bulletproof.
xxxso what are you to do?
xxxbattle. battle on through."
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Eyeing the shelves of drinks in front of her, Sam sighed. Tony was presumably caught up in the cooking, which meant that she didn't have any guidance as to the drinks to buy. Eventually, she picked up stuff to make her favourite cocktail and a six pack of beer. Not terribly exciting, but then again, it was a Thanksgiving dinner, not an actual party. It wasn't even the dinners of her past where she'd taken advantage of her client's tab to get as many drinks as she could get into her without appearing totally drunk. Turned out she had a bit of a talent for that.

She paid for the drinks and started the walk back to the apartment, the bag slung over her wrist. She reached it back to the madness of the fifth floor in record time, thanks to the cold air, and decided to stop at 5B to dump her stuff and get her brownies. There appeared to be an odd moment of relative peace, as the only people to be seen were Makayla, Holly, and Theo.

"Holy sh-" she quickly stopped herself, remembering Holly's presence. "Something smells fantastic," she finished. "Tell Deja to keep me some," she added as she started trying to remember which cupboard she'd hidden the brownies in. "So, Holly, did you enjoy the parade this morning?" Sam asked as she leaned up to retrieve them from an upper shelf. "You know, I've never actually been to that parade. I would have gone with you, but unfortunately, I had to sleep and then go for a run," she added.

"What was your favourite part?" She asked the younger girl, turning around to lean against the counter and sitting the covered brownies on top of the bag of drinks.

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Character Portrait: Tony Garcia Character Portrait: Jesse Hall Character Portrait: Brooklyn West

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"Unless you tell me the food was made by Maneet, I could care less if all the Chopped Champions plus Bobby Flay made it or even if Guy Fieri approved it," Tony declared over another bite of pie followed by a swig of beer. During the slower nights at the bar, and when the customers present didn't seem to care too much, Tony would turn on the Food Network channel on the flat-screen TV her Dad had gotten installed just before her high school graduation. She didn't watch the channel much when she was young, nor had she known it existed until she reached her twenties, but it had definitely become her mindless television channel to watch. Even during her down time in her apartment, she would grab the crochet blanket her aunt Marisol made for her, sit on the couch in the living room with a blanket around her and a bottle of beer, and fall asleep to one of the chefs swearing vehemently because they belatedly remembered that they forgot to include a basket ingredient.

Nevertheless, Tony wasn't impressed that Cara couldn't have been bothered to make a simple Thanksgiving meal, but had the audacity to have her nose up all of the time. Granted, it wasn't like Tony was around the other woman all the time to confirm that sense of superiority she herself felt emanatating from the blonde, but that didn't stop her from making the judgement. Nor did it stop her from rolling her eyes as Brooklyn told her about the delivery. After all, even if you purchased a pre-made or pre-stuffed turkey, there's nothing stopping you from doing boxed, canned, or frozen sides. Then again, Tony didn't pretend to empathize with Cara's loss of her formerly privileged lifestyle. "Crazy bitch or not, at least you can't say she was trying to poison you. Wouldn't even get to it without poisoning her damn self," she pointed out, sticking her fork in her pie so that she could concentrate on getting her phone out and reading the text she had gotten from Jesse. It made her snort, though the sound got cut off when what Brooklyn said finally registered in her head. "Wait, what? Why?" Tony hurried up and sent the quick response to Jesse, and then set the phone on the table in case anyone else messaged her.

To: Jesse
Sap :p I'll bring the whipped cream

By that point, Brooklyn had moved onto telling herself (because she definitely didn't have Tony's consent to a damn thing) that she could bring Collin to her apartment to do the deed. "And who the hell told you, you could screw anyone in here? Not I!" Tony narrowed her eyes at Brooklyn, shaking her head as she picked up her beer bottle and drank a bit more. Not only could Tony just not fathom anyone using a nice guy like Collin for pettiness (she hadto remind herself that this was her friend she was talking about though) and so a part of her felt protective, she also couldn't fathom the benefit of this plan other than a quick round of fun. And Brooklyn could find that anywhere. "And also, what good is screwing that boy gonna do for you with that girl? She'll be mad cuz you fucked him for like, two seconds and then what? You still gonna be living with the bitch that fucked your man and got away with it without a scratch. Do you know how many bitches have lived with the hoes their brothers have smashed?"

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Character Portrait: Jude Demarco

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"My day has been awesome so far. I went down to the parade, got some really neat shots, and met some even cooler people. I did a mixture of digital and film, but I really think the film is going to turn out gorgeous. You know, it was mostly overcast with some sunshine which was just made the photos kind of gloomy yet warm."


Olivielle smiled and listened to Jude speak. He always made her smile, especially when he got excited and enthusiastic about his work. It took a rare and real passion and love for what you do. He asked about her day, and she tilted her head and brushed a stray strand of hair out of her face with a shrug.

"It was good! I made decent tips, and I had time to make pie!" Olivielle said happily as she gestured to the pies cooling on the counter.

"I know we'll both probably be a little drunk by the time Thanksgiving dinner is over, but do you want to come to the dark room down the street with me to develop film?" Jude asked. Olivielle's eyes widened, she was pleasantly surprised by his invitation. She paused only momentarily to think. She had always wanted to know how the processed worked and she was enthralled by Jude's work. As a photographer, it was his responsibility to make people care about his work, and he did a wonderful job.

"I mean, we can also do it larrow. I mean, later- No! Tomorrow. We can do it tomorrow." Jude seemed to suddenly be back peddling, as if he was regretting his decision to ask her along. She giggled at him lightly and shook her head.

"I would love to! I have never seen a dark room, and I love your work...you have such a unique way with photos. You look passed the simplest thing and find the thing that makes them beautiful. It astounds and amazes me the amount of passion you have for your work." Liv said in awe. She realized suddenly, that she was rambling and she felt her face burn slightly as she glanced away from him.

"Ah...will you be at Deja's Thanksgiving or do you have other plans?....Oh, I'm sorry. I am so rude! Please have a seat, can I get you a drink?" She asked with a smile as she gestured for him to sit.

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Character Portrait: Tony Garcia Character Portrait: Brooklyn West

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Location: Apartment 5D
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"Come on, Tony. You know girls like Cara don't get even by beating the shit out of each other." Brooklyn grew up in a middle to upper middle class suburb. Her family wasn't wealthy, and financially, they were pretty average compared to her classmates and neighbors. However, they definitely lived in the middle class comfortably. Brooklyn attended nice schools, and their neighborhood possessed low crime rates. That didn't mean that every now and then there wasn't a fight between classmates that she would hear about at school, but they caused enough buzz when they did happen, to signify that they were pretty rare. Her upbringing was definitely nothing like Cara's, and she couldn't compare the lifestyle that her lawyer of a father and account of a mother provided for, with the one that was probably backed by millions and millions of old money that Cara lived, but her childhood was still comfortable and secure. She knew that violence didn't have to coincide with financial status, but she was sure that statistics would point to more in-school aggression in neighborhoods with higher crime rate, and higher poverty levels. It wasn't a world that she even knew existed, really, before being thrust into a life on her own and moving to New York, where you learned not to even bat an eye at the sight of two drunks fighting on the side of the road. As hard and tough as Brooklyn was, though, she had never been involved in a physical fight. She was sure that she would do fine in one, because she didn't take kickboxing classes for nothing, but in regards to getting Cara back in a physical way, it wasn't something that Brooklyn had even considered. Part of it definitely related to how she had never been involved in a life where fighting culture was normal, but also because she was sure with how crazy Cara was, she'd find some way (and some money hungry lawyers to help her), to have Brooklyn locked away for life for attempted murder or something.

"I could've given her karma that way, but that's not what makes girls like Cara tick. They do that underhanded shit, and if Cara had a man that I could steal, I would've already done that. But she doesn't, and the closest thing to a guy that she thinks she owns is her brother." To Brooklyn, all of this made sense, but a lot of things made sense to Brooklyn that just seemed completely illogical to people who liked to think things through more than she did. "I mean... I could try to fuck her dad... but too complicated of a plan right now. We'll save that for Plan B," she smirked, standing up now as she suddenly decided that she was hungry enough for pie. Not for her own slice, but just of a bite of Tony's. It wasn't in Brooklyn's nature to ask before taking, so after grabbing a fork of her own, she dug the utensil into the partially eaten slice in front of Tony and allowed the rich dessert to melt on her taste palate. "Damn, Garcia. Now that I'm no longer taken, I might just have to put a ring on you. A drug connect was fun while I was young, but now that I'm a grown woman, I think all I need is a bitch who can cook," she teased, sporting a sultry voice. To add to it, she pulled the rest of the pie off of the fork and popped it into her mouth, sucking the last remnants of the dessert off of her finger. Brooklyn wasn't playful or even friendly with most people, but surprisingly, it came easily with Tony.