A/N: Includes alcohol, drinking, characters being drunk.

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It was Friday and you were so excited for today. It was going to be your first Friendsgiving. 

Sure, it's with someone that had some really questionable morals. But there's this little nag in the back of your brain. 

And that nagging was telling you that you were getting attached and you weren't sure how you felt about that. 

The way he treated you every day kept pulling that feeling forward. He would ask how your day has been. Bob would also have food ready for you too once you get home. Sometimes it'll have meat and sometimes it won't. You were weary about the meat though, for obvious reasons. You would constantly check your fridge. Even though he insisted it was the meat you had. And so far, he was being truthful. Surprisingly.

Another thing was during your intimate time with him, he would hold you tight, he would kiss you, and call you petnames that would make you blush uncontrollably and make your insides twist in itself. You would even constantly think about it at random times. It made you feel fuzzy and gave you that high.

But you were denying that you had any feelings for him whatsoever. At this point, he was just your fuck buddy. Just a 'friend' with benefits. At least, that's what you had to remind yourself. He was just using you for a place to stay, a nice place to sleep, a place where 'his' dog was taken care of, and having sex with you was just a bonus. You didn't want to get hurt again. You weren't going to fall deeply in love carelessly again. But damn, it's easier said than done.

After work, you went to the store to buy all the ingredients for your small Friendsgiving celebration. You even bought some stuff for your dog that you wanted to make for her.

Everyone was going to be eating good tonight.

Bob requested some alcohol, which you didn't mind. It's been a quick second since you had any. You didn't really enjoy the taste of alcohol but you drank to get drunk more than anything. And well, you never really had a reason to get drunk until now.

Looking at the list of ingredients, you went through each one and filled up your cart. You even got pre-made desserts, non-alcoholic drinks, and many types of alcohol. 

The total made a small dent in your wallet but you didn't care. You were excited and wanted to enjoy your tiny personal event. 

Once you made it home, you had a feeling it was going to take several trips from your car to your house. Luckily, Bob must have seen you come home because your front door opened once you parked. 

You saw him in his normal t-shirt and pants along with some glasses. 

He saw you carrying multiple plastic bags in both your hands, struggling to get into the house. Once you stepped inside, you stopped and stared at him, only to feel flustered. You really liked him in those glasses. It was actually the first time you saw him in them.

"Since when did you wear those?" You pointed.

"Oh, I've always had. Sometimes I wear them, sometimes I don't."

You just muttered an okay and changed the subject. You told him you had more groceries in the car. He threw on a coat and a winter hat and helped you get the rest out. You were worried that someone was going to see him. However, because of the coat and hat, he wasn't that recognizable. And you were kind of glad, even though you wouldn't admit it out loud.

One of your older neighbors, who was grabbing their package from their mailbox, even said hello to him. It almost gave you a heart attack, thinking that Bob was caught.

You didn't want any more interactions. Standing behind Bob, you began to push him forward with your body as you held the last bit of the groceries. You just forced a smile at your neighbor as they tried to still make small talk with Bob. Your poor old ignorant neighbor was just trying to get to know him, but you answered for him, not letting Bob speak. You just gave short answers, giving vague explanations, like what you do best. You also quickly added the fact that you guys were very very busy.

Your neighbor seemed happy with your answers and wished you a good day. The conversation finally ended as everyone went back to their respective homes.

"What're ya doin'?" Bob asked you, there was amusement in his tone.

You sighed, pushing the door close behind you as you placed the heavy groceries on the floor, kicking off your shoes in the process. "I-I just didn't want to spend too much time talking to them..."

Bob had a smirk on his face while he was pulling off his sneakers. "Why?"

You groaned, you had a feeling he knew and he was just messing with you. "Ugh, I don't know. I guess I just...I just don't want you to get caught."

"And why's that~?" Bob asked. He walked closer to you as he took off his coat and hat, hanging them up.

You burned up in your puffy jacket. You had to take it off and put it away on the coat rack. You decided to just make up an excuse, but it was also a half-truth. "Well, I'll probably get in trouble for having you here, and... if you were to get caught, then, your dog is gonna miss you, right?"

Speaking of your dog, she walked right up to you, wanting to get your attention.

Bob let out a deep chuckle and ruffled your hair. "I suppose. Don't worry, lambchop. I'll take care of them if that were to happen." Bob's smile widens, almost showing you all his teeth and his unusually sharp canines.

You gave him a half-lidded expression, pressing your lips together. "Heey, let's not do that. They're, like, old, y'know? They're probably in their eighties."

"Hmph, so?"

"Sooo, maybe instead of eating them. You could just scare them instead?"

"Who said I was gonna eat them?"

You rolled your eyes and shook your head. "Whatever. Just don't do...that," you said, twirling your wrist around. 

You picked up the groceries off the floor and walked into the kitchen with Bob following you behind.

Looking at the time, it was late afternoon. Just on time! The both of you got everything out of the shopping bags and onto the dining table.

"Ooh! I'm excited!" You smiled. "Mind if I play some music?"

Bob looked over you with a relaxed gaze. Lately, you've noticed during normal interactions, he had less of that crazed-eye look. The same goes for that smile of his. It wasn't as wide and vile. Instead, it was kind of sweet.

"I don't mind, darlin'~."

Ah, there it is again. Your heart, leaping out of your chest.

With your flushed face, you nodded. "Hey, Alexa. Play my playlist."

Alexa replied with her little blurb and started to play music.

"What's an 'Alexa'?" Bob questioned.

Your Echo Dot was triggered and the music was lowered.

"Oh, it's a--"

"Sorry, I didn't get that."

You glanced at your Alexa. "Shut up." Looking back at Bob you answered. "Anyways, that's just her name. It's a smart speaker. You can ask questions, play music, and stuff like that. It's pretty neat."

"Huh, interesting."

Music filled your kitchen while you started grabbing pots and pans. Meanwhile, Bob grabbed some bowls, spoons, whisks, and seasoning.

Bob was making most of the savory part of the meal while you were mostly planning on making the desserts and your dog's dinner.

"So, what are ya makin'?" you asked Bob. Even though you bought the ingredients, you weren't exactly sure what he was planning. He didn't tell you what he was making. 

There was a small smirk on his face. "Well, I'm makin' mashed potatoes, extra cheesy mac and cheese, and of course, my award-winning green bean casserole."

You giggled when he told you the last part. "Award-winning, huh?" You found it amusing that he had some sort of award for having the best green bean casserole.

"You'll see, " he said, flashing you a smug grin.

Letting out another giggle you nodded. "Alright, can't wait to try it!"

You began working on the ham. You preheated the oven and worked on mixing brown sugar and spices, creating a glaze. After that, you rubbed it onto the ham and threw it in the oven. 

You started working on the desserts. You had a few you wanted to make because it's been a while since you had any of your favorites.

During the whole time in the kitchen, there would be some songs that both you and Bob knew. The two of you will sing horribly off-key, making you both burst into laughter.

Bob will also gently grab you by your waist sometimes, trying to get by you and say, "'Scuse me, darlin'." 

Your heart fluttered every time when he did that. You didn't know what this all was, or maybe you did. All you really knew for sure was that you loved it. You loved every single moment.

A few hours passed and you almost had all the food displayed on your kitchen dining table. On the counter, you had your dog's food ready.

You placed a hefty bowl on the ground for your dog to eat, and it wasn't just any wet dog food. Of course, you made sure it was safe for dog consumption. You even made some dessert to give to your pet later.

You walked over to the oven, hearing your set timer going off. Putting your oven mittens on, you opened up the oven and pulled out the ham.

It smelled so sweet and savory. It made your mouth water. You placed the ham on top of the stove, leaving it there for later.

Making your way over to the dining table, you had to give out a little chortle. 

Bob looked over at you, curious as to why.

You noticed and explained yourself. "It's a lot of food for the both of us, don't you think?"

He gave you an amused smile. "More fer us fer tomorrow. Besides, I do have a big appetite," he said as he patted his stomach.

You rolled your eyes and handed Bob a plate with a grin. "Well, big boy. Dig in and help yourself."

He took the plate off your hands and gave you a cheeky smile. "Well, thank ya, sweetheart~."

You felt your face burn up fast as you picked up a spoon. A chuckle left your lips. "You're welcome!"

You and Bob began helping yourselves. Scooping as much or as little as you wanted.

As you turned towards the stove, you looked up from your plate and became slightly startled. 

Bob was pointing a knife at you. At the end of the knife, there was a piece of ham, but the tip of the blade was poking through it.

"Do ya want some?" Bob asked you innocently.

You placed your index finger on the tip of the knife and pushed it to the side, away from your face. "Yes, but, uh, you shouldn't point a knife in someone's face like that."

"Oh, heh, sorry. Ol' habits die hard."

You didn't have a response to that and just sighed. You pulled the ham off the knife and placed it on your plate. "More, please." You grinned.

"More?" Bob replied, looking at your plate.

Your heart dropped and felt heat rising up to your face.

'Does he think--'

"Are ya sure yer gonna finish all that?" he added.

Relief washed over you and you began to laugh. "Yeah! I have a big appetite too, y'know."

"But yer so small." Bob grinned.

You laughed out again, this time, you felt a bit flattered. "Me? Small? Are you sure those glasses of yours are working?"

He gave you a half-lidded expression but still had a friendly look. "C'mon now."

"Sorry, 'old habits die hard'," you said with a smile on your face. You grabbed the knife off of him and gave yourself a larger slice of meat, placing it on your plate. Looking up at Bob, you gave him a little shrug and walked into the living room.

You had some TV tray tables already set up and placed your plate down on one of them. You grabbed the TV remote from the coffee table and sat down on the couch, right along with Bob who began eating right away, sitting right next to you.

Your dog joined you both. She walked over to her dog bed and immediately passed out asleep from being so full.

Witnessing it, you let out a laugh. You then turned your attention to the TV and powered it on, you went to your go-to streaming service, going through the multiple shows and movies.

You asked Bob what he wanted to watch. He shrugged and gave you an 'I don't know'. It was always that or a 'whatever you want'. Every time you asked him, he tells you the same thing or some sort of variation of it. You weren't too bothered by the response though. You didn't expect him to know any up-to-date movies or shows anyways. Even then, you still asked.

You saw a new show that seemed interesting and decided to watch it. You tossed the remote beside you on the couch and began eating your food, the first being the green bean casserole. Taking a bite, you smiled and let out an audible hum.

"Told ya it was good."

You didn't realize Bob was watching you the whole time. You harshly swallowed and chuckled. "Yeah, I can see why you got an award for it. It's really good."

Bob gave you a smug smile and continued to eat his meal. "Thank you."

You didn't really pay attention to the show. You were more focused on Bob. You wanted to get to know him more and you thought this was a good time to ask.

"So, how did you usually spend your Thanksgiving? Before...y'know."

Bob seemed to take a moment and swallowed his food. "I used to spend it with someone. But we are no longer together."

You paused, you must have made a face because Bob started to chuckle. "It's not what-chu think... C'mon now, I'm not that cruel," he said and continued. "We separated because we were always arguin'. And she was always mad at me. What put me over the edge though was the fact that she was so mad that I had no sense of direction. That made me pack up mah things and I right."

You furrowed your eyebrows and then let out a snort. "I-I can't tell if you're being serious or not..."

Bob just gave you a small shrug with a smirk on his face.

'I guess I'll never know.'

"What 'bout you?"

"Oh! Well, I used to spend it with my parents years ago." You glanced down as you slightly frowned. "And...with this one other person." Looking back up at Bob, you grinned. "But not anymore, obviously! They're just...someone that I used to know." Your mind began to wander as you reminisce.

Bob raised a curious eyebrow. "Who? Were they yer--?"

"Oh, no, I...I don't think so."

""I don't think so'? So, then, a friend?"

You shook your head. "I-- uh, maybe. I'm not-- I'm not sure what we were." You rubbed your face and groaned, rolling your eyes. You picked up your fork and stabbed the ham a bit too aggressively. "Eh, whatever. They're a piece of shit. It doesn't matter anymore."

You glance up at Bob, it was hard to tell what he was feeling as he just stared at you. You felt a bit awkward and decided to change the subject. "Wanna drink?"

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You brought out all the alcohol you had bought and some shot glasses as well.

Bob took a drink of alcohol and sighed in contentment. "Damn, it's been a while..."

You drank some alcohol and cringed when the liquid burned your throat and chest.

"I'm guessin' you don't drink often?" Bob chuckled.

You shook your head as you took another drink. "Nope," you strained out as your face slightly contorted from the burn.

You scanned the available drinks you had and a fun idea popped into your mind. You looked up at Bob while you grabbed a can of an alcoholic beverage. "Can you shotgun this?"

He gave you a grin as he stood up from his seat and took the can from you. "'Can I shotgun this?' Oh, darlin', I can shotgun two at a time."

You laughed. "No way."

"Watch and learn," he replied. He grabbed another can and pierced the bottom of both cans with his teeth. He adjusted the holes with his fingers and placed the cans up to his mouth.

"Bob, don't make a mess...I swear," you warned.

He opened both tops of the cans and started to chug down the contents. You just watched with astonishment and stared at his throat, watching it move while he continued to gulp down the drinks. By the time he was done, some of the alcohol spilled out on the side of his mouth.

You decided to grab some napkins and held them in front of him.

After putting the cans out of his mouth, Bob let out the loudest, nastiest, juiciest, ear-rumbling burp you had ever heard. Even your dog woke up from her sleep just to look up at him as if she was judging him.

"Oh, pardon me," Bob said, giving you a shit-eating grin as he grabbed the napkins off of you. He began wiping down his chin as you continued to stare at him with your mouth slightly opened.

You slowly spilled into laughter after your initial reaction. "Holy shit! That was kinda disgusting. But I'm impressed. Really!"

"Why don't-chu give it a shot?" Bob asked you, handing you a can.

Grabbing the can off of him, you shook your head, letting out a giggle. "I think I rather just drink it like a normal person."

He gave you a shrug, grabbing another one. "Suit yourself." He then pierced the bottom of the can with his teeth.

"You're doing it again?!" 

"Well, yeah! Two lil' cans ain't gonna do much fer me, sweetheart."

You just had to shake you're and let him do his own thing. "Well, 'suit yourself'," you said in a funny way.

In the meantime, you had two more shots. You also just casually sipped on your canned alcoholic drink while you were finishing up the rest of your food.

Taking a few more shots, you slowly started to feel it and you also started to feel your filter getting lifted.

"By the way, why haven't you killed me yet? Like, I don't know," you said with a giggle and continued. "You've killed, like, a shit ton of people, right? What makes me special?"

You were aware of what you were saying. But your mouth wouldn't shut up. You were beyond tipsy. Not quite black-out drunk though.

Bob seemed a bit drunk too, but maybe a little less than you. "Ya know, I ain't killed that many people...and it's because I saw you that one night, with the dog. I liked what ya did. Most people would have just ignored it and left the poor thang to suffer."

"Ooh, yeah. I couldn't leave her like that...Wait, so, did ya see me punch the shit out of the guy? I wonder where he's now."

Bob let out a laugh and he smiled at you, even in your drunken state, you knew it wasn't a friendly one. "Don't worry, lambchop. He's...well, he made himself useful."

"You ate his ass, didn't-chu?"

"Well, not like that."

You giggled loudly. "You know what I mean!"

Bob laughed along with you. "Yes, sweetheart. I did kill him and I did eat him. Not the best meat but it got the job done."

"Well, he was a piece of shit. And I guess...he's literally a piece of shit now!" You roared in laughter at your own joke, plopping down onto your couch on your back as you placed your legs on Bob's thighs. You felt the world move but your eyes couldn't keep up.

You heard Bob chuckling at you. Finding you fairly amusing.

Then, you randomly remembered dessert. It was something you had totally forgotten, you only remembered because Bob said your petname. "Oh, man. I just remembered about dessert." 

You moved your head and glanced at Bob. "Do you want some dessert?"

He moved your legs off his thighs and crawled over on top of you. You could smell the alcohol on his breath as he loomed over you. 

"Dessert sounds wonderful~."

He got off the couch and lifted you up bridal style. You held onto his shirt as you stiffened. You felt your surroundings moving, but your vision couldn't keep up and felt like the world was spinning.

Everything looked a little blurry but you still realized that he wasn't heading in the right direction. "Oh. Bob? The kitchen is that way." You pointed.

Bob grinned at you, his face was flushed red from either the excitement or from the alcohol or both, you weren't sure. His eyes were in a half-lidded state as he stared at you. "Oh, no, little lamb. I wanna special type of dessert~.