Devil's Nest, Monday, 11/25

[bitten_notshy]

Tino and the DJ were both decked out for the upcoming holiday in festive turkey hats.

Jack fended off their offer of a matching pumpkin pie hat, realizing he was going to pay for it in glares for the rest of the night. He ignored them and set to making drinks with lots of cranberry juice in them.

[OOC: Open bar, no OCD!]

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[justlurkinghere]

"...do I want to know?" God help him if those hats were still there for Wednesday.

[bitten_notshy]

Jack sighed heavily. "So the hats aren't an American tradition?"

[justlurkinghere]

"They told you that?" SIGH.

[bitten_notshy]

"They tried," Jack nodded. "I suppose it was easier than admitting they just like putting turkeys on their heads."

[justlurkinghere]

"I used to think Tiny was the normal one." USED TO.

[bitten_notshy]

"Not the DJ?" Jack asked

[justlurkinghere]

"He wore a plastic bikini to work one day."

DEREK WISHED HE COULD GO BLIND. AND THEN POSSIBLY FORM SOME SORT OF PACK OF ALPHAS.

[bitten_notshy]

Jack blanched. "Was it clear, or colored?"

He had no idea why he felt driven to know these things.

[justlurkinghere]

"Flesh tone." He came in like a wrecking ball.

[bitten_notshy]

"... oh god, that's like something in a serial killer film."

WHY. WHY HAD JACK ASKED.

[justlurkinghere]

JACK WANTED TO BEAT DEREK IN BEING THE BLIND, BRITISH ALPHA PACK LEADER. THAT'S WHAT WAS HAPPENING HERE.

"That would be less terrifying."

[bitten_notshy]

"You might be right," Jack conceded. "We'd have a chance against a serial killer."

[justlurkinghere]

"I'm pretty sure Eric would actually fire him then." Not 100% sure, though.

[bitten_notshy]

Jack tilted his head at Derek. "Technically I think vampires are serial killers," he mused.

[justlurkinghere]

"...so we're stuck with the DJ either way." Damn it, Jack.

[bitten_notshy]

"Afraid so," Jack nodded. "Unless he kills someone during his set. I don't think Eric wants the mess."

[justlurkinghere]

Derek sighed, taking a seat. "Something warm?"

[bitten_notshy]

"You got it," Jack said, going to pour a cup of coffee. "Are you doing anything Thursday, by the way? I think I'm going over to Dr. Lecter's."

[justlurkinghere]

"Not too eager to celebrate this year," Derek said with a look down at the bar.

[bitten_notshy]

"...right," Jack said, wincing. "Sorry. Dumb question."

He hadn't thought about Laura in a while, but now he was sad too.

[justlurkinghere]

DEREK WAS A PARTY KILLER.

"Bring me some leftovers." There, mood saved.

It was not saved at all.

[bitten_notshy]

"If I can," Jack promised, because it was the least he could do. "... do you want to talk about it?"

Not his favorite question. Probably not Derek's, either. But it seemed the thing to do.

[justlurkinghere]

"I'd rather have coffee." And commiserate with someone who knew her.

[bitten_notshy]

Jack nodded, passed the fresh coffee over the counter with cream and sugar by the side.

A moment later: "She threw an excellent Thanksgiving, didn't she?"

[justlurkinghere]

"She did," Derek muttered, pouring a little cream into his cup. He might have had a vague smile about him. Even if it was a little sad. "We didn't celebrate the first few years."

[bitten_notshy]

"Not surprised," Jack said, thinking about it. "It's for families, isn't it? Not really for two people."

[justlurkinghere]

"Maybe next year." He could drag Jackson into it. By making him bring rolls.

[bitten_notshy]

"I should still be here," Jack nodded. "And I can almost cook, too."

[justlurkinghere]

"That'd be nice." And you might be clung to, Jack. Let's be honest.

[bitten_notshy]

Jack smiled. "To tell the truth," he said, leaning toward Derek, "it'll probably be more fun than the one this year. Not that Hannibal isn't perfectly nice, but he's not pack."

[justlurkinghere]

And they could kill a deer and--what, Derek no. No. That was weird.

"Try to enjoy it," Derek said dryly. But he was smiling a little more. Which looked a lot like a smirk on him.