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Tony Garcia

"My Daddy ain't raise no quitter, simple as that."

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a character in “City Living”, as played by chanelindistress

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☽ β€œStrong women wear their pain like stilettos.
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F U L LXN A M E

Antonia Guadalupe Garcia

N I C KXN A M E S

Tony or Tones {Most common} || Garcia {Common; tolerable; mostly at her jobs}

A G EX:XD A T EXO FXB I R T H

24 : November 6

E T H N I C I T Y

50% Puerto Rican & Dominican {Father} || 50% African-American & Native American {Mother}

S E X U A LXO R I E N T A T I O N

Bisexual

H O M E T O W N

Lower East Side of Manhattan, New York

O C C U P A T I O N

Army Reserves Combat Instructor || Owner & Head Bartender for The Drunken Puerto Rican


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G O O DXT R A I T S

Resilient, Protective, Bold, Fun-Loving, Driven, Resourceful, Observant

B A DXT R A I T S

Abrasive, Confrontational, Stubborn, Critical: Not Easily Impressed, Blunt, Headstrong, Reckless

P E R S O N A L I T Y

If you asked any of the people who frequented the bar Tony owns or even works on the nearby base that Tony frequents one weekend out of every month, everyone would all agree on one thing: that Antonia Garcia is tough, no-nonsense chick who could and would drop-kick you in a heartbeat if you ever tried her. She was a handful growing up and Tony still is to this day. As a kid, she would have said that she acted the way she did because she didn't want no one taking her for a weakling or thinking they had something over her. As an adult, however, such an abrasiveness has been heavily ingrained into her DNA, but also it's simply because that's just how she is. She was the only girl that her paternal grandparents were given from any of their three sons, and so upon growing up with nothing but a baby brother and male cousins, it was more of a survivalist tactic in being someone not many people aspired to fuck with. It isn't to say that she comes off directly as unapproachable and unfriendly; she wouldn't be able to pull as many loyal customers and be found conversing with a range of different people at the bar if she was. The fact of the matter is that most people who know Tony knows that she isn't the type to be easily impressed by wealth, typical pick-up lines from arrogant potential suitors, and she's not the type to play games or keep anyone on their toes. There's some positivity in that in that Tony's quite direct. Granted, that means she's the first person ready to jump in your face if she hears her name or someone she cares about name in your mouth, but also that she's not the type to keep anyone guessing. If you wanted to know where you stand with her, then you'll know about it. If you wanted to know if she wanted you, even on the level of wanting more than just a night in your bed or vice versa, she has no qualms about telling you. It just so happens that you really need to take the fact that she's unafraid of walking up to a person she really dislikes and knocking their teeth out if they've managed to piss her off. The point is that Tony is the type to not ask for something from others that she herself wouldn't give. Though she sometimes has a word time formulating words of sentiment due to always needing to be the level-headed one, not many are unable to tell how she feels about them from the actions she takes. She's action-oriented, after all.

While Tony's main concern will always be about her brother and her family's legacy, no one can say that she is an unkind person. She might have a bit of a low patience for whining and people coming to her with petty issues, but it's rare for her to not care enough about a person down on their luck and not offer at least a hot meal, whether it's at the bar or even in her own apartment depending on who the person is. She's always been a person people can depend on to get the job done and while she never really had some big dream or aspiration like others, Tony does know what hard work is. She can be playful and even flirtatious depending on who she's interacting with, and she damn sure knows how to let loose after all of these years, knows how to have a good time while making sure you're doing the same, but Tony isn't stupid. She's not the sibling who really enjoyed school, but she has enough street smarts to be wise enough to give sage advice or at least know how to navigate certain situations. More emotional ones aren't her forte, but she's definitely again not a fearful person. And even she can be blunt and hardly believes in sugar-coating things, Tony still is quite caring, a bit of that maternal role she was tasked with once her mom died, shining through. She sticks up for those she cares about quite fiercely, even physically if the situation calls for it, while calling them on their shit if they need to hear it. Granted, her own stubborn self may not want to hear some truths about her person, but that's neither here nor there. She's a touch possessive about those and what she deems as hers, but there's again, there's no denying when she loves you. She just might not always say it. Can't catch her slipping and being too soft, after all.


L I K E S

An icy cold bottle of beer {Her fave: North Coast Old Stock Ale}, Leather, Hot Cocoa, Snow, French fries, Dancing, Latin foods, Boxing, Manicures, Pineapples, Action or Horror films, Bourbon, Sex, Mixing Drinks, Pie, Hot wings, Motorcycles, Sleeping in oversized shirts, Tattoos, The holidays, Stealing clothes from her male friends and family members, Chinese take-out, Bon Jovi, Zeppelin, Family recipes, Summer, Shooting pool

D I S L I K E S

Tea, Coffee, Waking up early, The stragglers at the bar when it's time to close, Super sweet alcoholic drinks, Hangovers, Petty drama, Anyone messing with her little brother, Funerals, Guys who get too handsy at the bar, Tofu, Cheesy Romance films, Diets, Getting hit on by anyone old enough to be her father, Celery, Bad sex, Taylor Swift, Taco Bell, Burger King, Raw carrots

F E A R S

Losing her brother, failing to keep the family bar in her name, developing ovarian cancer like her mom


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H I S T O R Y

Neither of Tony's parents came from a large sum of money or families with net works, but the one thing Tony appreciates even to this day was the fact that they both came from love, and it showed. Her father's side of the family was nothing but boys with a legacy of holding down a successful bar in Manhattan while the rest of the family lived in Brooklyn, which meant dealing with the bus the majority of her life. Or, when they had it, a drive in her uncle Frank's car. Granted, Tony knows that somebody is probably sneering down their nose at the idea of a child sitting at the cash register of a bar, watching bar fights and drunken mishaps. Hell, even some of her instructors blamed the violent environment on her more reckless and rebellious behavior. That it wasn't fair for her to witness the police pulling up to the bar occasionally, the one time she walked in a couple having sex, or even the fact that she learned how to hustle for candy or pocket change by her uncle Dom. However, all of her adolescent behavior could not be blamed on her environment. It was just her. As her parents would tell you if they were still alive, Tony was a bad kid from day one; not troubled, just bad as hell and an audacious busy body with more attitude in her than she out to have. She had no problem calling some of the little girls who sneered at her out on their snooty behavior, pulled a few pigtails when a few of them told themselves they were going to be bullies, and had no problem with being with the boys. Tony grew up a tomboy through and through. All in all, she had a relatively normal childhood until she was seven. They weren't super rich, but with her Dad running the family business and her mom serving as both a waitress and a nurse, they were never without and occasionally, they had enough to really splurge like they wanted to. And with a spunky kid like Tony, neither of her parents were able to say they had a boring home.

It was a shock to seven year old Antonia when her mother made her explain that the newborn baby her father brought home did not come from mommy, but from a woman Daddy had been sleeping with on the side. Tony wasn't stupid; she knew her parents' marriage wasn't perfect. Her mom had had several miscarriages after her in their attempts to have more children, which led to more arguments. Even when they tried to hide it, Tony could cut the tension with a knife. Yet and still, there was never a point when home didn't feel like home and soon enough, especially with how her mom clung to the baby Wes, her brother just became family, regardless of her father's affairs. In fact, Tony would tell you that she barely remembers or cares to remember a life before Weston being in their lives. Tony clung to the idea of being a big sister, especially after her mom died. Ovarian cancer ran on her mom's side of the family and while she had known it was a possibility, to have it was a completely different story. It put a lot of pressure on Tony's father. Though the bar was fairly still popular and considered a spot for tourists, along with its faithful customers and those who knew which nights to come by for a lively time, her mom's income had helped a lot. Neither of his siblings helped financially and with his wife's needing to take off for treatments, he had more expenses plus two children. None of which mattered because Tony lost her mom at ten and a bit of her childhood as well. She had vowed to the older woman that she would watch after their two boys since no one else would, and that's exactly what she did.

While her Dad worked longer hours by taking on a second job while helping prepare the food they served at the bar, Tony tasked herself with both making sure Wes taken care of and helping with the money, sometimes coming all the way over to the bar to count up the proceeds and make sure the store was clean so that her Dad didn't spend the night. Which meant that she didn't really view school as an opportunity to dream and all that Jazz. It was a means to an end. Her dad was pressed for her to at least graduate. So that was her only real goal: graduate. Such responsibility on a growing girl was probably why she grew even tougher, got addicted to being wild in her free time, and even got her interested in marijuana, drinking and tattoos. As much as her father had blamed himself for the times Tony was caught slightly drunk in someone's car or having to treat a scar from a fight, she knew it was all her. Her needing to let loose that wild side because, yeah she had an adventurous spirit, but also she had something to call hers. This lifestyle, her brand of crazy - it was trippy, but in the midst of trying to keep her family together in her own way, she could have this. Especially considering the fact that the only thing Tony knew for certain that she was going to do was be a bartender at the bar. She had known what tasted good together and always had an audience (of men whose attention disgusted her for how they sometimes leered at her for her growing assets) wiling to try her concoctions. The reserves, though, had sounded like a good idea when she was seventeen. Not only could she take the physically combative force and use it for something productive, she both could get benefits from the army while still being able to help with her father and brother. It was a good idea for her and it worked for all of them. Until last year when her father admitted to having lung cancer.

He had been trying to keep it under wraps because he knew how hard Tony had always worked for him and their family, and he didn't want to add any stress to Wes' life. But considering his coughing fits and how weaker he has been getting, he couldn't keep it a secret. And his revealing it finally didn't actually lessen the blow of his loss and all that cane with it. Sure, their family offered to help, but much like his daughter, Tony's dad has stubbornly refused their assistance when they had gotten behind on mortgage payments. He had even opted to not tell Tony until god's dying days. It hurt, all of this stuff being put on her - even if Tony never says it. Not to mention wanting to keep Wes in school and make sure he gets to college. Which meant that Tony had to make a hard decision: give up her family home. Housing in New York was expensive in general; a house on their salary was just not going to cut it. It wasn't like the place felt like home anymore with just the two of them anyway. The one thing she vowed though was to keep the bar going, not just because of its history T having been opened in the fifties and really popular back then, but because it had always been hers. Her childhood. Her playground. Her sanctuary. So she found a cheap apRtmebt for her brother and herself near it and sure, they struggle more than they ever had growing up. Tony has more responsibility and Wes is even working outside the bar. But everything's working for now and that's all that matters.



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HE I G H TX:XW E I G H T

5'6 : 125 lbs

B U I L D

Tony has an athletic and toned body with a pear shape. Her hips flare out much wider than her bust line and her trim waist is relatively defined by years of combat training. She has a well-rounded, hard to ignore derriere that leads to toned legs.

S K I NXT O N E

She has an olive complexion..

E Y EXC O L O R

Brown

H A I RXC O L O R

Thick, soft, and kept long, Tony's black hair holds a subtly wavy texture, not curly like her Dad's.

D I S T I N G U I S H I N GXM A R K (S)

Tony has a litany of faded and old scars on her body from adolescent fights and foolish shenanigans, much is the case for one on her thigh from when in the middle of hopping a fence to escape cops, the metal dug into the soft flesh. She has a piercing in both of her ears along with a belly button piercing. She also has six tattoos: Roman numerals, which represent the years her parents were born along with the years her paternal grandparents passed on her left forearm, the cross on the nape of her neck, The word 'blessed' on the side of her right buttock, The word 'celebrate' on the side of her right hand, β€œThorns and Stings / And Those Such Things / Just Make Stronger / Our Angel Wings,” on her left side right on top of her rib cage, and The Roman Numeral for two on her right side.


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So begins...

Tony Garcia's Story

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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: Tony Garcia Character Portrait: Weston Garcia Character Portrait: Collin Forrester
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Location: The Grocery Store
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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.
xxxso what are you to do?
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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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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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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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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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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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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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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"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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"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.

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Character Portrait: Tony Garcia Character Portrait: Sam Harris Character Portrait: Jude Demarco Character Portrait: Jesse Hall Character Portrait: Makalya Wright Character Portrait: Holly Maddon Character Portrait: Deja Bennie Character Portrait: Weston Garcia Character Portrait: Theodore Henderson Character Portrait: Rowan Davidson
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As Theodore watched Deja walk away to go get ready, his phone chimed inside of his pants pocket and he took it out to see Jesse's name scroll across the screen. He had opened up the message and couldn't hold back his chuckle once he read the message. Theo couldn't help but feel a little bit bad for Jesse now as she started to type a reply towards his roommate.

To: Jesse
Sorry. Thought Rowan would've rolled with you. I can stop by, if you wish.


Theodore sent the message and bit his bottom lip, hoping that Jesse wouldn't really want him to stop by. Not that he didn't want to but it'd just bring up a bad memory between himself and Cara. His ears twitched whenever he heard approaching footsteps, wondering to himself how did Deja get ready so fast. He turned around briefly then heard the chipper voice of Holly. His gaze turned towards her and Makayla now as his eyes widened. "Ahh! Am I really?!" Theodore jokingly said towards Holly as she mentioned something about the oven. "Oh, uhm..." Was all he could get out as Holly rambled on and on about Thanksgiving, the Pilgrims and the Indians. He would've stopped her but that seemed like a bad idea, especially with Makayla standing right there beside her.

Not really knowing what to say once Holly was done, his eyes went towards Makayla who addressed him now and he nodded his head but that was it. His eyes went over towards Sam as she entered the kitchen now and a breath of relief came from Theo, himself. He shot Sam a wave of his hand then heard her ask Holly about the parade. He screamed a little then went over towards Holly and towered over her a little bit. "Oh, my gosh! You saw the parade live?! I am so envious of you two right now." Theodore wanted to go and see the parade live, too but couldn't really find someone to go with him, not that he really asked anyone to go either. But he sure would've went with Holly if he had known that she was going.

Soon, Deja entered back into the area where everyone else was situated now and then she handed him a beer before going over towards the couch. Theodore took a sip from the beverage and walked right behind Deja then sat down beside her. "So, what are we going to do for an hour?" Theodore muttered towards Deja as he pulled out his cell phone, just to wish a few people a happy Thanksgiving in case he wasn't going to see them for the day.

To: Jude :)
Happy Thanksgiving, dude!


To: Rowan :D
Dude, where are you? Deja is still wanting to know if you're coming over or not.


To: The Garcia Siblings
Happy Thanksgiving, you two!


Theodore sat his phone down on the couch beside him then took another sip from his beer, waiting for people to respond to his texts as he let out a sigh. "We could plan our next prank." Theodore mentioned towards Deja in a whisper, smiling a little bit.

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Thursday, November 24th, 2016 - 5:30 PM


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"Awww yaaaaayyy!" Tony cried the second her uncle Miguel walked through their apartment door with three of her male cousins close behind him, though Tony's gaze was obviously not at all on them. While Wes shook his head and greeted his cousins, Tony's gaze was fixated on the covered square dish, the contents of which she was already familiar with considering how many times her aunt Guadalupe had made her special pineapple rum cake specifically for Tony while making a much larger one for the family. "You know you're sharing, right?" Came from a smirking Weston as he adhered to Ricky's demand that music be played considering the silence that had followed Brooklyn's earlier departure. Tony sneered at him while retorting, "You know you can kiss my ass, right?" In all the years that Guadalupe had ever made the pineapple rum cake, Tony had never shared. At least, with anyone but Wes. But she wasn't going to remind him of that little fact if he continued to be over in the moon with that peanut butter silk pie.

After teasing that Brooklyn could have always had her if she really wanted her, Tony had seen the blonde off, turned the music down so that she could finish on the rest of the dinner, and Wes had returned with the ingredients they would need. Naturally, Tony wound up changing since she liked to say she wasn't rude enough to just walk around with booty shorts and a three sizes too big sweatshirt (Wes had begged to differ, but there was only so much arguing one could offer when a pillow is shoved in their face) while Wes put in some time to do work on his Thanksgiving math packet (mind you, who the hell decided that they needed to give out packets that literally only consisted of three problem-solving questions that required you actually studied trigonometry on your day off), which meant virtual silence. Tony had pulled away from stirring up the gravy that she had just added a touch of cayenne to when there had been a knock on the door and Wes opening it for their family members.

"You know Lupe is not too happy with you not showing up this year, Tony," her uncle asked as he followed her back into the kitchen so that she could make sure that all of the burners were off. Tony sighed, wiping her rather clean hands on her dark jeans so as to have something to do. "And I said I'd make it up to her on Christmas, okay? I just...wanted to do this," she explained, daring him with her eyes to press any further on a conversation (she was calling it a Chick Flick moment and she wasn't here for it, thanks) she didn't want to have. And the "I know, I know" that was supposed to placate her did nothing of the sort. Yet and still, and Tony blamed it on the holidays and not the fact that she would have honestly caved if it had been absolutely anyone in her family to reach out, Tony acquiesced when Miguel wrapped an arm around her shoulder and pulled her close, leaning into his warmth despite his not being that much taller than her. Miguel was the shortest of his siblings, after all, and even his sons took more after his wife than him in that department, though not by much. "ΒΏTe estΓ‘s cuidando a ti mismo?" (Are you taking care of yourselves?) Tony knew he hadn't asked to be mean or question her ability to provide for her brother and herself without assistance - that he absolutely trusted her to have nothing but Wes' best intentions at heart - but it didn't stop her from feeling affronted and biting back, "Haven't I always?" It came out much more bitter than she anticipated, but Tony didn't shrink away from it once the words were out. Miguel only raised an eyebrow at the sensitivity until, like she did when she was three and he was calling her on her bullshit about the old antique plate falling on its own from the locked china cabinet, Tony folded and said quietly, "SΓ­." He only smirked and tilted her head so that he could kiss the top of it, muttering into her hair, "Bueno." Tony hurried to get out from under his hold, already ready to be done with the randomly tense moments when there was drinks to be had and food to be eaten. "Go drink a beer or something. You're getting sentimental with age or something, old man." And promptly ignored her uncle's knowing grin as she whipped out her phone to text and see where Sam was and if Rowan was going to say hi before everyone left, getting a beer for herself while she was at it.

To: Sam
Food's ready and my family's here. Don't forget to wear that top I love so well, gorgeous!

To: Rowan
I see how it is. Loved you first and I can't even get a Happy Thanksgiving visit first?? You suck!

To: Dane
I have food and I'm going to Deja's a bit later to get wasted. You in?

To: Deja
Entertaining fam right now, but I'll be over soon with pie and jungle juice.

Wes punched Ricky's shoulder for the second time since the older Garcia had been in their apartment. They had always had a rather biting but playful relationship, and Wes appreciated it. Rick, Emmanuel, and Alex were the only cousins he felt the closest to, and there were about five more closer to their ages, when not including the three babies. Whether or not everyone wanted to say it (and trust Tony to be the one to call people on it), Wes wasn't exactly oblivious to the sneers and judgmental stares due to his father's infidelity. He also didn't understand how that infidelity had anything to do with him other than result in his creation. He didn't ask for his Dad to cheat on Tony's mom and he most certainly did not ask to be in this world. But, of course, he was better suited to ignore the issue than Tony who had point-blankly called their aunt Yovanna a straight up bitch who needed to be more concerned with figuring out the day when their uncle George would start asking if the twins were really his or not. Newsflash - they looked nothing like him. Everyone else was just being nice about it.

Which was why he was happy that Ricky and the others were here. Tony wouldn't say it, but even Wes knew that it was weird for to not have at least some of her family with her. Especially after all the work she had done. Tony had never done the full Thanksgiving meal; she never had to. Wes wasn't exactly horrible at cooking. On a good day, he could make an omelet without it falling apart too much, he had only burned toast once his entire life, instant oatmeal seemed to work for him, and if he had supervision and instructions, he could possibly bake cookies with the pre-made dough. So, he liked seeing Tony's easy smile behind her beer bottle as she pulled Emmanuel into a headlock because he said something about her being a housewife. "Oh, hey, Tones, where's that pie for Collin and Cara?" Wes asked after a beat, the thought hitting him once Ricky mentioned wanting a bite of the apple dutch one still sitting on the counter. "That's not for you!" Tony snapped, directing a pointed finger at Ricky with a glare that begged him to try her patience. Tony had picked up smacking greedy hands with a spatula from Guadalupe and that was just dangerous. It didn't stop Wes from laughing quietly. Tony flicked her head over to where the chocolate pie sat and Wes grinned. "Cool. I'll be back." His shoulder brushed Tony's as he went by her, and Wes caught her small smile (she wasn't as against giving the Forresters things as she wanted them to believe and he'd happily tell Collin about how sentimental the holidays made Tony), and grabbed the pie. He was already out the door as he text Collin, trekking across the hall to their apartment before knocking on the door without checking to see if the door was unlocked. Brooklyn might have felt comfortable with just waltzing into their apartment, but the feeling was definitely not mutual.

To: Collin
Tony sends her love through a chocolate pie that I feel half inclined to eat myself if you don't open this door for me, man

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xxxbattle. battle on through."
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Having managed to escape from Holly with her brownies still untouched, Sam had quickly retired to her room to prepare for dinner. Usually, she would have considered her checked shirt and leather jacket to be more than sufficient for chilling at Tony's, but with her family coming, she figured that she should probably dress up a bit. For years, Sam's only outfits had been jumpers and jeans, maybe with a leather jacket or two for going out with friends, and then fancy cocktail dresses and jewellery that looked expensive. On escaping her escorting, though, she sold most of her dresses online and invested in clothes that were somewhere between. She was not, however, used to putting these outfits together, so it took her longer than usual to dress. Once she had her outfit put together, she took a quick shower to freshen up.

Her prep finally done, she retrieved her supplies from the top shelf of one of the cupboard. She wanted to stay out of Deja's way as she got ready, so she made herself scarce as quickly as possible. The text from Tony came just as she left the apartment, making her grin.

To: Tony
You mean it's not a pyjama party? Jk, be over in like thirty secs. Don't let Weston eat all the food x


She ran her free hand through her hair as she approached the apartment. She'd met some of Tony's family through working in the bar, but this was the first time she'd spent any serious time with them. Part of her was nervous, but she still strode up to the door and knocked. Finding the door was only ajar, she pushed it open. "Y'all got room for a poor stray?" she called.

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"Β‘Usted bastardo codicioso!" {You greedy bastard!} Tony shouted just as she was about to bring her beer bottle to her mouth, turning away from the door to see Ricky already popping one of the platanos in his mouth. He chewed around a grin, unashamed and Tony picked up the nearest object - a pen - and hurled it at him. The son of a bitch had the audacity to duck laughing. "You can't even wait for Wes to get back or at least to bless the damn food. I have a guest coming!" Which wasn't really as much of an issue as she was trying to press for it to be, but it wasn't uncommon to have to smack greedy hands from the food when no one had blessed it. Tony didn't think of herself as devoutly religious, but that didn't mean she had forgotten her Roman Catholic upbringing. She still prayed before she ate meals, though she performed it rather quickly, kept at least one bible around the apartment so one of her relatives didn't think she was a flat-out heathen, and she had never thrown away her mother's rosary. Didn't dream of it. "It's a bit blasphemous to get all god-fearing in the same breath that you used a curse word with," Emmanuel stated, because he was a smart ass, at the same time as Rick inquired, "Did you kiss your mother with that mouth?" Tony's response was an icy "Β‘Vete al infierno!" {Go to hell!} and a satisfied grin as Miguel smacked his son on the back of his head just as Tony heard Sam come in. Smirking, Tony hurried up to text Brooklyn, even though she had just sent Wes over, to see how dinner was going.

To: Brooklyn
How's ur first class dinner? U didn't carve her instead of the turkey right?

Tony beamed at the white-haired woman the second she heard her question, purposefully raking her eyes over her friend's form in appreciation. There was rarely an instance Sam didn't look good to Tony, but she could tell there was effort put into the girl's appearance when there normally was no need to do so. And her friend looked good. Tony felt inclined to admire. "They're all blood-thirsty mutts anyway, so we could use a cute little stray like you," she declared coquettishly and positively cackled when she felt her uncle shove at her from behind with his boot, making Tony stagger forth through her laughter. Her eyes fell on the items Sam brought with her, her grin widening. "See, and you're a nice guest!" Tony turned a half-glare at her cousins while continuing, "At least Sam loves me enough to bring me something. You all suck." Ricky pointedly shot her the bird and Tony gave him one back. Wrapping an arm around Sam, she brought her into the living room a bit more, gesturing to each person as she went. "You remember my uncle Miguel and that shithead Ricky, he's not as sexy as he thinks he is with that new cologne he's got on so don't buy into his bullshit if he tries to hit on you. And that's Emmanuel and that's Alex. Guys, this is Sam. Get up, boys, make yourselves useful and figure out which one of you are gonna pray over this feast I have humbly prepared for you selfish bastards." Tony knew her family could be a bit rough around the edges, but she had never bullshitted around the fact that her family was rowdy. They fought and griped on a regular basis, but loved just as much as they hated. They were possessive about their own and stubborn to a fault, traits she herself had picked up, but her family thrived on being just that: a family. And even though she was going to wind up kicking them out and going to a friend's eventually, she wouldn't change a damn thing about them and she wasn't about putting on airs for the sake of giving Sam (or anyone) some fake glimpse into her family life. They were who they were and most of her friends (and even those she wasn't close to) had learned to accept that fact, or just stay out of her life.

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Tony's apartment was chaos- and Sam loved it. Her family's Thanksgiving had always been a streamlined machine, with everybody having their own jobs. She loved that as well, but having been to so many fancy functions where introductions were stiff and formal, the sheer energy of Tony's apartment instantly made her relax. She laughed at Tony's introductions, grinning at those she knew and waving at those she didn't. Had it been anyone else's family, she probably would have felt a bit more on-edge. But she'd met Miguel and Ricky on occasion, so she didn't feel like a total stranger- and besides, the atmosphere meant it didn't even feel like an introduction.

"Nobody look at me to say grace, I'm a terrible public speaker. I can talk away like this, but as soon as I have to do anything more structured, I'm gone. Even with liquid courage. Speaking of which," she turned to Tony. "Beer? I'm also making cocktails if you want one," she said. She'd realised at the last second that mentioning that neither her nor her family was terribly religious may have made things awkward and frankly, she was relatively proud of how she'd handled it. Her grandmother usually said grace at Thanksgiving, but that was the the extent of things. The last time she'd been in a church had been her father's funeral, and those negative connotations certainly weren't encouraging her to go back any time soon.

She retrieved herself a glass and started making her cocktail. She could make a mean one in the bar if she had to, but when she was making it for herself, she wasn't as precise about it. As long as it tasted somewhat decent, she'd drink it. She wasn't picky about her drinks.

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This was the first Thanksgiving that Dane was spending away from his family. He didn't have a heart-wreching story as to why he didn't travel back to Pennsylvania last night or even this morning. He was still in New York, simply because his company's vacation days worked on a seniority basis, and since he had only been employed there for a year, it was expected that he wouldn't get a ton of holidays off. He didn't really mind it, though. While he loved his mother's annual Thanksgiving meal, he had made it home for a quick weekend trip last weekend, where she had prepared a mini-Thanksgiving just for him. He could usually find flights for as low as $200 round trip, so visiting his family every so often was doable for Dane, and missing one holiday wasn't a big deal because of that. Plus, apparently, his father and two younger siblings had managed to acquire the stomach virus sometime yesterday anyway, so he wasn't missing out on a very fun and social holiday to begin with. While he wasn't quite distraught that he wasn't going to make it back home tonight, he was sort of confused about what he was supposed to do. If there was any city in the world that you wanted to spend a holiday alone in, it would be New York, because there was so much to do there. You weren't the only one who didn't have a traditional family dinner to sit down to, and there were still many restaurants and stores open that otherwise wouldn't be, in suburbs or small towns. Luckily for Dane, though, he didn't even have to resort to spending the evening alone. He had received invitations to sit down for dinner at Deja's, and at Antonia's, and though the invitation had come from Jesse and not the hostess herself, he assumed that he could show up at Cara's too, if he wanted to. Dane wasn't really into that, showing up half welcome, kind of thing though, so he figured that his two options for the night were Deja and Tony. Deja's had been the only official invitation he had received, days in advance, as Tony's only got to him now, as he glanced in the mirror on the way out of his apartment, to make sure that he looked presentable. He set the bottle of wine that he had picked up for Deja's down on the counter as he sent a message back to Tony.

To: Tony
Definitely down. Be by in a minute.


He was already running late to Deja's, so he figured that being a few extra minutes late wasn't going to hurt anyone. Instead of bringing the wine with him to Tony's, though, Dane grabbed a six pack of beer from his fridge, and left his apartment with that. He had only bought the wine for Deja, not because he thought she was a wine fanatic or anything, but because he was used to his father bringing wine over to the house of whoever was hosting a party. It was a simple gift, and as his father said, as long as it wasn't cheap wine, it was appropriate for most occasions. He didn't drink wine regularly himself so he didn't have an extra bottle to take for Tony, but he figured that a six pack of beer would at least be somewhat appropriate. He didn't have anything else to offer, so it was really that or nothing, and he didn't worry too much about it as he headed down the hall and knocked on her apartment door. As he waited for someone to answer, he pulled out his phone once more, this time sending texts to Deja and Jesse.

To: Deja
Sorry for being late. I got out of work later than expected and am just stopping by Tony's for a little. See ya soon.

To: Jesse
Staying at Cara's all night?

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"No biggie, babe. Some people," Tony went back to pointely staring at Ricky after brushing off Sam's refusal to do the prayer, "can make themselves useful and do it. Might as well repent for their sinful ways." Ricky flipped her the bird again, but considering the light glare his Dad tossed him, Tony was well aware that he was on the way to conceding defeat on this matter. So, Tony only offered a bright grin of triumph and turned back to Sam. "I always want, love." When the other woman went to start making her own drink, Tony turned back to her family just as Miguel had gotten on his feet and nudged Ricky to get on with the prayer. Unless it was a big group, like when the family normally got together, prayer wasn't a huge deal. During the holidays, and big family meals, Tony had to endure long prayers that were honestly filled with more shade and judgement than she was pretty sure the lord needed to hear, and it always had her ready to reach across the table for a dinner roll despite knowing that one of her aunts was watching like a hawk. Luckily, during a low-key dinner like the one she had been planning, all that was needed was a few quick words of thanks and appreciation - spoken with warmth, sure, for the sake of not sounding too much like the heathens they all were - and it was time to eat.

Which was why Ricky didn't take too long nor was Sam needed to be still for the entirety of his prayer. Tony repeated a quiet "Amen" upon the end of his very brisk prayer and exclaimed, "Have at it. That's all any of y'all are good for anyway." Ducking a thrown pillow from one of her cousins, Tony felt her phone vibrate again. For a split second, she thought it would be Wes, informing her that he was hanging with Collin for a few, which was something she had expected. Instead, it was a text from Brooklyn that made her furrow her brows in confusion for a moment before rolling her eyes, responding, and putting her phone back into her pocket in favor of going back to the front door and opening it to see Dane waiting. "Well, hello stranger," she said somewhat breathlessly, playfully, leaning against the door frame, a teasing smirk forming. She made a point of raking her eyes from Dane's shoes up to his eyes, though they both knew how much she flirted with him and didn't always mean it. "Fancy seeing you here."

To: Brooke
Love you, but not enough to bring your other blonde bestie my magnanimous presence. Got food and fam to entertain me with



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Did Wes have every intention of at least staying for a few minutes and doing some Thanksgiving greetings? Definitely. Holly had talked nonstop days before about spending Thanksgiving with Cara, so Wes knew for a fact that he wouldn't be forgiven easily if he didn't at least try to sit with them for a bit. Sure, his and Collin's sisters did not get along, but that had nothing to do with either of them, so he and the blonde male were cool. Good friends, even. That didn't stop Wes from giving Collin a half-hearted glare that he hurried to cover up the second Holly bounded over into his space. "Happy Thanksgiving, Holly," he deadpanned, not even bothering for a moment to correct her on that inclusion of Tony's presence along with two of her favorite foods. Especially considering Brooklyn seeming to agree with the nickname Wes was pretty sure he had never heard from the redhead, which made him blush a lot harder than he wanted to admit. Luckily, Cara had come over to usher Holly away and Wes could officially glare at Collin. "You're a real piece of work, Forrester," he mildly threatened and walked further into the apartment, shoving the dessert (albeit carefully, since Tony would have his head if he managed to destroy her "masterpiece" before a knife could) into Collin's hands as he did so.

Wes' eyes fell on those in attendance and he smiled, shoving his hands into the pockets a touch nervously, but made sure to exude friendliness. "Happy Thanksgiving, everyone," he exclaimed. The only people in the room Wes had much of a relationship was with Holly, Collin, and perhaps Brooklyn. He liked the latter, not a lot considering she was more of Tony's friend and he was probably just Tony's little brother, but she wasn't as mean to him as others might have said. Or had to experience - they didn't talk much. Jesse, again, was Tony's friend and he was frequently at the apartment. The guy wasn't bad, that much Wes had surmised, though he could probably do without the two of them fooling around on some of the late nights considering the walls were thinner than at their childhood home. He and Jude rarely interacted, Makayla was nice when Wes did manage to get more than a few words out of her, and Cara...that was another story altogether. She had never been rude to him, that much was certain. But there was no denying how uncomfortable he sometimes felt knowing what Tony disliked about her and well, sensing it for himself. He understood and empathized a bit better than Tony; if there was a snootiness about Cara, it had been a part of her culture. She couldn't just turn it off at will. At the same time, every now and then, she just didn't make him feel as welcome, though unwittingly on her part, he reasoned. More importantly, though, Wes just didn't know how he was supposed to act in this setting. He had known this apartment had tension for awhile and no one wanted to be in the middle of it, even if everyone seemed like they were going to behave for the holiday. "Tones is entertaining some family right now, but she sent me and the pie to wish everyone a Happy Thanksgiving. I don't mean to intrude for too long."

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Dane found himself smirking initially, at Tony's greeting. It was impossible for him to not crack a smile with her, usually, but the way that she looked him up, from feet to head, was so... it was so Tony, and he wanted to either roll his eyes at her, or do the same to her, but hearing voices behind her distracted him enough to leave it at a simple, "Seemed sinful to turn down an offer of food coming out of your kitchen." However, a second later, he decided to be just a bit more playful, the smile on his face widening just a bit as he said, "Plus, I've been so busy with work this week that I figured I shouldn't deprive you of my presence for much longer. You know, gotta be a good friend and all." Flirting with Tony was an interesting thing for Dane, because he normally only flirted with girls that he wanted to get into bed with. He was usually a very upfront guy. He didn't like playing games, and he never would lead someone on if he wasn't interested in them. The exception here, was that he was attracted to Tony, and would probably get into bed with her in a heartbeat, but also, just that he knew that flirting was something that was basically ingrained in Tony's personality. He knew that by now, so it was something he always took lightly.

Tony was leaning on the door frame, so he couldn't completely step into the apartment, but he managed to wiggle past her enough to notice that there were more people over than expected. She hadn't mentioned that she had family over. Sam was one thing, but Dane definitely felt the need to act differently around someone's family. "I didn't realize you had family over. Want me to just meet you at Deja's? Not trying to intrude on your holiday." he asked, switching to a more serious demeanor now. He had no problem with socializing with her family, so it absolutely wasn't anything against him. His thing, was that he felt like he was intruding by being there. Like out of respect, he should let them have their own family time. It wasn't like Tony's apartment didn't smell like pure heaven... but Dane was surprisingly able to suppress his hunger in favor of remembering his morals.

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"Such a gentleman," Tony purred, peering up at him from under her lashes. She honestly probably could have toned her foolishness down for a little bit longer, especially considering the fact that all she had in her system in terms of liquid courage was three beers. None of those were enough to blame her antics on alcohol since beers hardly affected her at all, but she couldn't help herself. Flirting had become like taking another breath for Tony, a fact that Wes had rolled his eyes about one too many times in the past. She couldn't honestly remember when it had become such an integral part of her personality, but before she knew it, she was spouting out absolute bullshit to people and batting her eyes before she had even became legal enough to follow through on some of the salacious promises she had hooked bar patrons with as a minor. Of course, none of them were Dane and they definitely weren't one of her friends. Not that that would have stopped her from ever flirting considering the way she had turned his presence into her own personal excuse to bombard him with her flirtations, but the truth was that Tony didn't always mean it. She couldn't always help it. Was she attracted to Dane? Undoubtedly so and she had no problem telling him that if he ever really wanted to know if he should take her seriously. At the same time, and it was probably a testament to the fact that she was a lot more complex than she would like to admit, Tony wasn't always one someone should take seriously.

With a look of boredom on her face upon Dane acknowledging her present company, Tony waved her hand behind her and moved out of his way, grasping his arm and pulling him in while stating, "Mi familia es su familia. They're not even staying long anyway." Once they both were inside, Tony glanced at her cousins and uncle, who had started making their plates, and at Sam. "Hey, guys! This is Dane. Behave." Emmanuel snorted derisively and Tony had the right mind to throw something at him, but it required her to release Dane and go to her couch, and that was more effort than she needed to be exerting after all that cooking. Turning back to Dane, Tony smiled, this time more tame, "You're welcome to eat something here. We're real chill and I'm planning on dragging Sam back to Deja to get wasted."

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The smell of food that filled the Garcias apartment made it hard for Dane to want to leave anyway, but once Tony had led him inside and made his presence known to the others, he figured he had to stay regardless. He set the six pack of beer down on the counter, where Tony had other drinks lined up, and figured that it went without a formal saying that it was his offering in exchange for his invitation here. Before leaving them there, he took one of the beers out and opened it for himself, though. "Hey guys. Happy Thanksgiving,"
he said once he turned back to the others. He wasn't nervous, necessarily, because while he wasn't exactly exuberant, he also wasn't timid. However, he was just the type of person who needed a few minutes of time to prove that he wasn't really intruding, before loosening up. Seeing Sam there made him feel more comfortable, but then again, he knew that by now, she and Tony were probably like family with how frequently they saw each other. For a moment, Dane felt compelled to go over to the eldest male in the room, shake his hand and offer him a personal 'Happy Thanksgiving', but the man seemed preoccupied with his food, and Dane didn't want to interrupt that.

Sam's words made Dane crack a smile, and he figured that if she and Tony were talking about downing booze in front of Tony's family, he didn't have to be all that uptight about being respectful and proper in front of them either. He wasn't about to toss his morals to the wind, but he also knew that he could lighten up a bit. "Deja actually just texted me back," he said, glancing towards his phone momentarily, "So yeah, I'll definitely head over there with you guys when you do, but yeah, eating here beforehand sounds like a good idea. I never knew Deja was big on cooking." He and Deja were friends, good friends, actually, so it was surprising that he had never heard of her cooking talents, but then again, it wasn't like Dane was the kind of person who knew every detail about his friends lives. He doubted Deja sucked at making food if she was willingly doing it for a bunch of people, and the only doubt in his mind about eating her food stemmed from the idea that he assumed she had cooked it all while intoxicated or she had tampered with it in some harmless (but odd) way in one of her little pranks. Either way, he already knew that Tony's food smelled good, and he was here, so eating a plate of hers wasn't going to kill anyone. Plus, with Dane's appetite, he knew that there would always be room for seconds once he got to Deja's.

Like the guys, Sam had a plate full of food already, and though Dane was ready to make one for himself, he looked to Tony first, after Sam's words reminded him of Weston's absence. "Speaking of Weston, where do you want me to sit? Don't wanna take your bro's spot."

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Tony beamed with pleasure at Sam's compliment. She didn't exactly cook every day and she definitely was nowhere near ready to compete on Chopped, but when she did cook, she aimed to please. More than that, she aimed to bring back a little of her mother, a feat she only deemed possible during the holidays when all she had were memories of watching how methodical her mom had been about each step and the recipes she had the foresight of writing down back then for Tony's sake. But despite how sentimental she would verbally deny that she was being, she did like knowing that she was doing her mother's cooking justice. Tony herself wouldn't be able to tell you anything other than what tastes good with what. Wouldn't be able to come up with anything. But she was at least good at following instructions and that, in and of itself, was enough to have her beaming. Albeit, she dramatically flipped her hair in faux arrogance.

"Awww, shucks babe," she exclaimed, smiling widening into a wicked grin. "Why kick him out when you could just move in with lil ol' me? You know I'd share all of my space with you." Giggling at the way her uncle tossed her a rather disturbed expression, Tony turned back to Dane, shrugging at his curiosity over Deja's cooking. "I mean, if you wanna eat, you gotta be big on it. Even a little," she reasoned aloud. She too would have never pegged Deja for a cooker, but the girl's excitement for the holiday - for sharing it with everyone - probably either had her researching or asking around for recipes. Which wasn't anything new. Tony had old acquaintances who asked for one of her aunts' numbers every year for the best way to cook a turkey or a ham, and for that one casserole recipe they didn't know how to recreate. She figured that the food at Deja's was probably going to be good since, when she did put her mind to it, Deja was good at stuff. "Now, you're really stuck, D. Go make yourself a plate and sit where you want. Wes is a big boy. He can deal with no assigned seating at home." To show that there needed to not be any hesitation, Tony headed into the kitchen, picked up two paper plates and dangled one in Dane's direction.



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Nicest Cara had ever been or not, as soon as Collin pretty much willing (though really unwilling, but there seemingly wasn't much he could do now that the blonde had been summoned and by Brooklyn no less) to let him go, Wes ready to head back to his and Tony's apartment. For just a moment, he was obliged to feel guilty, but only a little. He had adhered to and respect Collin's invite to come over and even came with a gift. Not wanting to stay when he had actual family at his apartment was excuse enough to get back to it. Plus, Wes figured that he could always check on Collin later, see if his friend needed to use his apartment for the night to get away from whatever tension was present at Brooklyn and Cara's prolonged sharing of space. He couldn't really fathom how the hell the two girls managed to share an apartment when they obviously weren't fans of one another, but Weston also wasn't of the mind to stay for too long to figure out if the girls could manage at eating at the same table.

Turning back to Holly, Wes smiled again and said, "I'm headed home now, Holly. You should go enjoy Cara's food since it smells so good and I'll make sure to tell Tony to set you aside something if you want, okay?" If Collin really had wanted to, as he had said before jetting off to see whatever it was that Brooklyn wanted, he really could have used Holly to his advantage. Even if Wes would have been side-eyeing him for the rest of the night. Wes couldn't exactly explain it, but he really did like Holly. A lot more than he thought he would when they first met. But then again, it was something he and Tony agreed on. Something about Holly's energy could be contagious and she was...pure, for lack of a better word. He couldn't help but want to preserve that, indulge it. Even if that meant she occasionally had the skill of getting him to do what she wanted.

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Tony and Sam did enough insisting that Dane took the plate that Tony was offering him and began to make himself a plate. He thought that he was going light on the servings in order to be polite, but it spoke of his appetite when he was in that mindset, and yet sooner than later, his plate was completely full. With a beer in hand, he headed towards the table and upon finding an empty seat, he sat down. Though the girls insisted that taking someone else's seat wasn't a big deal, Dane couldn't help but to want to be polite. Even besides Weston, Dane didn't know if Tony had another family member in the bathroom or on their way, who he was going to be taking the seat of. He tried not to worry about it though, and once he was seated and was actually able to process all of the extraordinary looking (and smelling) food on his plate, those worries drifted to the back of his mind. "Was the bar crazy packed last night?" he said, looking to both Tony and Sam as he spoke. "The night before Thanksgiving is usually one of the biggest drinking nights of the year, right?" Dane wasn't sure if it was that way in New York, but back at home, it was true. The night was often called "Blackout Wednesday" and it was said that some of the bars were more packed then than they were on New Year's Eve. As a teenager (when his fake ID managed to actually work), and while in college, Dane often found himself drinking into oblivion on that night. Work had forced him to grow up quite a bit now, so he definitely had missed out on the usual partying last night, though if he had been free, he likely would have ended up at Tony's bar. It was the bar in the city that he felt most comfortable at, and he knew that it was always a good time there, even if she and Sam were too busy working to actually party with him.

He took a bite out of the food, then, and as he expected to be, he was quite pleased. The texture, the juiciness, the temperature, the taste... it was all spot on, and though Dane wouldn't have expected any less of Tony, he still had to grin with the mouth full of food at just how nicely it all overwhelmed his taste buds. A splash of the cold beer to wash it down made it even better.

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"Listen," Tony dragged out as she fixed her plate up, pausing in the middle of scooping out some of the stuffing to put on the plate as she fixed Dane with the most done expression she could muster. "If I never have to hear ole Billy talk about the gold ole days while drunk on his ass and holding me up when I'm tryin' to close, I will die happy." Miguel grunted in agreement. Billy was one of their oldest patrons at the bar, which was why Tony hadn't exactly cursed his name to the lowest pits of hell or told him off for passing out in one of the old booths. When she was younger, Billy gave wartime stories from his past and talked about some of the earlier days of the bar that he remembered. Tony had sat, back then, transfixed by the tales, even when her abuela had told her that he might have told a few fibs here and there. That didn't mean that he was exempt from getting some kind of tongue lashing when he was holding Tony up after a busy night like the pre-Thanksgiving drunk fest. Granted, he had been a bit more solemn than normal; Billy didn't have anymore living family in New York and he was adamant about not leaving, despite his eldest daughter's family asking him every year just to move to Virginia. He was a sweet man, though. Tony had walked him home, despite being bone-tired. "But dude, it was baaaaad. Especially the college kids cuz half of them couldn't afford to fly back home and were gonna have to deal with the higher Megabus tickets if they tried leaving this late. If I hadn't needed to cook this morning, I could've slept til' at least four." Not to mention that the holidays usually had Tony feeling a bit more invigorated than any of the other days of the year; she wouldn't have really been able to sleep comfortably, even if she really wanted to.

Just as Tony was finishing up with her plate and getting another beer, Wes walked through the door, blinking once when he saw the newest guest and then smiling. "Oh wow, Dane, hey man. Didn't know you'd be sliding through. Happy Thanksgiving," he greeted, closing the front door and walking further into the apartment. Wes liked Dane; he was one of the few guy friends Tony had that Wes genuinely felt comfortable with. Grinning wickedly, Tony skipped over to him with her plate and beer, exclaiming, "There's my Westy baby!" Wes stopped her with a hand before she could throw her arms around him as dramatically as she had planned. "Can you not? For like, one day?" Tony rolled her eyes, feigning displeasure and hurt as she slid over to the couch to perch herself on one of the arms. "You're no fun. Sam doesn't reject my affection. She even volunteered to sit in my lap." Wes smirked. "That's only because Sam doesn't have memories of you being part-Octopus at night whenever I had a nightmare." Wes shot her a long-suffering glance as Tony pouted, but she was smirking while Ricky was chuckling, so Wes was pretty sure he hadn't really hurt her feelings. Plus, she'd been sipping on alcohol all day. He doubted she was as sober as she wanted to believe that she was, even though it would take a lot more than just a few beers during the day to get Tony tipsy enough where one could genuinely see it. He had no doubt, though, that she'd be at least stumbling at some point. "Oh snap now, guys. Wes finally found his balls hiding from behind mama bear right here,"Ricky declared, changing seats so that he could sit on the couch and be next to Tony. She shoved at him with the hand holding her beer, and then set the bottle down on the floor near his feet. Wes rolled his eyes, but shot back, "Real funny, Ricky. We're all still waiting for yours to drop." Wes dodged at the pillow that was thrown at him, grinning at the laughter that followed his rebuttal as he went into the kitchen to make himself a plate.