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Wash slid into a seat next to Sasha, glancing at the bottle, then back at Jerry, then over to Rin.

He sighed, and didn't comment. Where was the happy laughter, the friendly banter? Where was the joy? This was...well. It wasn't anything like the Thanksgivings he'd had before. It was a little depressing. The boozing, the tension, the awkward furtive glances. But then again, how much did they all really have to be thankful for?

Besides just being alive.

God, can't we all jus' ha' this one nice evenin'...

He bowed his head over his empty plate, saying a little prayer. Wash murmured it quietly, under his breath, hands clasped in his lap so as not to disturb anyone. "Bless us Oh Lord, and these thy gifts, which we are about to receive, from thy bounty, through Christ, Our Lord. Amen."

Once he made sure no one else was in dire need of some booze, in what could perhaps be noted as an act of killing time, Rep very carefully made his way to the table. It was the dizziest few steps he'd taken in a while. Maybe mixing whiskey and rum on an empty stomach wasn't the greatest idea, even for someone who used to have a mean alcohol tolerance. Pulling out the chair was harder than it looked too, making every effort not to give any impression of how much he'd had to drink but on his first attempt actually missing grabbing the chair at all.

He sat down and eyed the whiskey. Then the food. Then the bottle again.

"Aye. Itsss.. a lot of food. Heh. Too many veggies."

The last time he'd had to eat at a table like this he'd been with Clarice and that had been awkward. Now there were people everywhere all around him. People he currently felt warmly towards but who nevertheless scared the bejeesus out of him.

He wasn't sure where his hunger had gone.

Marcus simply sat himself down at the table after pouring himself some water. Why get drunk? It wasn't even pre mission. Deus ex, land of the lush. Looking down the table it was hard not to notice the tension, noe the sudden shift in seating. What he normally would have expected was just... Not happening. Dis only told him that maybe they had the right idea.

The vampire was studiously ignored, even if he was hissing up a storm at his hunter for attention. "I realize it may seem an odd thing but... Growing up my mom always had us go around the table and say what we were thankful for before we could eat." It felt odd, he realized. This was his first thanksgiving on the island really. Over a year and it never really was touched upon. The pang of what he left behind coming as just that, a pang of nostalgia. Of something sacrificed. "Sorry, just... Seems like it might be nice. Hear what we all have to be thankful for."

If people did it was entirely up in the air. Maybe they would be mature, maybe not. "I'm thankful that despite it all... Pretty much all of us strays are still around and alive. Even if a few are out at other bases."

Jerry pursed his lips as Rep wobbled off with Harrison, and sighed as he found ice for his glass and found a seat on his own. What was he going to do? Sasha hated him, Wash hated him by proxy, Rin didn't seem very friendly and was hovering by Sasha regardless, although he did want to find out what on Earth had happened to her, Otto had bailed and was having a good time with his girls, Hazel was Moon-pow-wowing, and Jordan had been rather short and probably happier relaxing with his boys.

He fidgeted with his napkin turkey, closing his eyes and tried to hold in the feeling he had had during the impromptu sing along. That had been fun, right?

And Marcus was busy trying to get people to share what they were thankful for. He stared deep into his vodka. Friends? Well, he hadn't been told off, and they had sung along- they LIKED it. Just because she was sitting over there with her disdainful, disapproving expression the entire time didn't mean the rest hadn't been amused! They all NEEDED a little lightness now and then!

He downed his drink, straightening in his chair and lifted his glass before beaming down the table, "I'm thankful for good booze, and good friends!"

Ofelia didn't....really have anywhere she wanted to sit, nor anyone she really wanted to sit by. One of the people she'd been hoping to see hadn't shown up, leaving her a bit alone out there, and since everyone seemed to be gathering into personal groups she opted to just sort of stand in the corner and wait to see what everyone was doing. If needs be she'd just eat in the kitchen, on an excuse that someone needed to be up and going to get things for people, but the truth of the matter was this all felt very awkward to her.

It had been exciting cooking, it had been exciting baking, but when the singing and alcohol came around it got a little too much for her and maybe turned a bit overwhelming. That all being said Ofelia moved towards Melvin and leaned in, whispering into his ear. "Ah'll.....be in the kitchen if'n y'all need sommin'. Enjoy, okay?"

Yeah, it was....fun to eat with a big group but Ofelia wasn't really feeling it. It was a bit out of place, she knew and loved everyone, but. . . nope, not this time. She could and would eat her potatoes in silence near the sink. A weak wave was given in passing to Sasha, and Wash (because she liked them, they'd helped), and the redhead disappeared into the kitchen.

Hazel decided to sit down across from Otto, since she did try to convince him to stay after all.

Looking at the plate in front of her, she started to fashion a small, miniature sized turkey out of various food items that she could grab at arm's reach.

"I'm thankful for a new life," is all she said as she plopped a green bean at the end of the food turkey's butt for a tail feather.

Melvin walked about the tables, having uncorked 3 bottles of red whine and was walking down to set them on the table. At Marcus' suggestion, he smiled. "Just what I had in mind. Everyone should say at least one thing they are thankful for." He passes by Rep and tapped him on the head. "..before we all eat." Yes Rep. Thanks THEN eating.

When everyone started, he heard Ofelia and was he dash to the kitchens. "I left something in the kitchen. Keep going guys." Melvin walked off and entered the kitchen where Ofelia had dashed. "Ofelia, get back in there. We made this happen as a group, we'll enjoy it as one." His voice just barely hinted he was upset.