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Hannibal and Jono's house, Monday evening
Jan. 16th, 2017 11:47 amSo, because Hannibal loved being nosy people-watching like a train wreck helping people through their traumas (and a good excuse to cook), he'd decided on a dinner party for tonight. He'd even put up signs.
And then he'd cooked. A lot.
There were crudites, assorted styles of bruschetta, several different meats (all of them non-sentient), a number of desserts, and numerous bottles of wine, beer, and liquor.
And if fewer people showed up than he hoped, it just meant some homeless shelter would eat very well.
There were also darts, billiards, and a card table downstairs, and if people wanted to start their own games, well..."Never had I Ever" would probably get Hannibal very drunk, but that was neither here nor there.
[Open post! Come and party your dead-people's trauma away!]
And then he'd cooked. A lot.
There were crudites, assorted styles of bruschetta, several different meats (all of them non-sentient), a number of desserts, and numerous bottles of wine, beer, and liquor.
And if fewer people showed up than he hoped, it just meant some homeless shelter would eat very well.
There were also darts, billiards, and a card table downstairs, and if people wanted to start their own games, well..."Never had I Ever" would probably get Hannibal very drunk, but that was neither here nor there.
[Open post! Come and party your dead-people's trauma away!]
