Giving Thanks (fwd-dated to Thursday -gathering)

[notarailrdstory]

This wasn't the life Cullen ever foresaw for himself. Of course, there was no way to predict he'd find himself in the future, working in a "drag" bar with an adopted kind of family (and a special someone he might or might not have been courting...). With the week off, he took it upon himself to make sure those near him had a meal to celebrate

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[n0tamusketeer]

What did a Musketeer bring to a holiday he didn't understand?

Booze.

He figured it was a safe bet. Hence that was why he was at the door with a bottle in a strange-feeling flimsy bag given to him by the merchant, wearing, still his garb (minus, though, most of his weapons, seeing as it was a holiday).

He knocked, prepared lest someone decide they wanted to come at him for courting Michonne.

:P

[timetobeaman]

"I got it!" A young voice called from behind the door and it was sung open to reveal a teenager (who was for once not wearing his father's hat, but with neatly combed hair and button up shirt). Carl frowned when he didn't recognize the person at the door.

"Uh... hi." The 'who're you?' was evident in his tone.

XD

[n0tamusketeer]

Cue one equally surprised Musketeer. "Hello," he said, his accent thick, but the words recognizable. "I - " He couldn't offer booze to a boy. "I on the invitation of Michonne."

[timetobeaman]

He stared at d'Artagnan, The invitation of Michonne?

He glanced back to where Michonne was just out of sight in the other room. "You are?" Carl might have been standing a bit straighter now, posturing and trying to seem taller. He was the protective sort, "What's your name?"

[n0tamusketeer]

With a small, wry smile at the change in posture, d'Artagnan bowed just a little, "Charles Ogier de Batz de Castelmore, Comte d'Artagnan. Or," he added, "d'Artagnan."

[timetobeaman]

His eyes went a little wide at the name. That was some name. Long and unpronounceable except for Charles. But he thought he might be able to manage d'Artagnan.

"I'm Carl... Grimes." Since they were given full names and everything. After a moment he finally moved away from the door to let him inside.

[n0tamusketeer]

"Thank you," d'Artagnan said as he entered. He faced the boy again. "It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance."

[timetobeaman]

"Um, yeah, nice to meet you too." Carl answered awkwardly. Such formalities were lost on him.

It was then that Michonne appeared from the other room. She smiled-- in such a way that Carl hadn't seem before. He'd seen her smile, but not like that. "You made it."

[n0tamusketeer]

"And I thank you for your invitation," d'Artagnan said, smiling just as brightly. It was good to see her. He held out the paper-bag covered bottle of whiskey. "I did not know what one brought to a 'Thanksgiving' supper."

[timetobeaman]

She reached out to take it, fingers grazing his as she pulled her hand back with the bottle in hand, pulling it out of the paper to inspect it, "It's perfect."

Surely everyone, aside from Carl and the baby, would be happy to partake.

"I wouldn't expect you to know much about Thanksgiving. It's an American Holiday. But it's mainly so people can gathering and eat too much turkey."

[n0tamusketeer]

"I read about it." And the history seemed to be quite troubling, actually. He was much more content to partake in the eating of too much food.

d'Artagnan cupped her elbow, leaning down to kiss her cheek. "It is good to see you," he whispered.

[timetobeaman]

Carl stared on at the display and then made a quick retreat to the kitchen. He knew Michonne was an attractive woman and that she probably did that sort of thing, but it was weird to have to watch.

She smiled and one Carl was out of the room, she gave him a kiss on the lips, a short one even if she wanted longer. "It's good to see you too."

[n0tamusketeer]

Mmm. d'Artagnan could taste her on his mouth as she pulled back. Perhaps later. At his new set of rooms near the stables, perhaps.

"Is there anything I can do to assist?"

[goodwitha_sword]

Michonne probably wouldn't object were he to offer.

She shook her head, "Nothing much is left to do. All the food is ready, table set. All that's left now is the eating."

[n0tamusketeer]

"That I am very good at," he said with a grin. "Carl seemed ... suspicious," he noted, still smiling.

[goodwitha_sword]

Michonne laughed lightly, looking at where Carl had gone off, "Just forgot to tell him you were coming is all." It had slipped her mind, "He'll be fine.."

Probably.