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"You are American!" the barmaid exclaimed in delight when House sat down and asked for a scotch. "Happy Thanksgiving!"

House arched a brow at her enthusiasm, but then again, one of the reasons he'd come inside was that he'd seen the Macy's Thanksgiving Parade playing on the television above the bar. "Just like home," he said, nodding up at the television. "The crass commercialization designed as holiday spirit just gives me warm fuzzies."

She laughed. "I have pumpkin pie."

"You're shitting me. Really?"

She shrugged. "Used to be married to one of you. He was from Wisconsin. Liked pie."

House pulled out his wallet and took out a fifty pound bill, set it on the bar. "I'm going to sit here and watch the parade. Bring me whatever you like."

She was clearly thrilled about the challenge, because in addition to the pumpkin pie, she started whipping up experimental Thanksgiving-themed cocktails. It was amazing what could be made with cranberry and apple cider. An hour and a half later, House was drinking what she described as a cranberry orange margherita, and on his second piece of pie.

"Happy Thanksgiving!" he yelled to whoever walked in, hearing the tingling of the bells there.

Date: 2016-11-24 05:32 pm (UTC)
london_spy: (nowhere left)
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Danny looked startled by the loud greeting as he stepped through the door, large eyes going slightly wider before he glanced behind himself in search of who was being spoken to- Only to find no one.

"Oh, um, yes. Happy Thanksgiving," he told the American, his voice low and a bit rough sounding, as though a bit dehydrated.

Danny was always thin, but at the moment he was exceptionally gaunt, his spiral back into the club scene doing his already sick body no favours. To top it all off, he'd been forgetting to take his meds, and getting back into the habit was a bit like starting all over again. Between the meds, the booze, and the recreational drugs, his body was having a hell of a time of it.

"Can I get a pint please?" he asked the barmaid as he perched himself on a stool only two down from the American.

"Of course," she nodded, pausing and then quietly adding, "How about something to eat, love, hmm?"

Danny looked unsure, then shrugged. "Sure. Chips or something. Whatever's easy to heat up."

His gaze flickered over to the American as she walked away, observing him curiously.

Date: 2016-11-24 06:12 pm (UTC)
london_spy: (thoughtful)
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"Pie?" Danny asked, glancing at the man's drink, then down at the plate put in front of him. It looked like no pie he'd ever had.

"Chips will be out in a few, pet, the barmaid said as she pulled his pint.

Once she was gone, Danny poked at his pie with a fork, leaning towards the other man and asking quietly. "What sort of pie is this?"

Date: 2016-11-24 10:14 pm (UTC)
london_spy: (jumper)
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"I've never had a pumpkin spice latte," Danny admitted with a faint smile. Even strung out and ill, Danny had a charm, something genuine under all that trouble.

"The rare occasion I have coffee, I tend to have it black," he told the man thoughtfully, cutting into the pie with his fork and taking a bite.

He chewed slowly, taking the time to really taste what he was eating. He was a sucker for moments like this, first meetings, first tastes. The romantic in him made him linger on what felt important- While also making even the most minor events seem just that. Important.

"It's lovely," he said after a moment. "Sweeter than I thought it would be."

Date: 2016-11-24 11:50 pm (UTC)
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Danny's gaze drifted to the telly, soaking in the parade, then cutting away as an alarm on his phone chimed quietly. He silenced it with a swipe of his thumb, pulling his medication out and taking the pill dry. He had been down to a pill a day, but after missing so many he'd had to start all over, and his ARV regiment was quite intense at the moment.

Worth it though, he hoped.

"How long have you been in the UK?" he asked the man, pausing a beat, then offering his hand. "I'm Danny, by the way."

Date: 2016-11-25 01:09 am (UTC)
london_spy: (down)
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"I don't know what you mean," Danny said awkwardly, looking away and washing the pill down with a mouthful of beer.

Date: 2016-11-25 01:55 am (UTC)
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Danny was silent for a long moment, watching the man as he took his pills, then shrugging.

"I'm trying," he said quietly. "...It's hard. I was doing well for a while, but-"

Well he was sure this stranger didn't care. Even if he did, no one would believe half of what he'd been through anyway.

"...Anyway, aren't you supposed to spend Thanksgiving with family? That's what always happens on American telly shows. People eating turkey and fighting with their families."

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Date: 2016-11-24 06:10 pm (UTC)
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"Back atcha!" Curnen called back when she got over the surprise of someone greeting her that way. Her accent had little in common with his, but it was undoubtedly also American.

Thanksgiving wasn't a big deal among the Tufa. Sure, they celebrated it, but for pretty much the same reason they celebrated any other human holiday--cultural osmosis. It was nice, and they liked it okay, but it didn't really mean anything.

But there was something here that was very, very important.

Curnen's already wide eyes went enormous. "Is that pie? I want pie."

Date: 2016-11-24 11:04 pm (UTC)
wispofathing: (Lazy)
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Curnen gave a squeak of excitement when she sat down; it had been way too long since she'd had pie. "Well. My family's too big to cram into one kitchen and too poor for commercialism to matter. We get through okay."

Date: 2016-11-25 02:22 am (UTC)
wispofathing: (Something sweet)
From: [personal profile] wispofathing
Music drew her attention to the screen and she watched the performance. She sucked on her fork and her brows slowly drew further and further together in a thoughtful frown as she tried to discern just where the problem was. All she knew was, it definitely wasn't very good. "... Music industry ain't so lucky, though."

Date: 2016-11-26 02:35 am (UTC)
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Curnen had started lightly tapping her fingers on the bar figuring out chords, for once not thinking about the first impression that her hands would make. No, she could hear it now. So much popular music she heard these days was... practically calculated. Like a machine had written it instead of a person.

"Well," she said, "some of us kids kinda like music that's got at least a little soul."

It was not entirely an inaccurate thing to say. Chronologically she was older than anything in this room and then some. But time didn't work the same for everybody.

She smiled bright at the barmaid when she got her pie. "Thank you kindly, ma'am."

Date: 2016-11-26 10:18 pm (UTC)
wispofathing: (Hair)
From: [personal profile] wispofathing
Curnen gave him playful side-eye when she saw him looking, taking a bite of the pie. "So. What grabbed you about the parade when you seem to've written off everything it stands for?"

Date: 2016-11-29 03:17 am (UTC)
wispofathing: (Sweet girl)
From: [personal profile] wispofathing
Curnen grinned wide at that and bit her lip against a giggle when she saw the image on screen. "Then you must be homesick fit to cry 'bout now."

Date: 2016-11-25 07:50 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] sunsongs
"... not that I don't want to see you. I've got gigs lined up already. You and Mom should come out here," Coby was saying as he walked into the bar.

Then he sighed, "Yeah, that was some guy in the bar. I guess 'cause the parade's on the tv. No, I don't think... Yeah, you have a good day at the mission, and I'll talk to you tomorrow.... Love you too, Dad."

Phone in his pocket by the time he settled on a barstool, Coby ran a hand through his hair and waiting for the bartender to get to him. "What's Mr. Thanksgiving drinking?" he asked, pointing at the colorful drink. "You know what, don't tell me, I'll take one. The surprise could be fun."

"Another American! Happy Thanksgiving!" she answered, sounding excited by the prospect as she began mixing his cocktail. "Now you don't have to celebrate alone."

Date: 2016-11-29 05:55 am (UTC)
sunsongs: (spot in the corner)
From: [personal profile] sunsongs
"Hey, one of the advantages of being here on Thanksgiving day is not having to socialize with people unless you want to," Coby told the guy. "I just came in for a drink.

"I will try a piece of the pie, though," he added for the bartender. It was pie, why wouldn't he?


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