Happy Turkey Day (Thanksgiving RP)

"Ah! Where did I put my...Carbone Karras, I gonna tan your hide you keep your hands OFF!!!"

"OW!!! Kee-rap, Mom..."

"See? This is why I ain't cookin'." Tommy declared with a nod, shooting a smile at his father and daughter as he took a sip of his beer before bending over to pick up the sock monkey she'd just dropped. "Careful, Bunny Girl."

"Hummy, Tata." she informed him, patting her belly.

"Yeah, we know. Dinner's comin' soon."

Content to go back to making her sock monkey flap his arms, Tommy caught sight of his father's smile. Aunt Zephyr and Carbone had flown in for Thanksgiving, which his mom and dad were hosting this year. He'd heard that Channing might be by, but he wasn't sure if she was coming. Zee was flitting between helping in the kitchen and sitting with May and him, trying to do a little bit of everything. It was Mayilia's first Thanksgiving, and really their first Thanksgiving as a family.

"So, you ever gonna marry that girl, Tom Tom? Or you gonna stay engaged your whole life?"

Tommy laughed, shrugging. "Hey, we can't agree on a first dance song for the reception. I'm havin' way too much fun planning this thing, and I'm kinda glad it's gotten bigger than we expected. Zee wanting it, I mean. Besides, she's busy as shit with the way the band's blown up, and I got fuckin' TV offers coming in now..."

"If you boys are talking business, I gonna put you out the door with your wife, little brother!!"

Gregory Karras rolled his eyes, leaning back in the sofa to look at his sister. "All apologies, dearest!!"

"Spoiled man...hmph!"

Tommy just laughed, shaking his head as he set his beer down and picked up Mayilia. "C'mere, Bunny...let's go see what Mommy's doing."

Thankful for a quiet moment (rp for dealing_death)

The world was going to Hell in a handbasket, but there was still hope for the masses...at least until the war started spilling into his home.

The few nights she came home to him now, he could still see the blood and the horror in her face and feel it on her hands when she touched him. When it violated the sanctum of his home, his bed, that was when a line was crossed.

And he was having none of it, especially not today.

So when Selene showed up at his place that night, sans Michael, Tommy was in the kitchen working hard on his current project. The loft was filled with the smells of cooked turkey, stuffing, and cranberry sauce.

Glancing over his shoulder from the kitchen, he smiled shyly as she approached and stepped aside to reveal that the turkey was, in fact, a store bought breast, the stuffing was boxed, and the cranberry sauce was straight from a can.

"It ain't exactly homemade and traditional...but fuck it, it's Thanksgiving." he remarked sheepishly, walking around the breakfast counter to stand before her. "And it's our first together, so...I promise, when the vampires decide to take a fuckin' vacation? I'll cook a real bird, show you just how good this house can smell, 'kay?"