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Richard was stopping back at the cafeitera to return his tray, He was lost in his own thoughts, flashing back and forth between his normal holiday greif and thoughts of his coming transformation. How much longer did he have? He barely noticed Gaius as he stepped through the door and headed directly to the tray return.

There was probably some rule about not getting oneself drunk earlier than 5 in the evening, but it had been forgotten in favor of a couple drinks too many and lack of a watch. It wasn't even so that he could loosen up. He'd had one drink, and another, and at least a couple more, as if with each he was a step closer to throwing away what memories he had. It hadn't done what he'd hoped it would, and while he wasn't blind drunk, he wasn't an expert at coordination or judgement for the time being.

He was dressed as he usually went, in a pair of now significantly sun-bleached pants, and his hat. There was enough sand around the bottom of the pant legs to indicate where he'd been, if his wobbly movement didn't. He stepped into the cafeteria from outside, blinking as his eyes adjusted from bright sunlight to the indoor lighting. The decorations took him by surprise, as did the live turkeys that wandered about. Thanksgiving? Already? He moved away from one of the idiotic birds and closer to the table of food, still not saying a word. There were a couple of people around. Some guy with a greenish pallor to him, the crazy old man.... and Gaius.

It took roughly two minutes as he stared, looked over at the tables of unappetizing food, and the idea clicked. With an odd smile on his face, he made his slow way toward the food, putting various things onto the plate that he had no intention of eating. Even if he wanted to, his digestive tract would have refused outright. Why bother? There was more to food than just eating it.

He waited until he'd passed Gaius and was safely out of view behind the horselike guy. Then, completely casually, he smashed the plate of assorted messy foods square between Gaius's shoulders, taking several steps away afterward. It was all he could do not to laugh. Yet.

Miller couldn't hear the chaos unfolding as he walked in to the cafateria, his ipod made sure that he was completly unaware of the fact that walking right behind Zach would earn him a nice bit of corn to the chest.

"What the-" he looked up spotting Gaius with corn on his hands. That son of a b***h threw corn at him! Or so he thought. He didn't know Zach was the target. First things first thought the boy took his ipod shoving it in his pocket before grabbing the closest tray as a shield as he made his way over to a table holding a nice bowl of cranberry sauce.

Zach dodged awkwardly out of Gaius's throw, letting it hit the unwary guy behind him. He didn't have long to laugh at the spectacle before some mashed potatoes got him in the side of the face. He wiped them off with his hand, but he wasn't sure who'd thrown them with the alcohol making things a little dizzying. Gaius, probably. A challenge was a challenge, though.

He snuck back toward the food table as fast as he could with out tripping and grabbed a roll, launching it in what he thought was Gaius's direction. He'd have to blame his unsteady aim for not hitting the desired target, but there'd be other opportunities.

The scream caught Richard's attention and snapped him out of his depressing thoughts. He spun and see Zach and Gaius, well he thought it might be Gaius although the man had obiviously changed since RIchard had last talked to him. It took him just a few moments to gather what was going on but figured it out as Gaius whipped the corn back at Zach.

He laughed outloud at the antics, forgetting his troubles for the moment. He did love the three stooges style antics. For the moment he treated the fight like a free show.

Liamh grinned at Aislinn and handed her his tray. "Come on! It's war!" He laughed, scooping up another spoonful - this time of greenbeans. "Have at thee!" He let fly toward the lizard-guy again, but the long floppy projectiles didn't fly as well as the solid glop, and scattered. They missed Zach completely and a few of them splattered Miller across the shoulder and chest.

Liamh's grin turned sheepish. "Oops. En-guarde!"

((I demand a fecking re roll... *Stabs Gaia*))

Miller continued to flind gravy makeing his way to the turkeys. Sure it was wrong, yes it was sick. But revenge- hold that stringed beans sucked. "Jerk! I hate green beans!" He didn't even bother to fight back this time he was too buys getting rid of the beans, so disgusting, vile vile beans.