WHO: AMERICA!! and you!
WHEN: July 4th, baby!
WHERE: Outside of the apartments
FILTER: OPEN OPEN OPEN
WHAT: IT'S HIS BIRTHDAY AND HE'LL ABUSE CAPSLOCK GRILL IF HE WANTS TO
NOTES: PG-13 default, depending on guests of course. Action or Prose-type posts welcome!
STATUS: ONGOING
There was absolutely no way that things could go wrong. -well there were, but America wasn't going to let that happen. He'd taken precautions. He'd been planning this thing for months. It felt like months, anyway.
Drinks were lined up on a table he'd carried over from the other apartment complex. Still no bread, but people that knew America well enough by now (or had a sneak preview of his cooking a few days ago) would know to expect several pieces of meat smacked together. There was an abundance of tribble patties waiting their turn on the grill, and on another plate he had the special patties, and it still amazed him at how many one could get from one fat rabbit. It was just a pity there was no real beef. That would have hit the spot and made the whole thing even more worthwhile, but America was feeling too good about things to complain now.
He hoped people would come- if they hadn't seen the fliers he'd drawn and stuck up in the halls of the apartment, then surely they'd come to investigate the smell. Hopefully they wouldn't be surprised if they saw a few of the locals come to join them too- hey, America had to invite some of them. After all, you could take the citizens out of America, but you couldn't take the America out of the citizens.
"Too bad I couldn't pull off the firework stuff in time..." he said with a sigh as he inspected the cooking meat. "...or a real cake." He eyed the large mass encased in bright green frosting that sat at the edge of the table. Don't be fooled. It's meat too.