C O L L I N - F O R R E S T E R
Location: Apartment 5E
Outfit: This
Hex Code: #7d9959
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C A R A - F O R R E S T E R
Location: Apartment 5E
Outfit: This
Hex Code: #1BB3F5
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"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?