#opal'sworld

Opal smiled looking at a man in line at the coffee shop she was at. She sat and drank her espresso in the ruby red top and black pencil skirt. Today she was meeting with some investors at her club and needed to look hot. She debated it before calling the man over, beckoning at him with her finger. “Opal.” She smiled seductively as he approached.

Felicity shrugged and sarcastically replied, “Yay, let’s celebrate some Europeans stealing land and killing people who were born there.” 

“Come on Fee.” Blake moaned as he passed the plate of turkey towards the girl, “Do you have to ruin every holiday?”

“She’s right though.” Opal laughed as she moved the turkey as far away from her as possible. “Not to mention we slaughter the bird that was almost our national symbol. That shows commitment.” 

“Says the vegetarian.” Chelsea repeated, mocking her. “’This bird was named Kevin. He had a lovely wife and three eggs at home.’ Give it a break girly, you can’t save them all.” 

“Chels!” Dylan snapped, “You scared Tate again.” All eyes swirled to the youngest and littlest of the group whose eyes were as big as dinner plates. “She was kidding Tate.”

“Poor Kevin...” Tate whispered as he looked down at the turkey on his plate. 

He looked back up with some tears in his eyes and Chelsea sighed. “I was just kiddin’ Tate. This wasn’t a turkey named Kevin, he doesn’t have a turkey wife, no eggs, nothing.”

“I think I’m a vegetarian now...” Tate murmured putting the rest of his turkey onto Dylan’s plate.