Title: Turkey Day
Author: Paula Wilshe
Type: Gen
Summary: It's Thanksgiving. Good food, good friends, good times.
Format: Story
Categories: Humor, PWP, Thanksgiving
Rating: G
Size: 3K
Date Added: 2002-11-18
Turkey Day
by Paula Wilshe
Starsky's spoon clattered on the dish with an air of finality. He leaned back in the chair slightly, and fixed Hutch with a satisfied, half lidded gaze. "Hutch," he said, "I gotta tell you, that was the best Thanksgiving dinner I think I've ever had."
"Yeah, right." Hutch pushed his own dish away. "The way your mom cooks? Come on."
"I'm serious," Starsky insisted. "Lookit, I can't believe you even had time to get to the store. We've been doing double shifts the last three days, and I can't even count all the meals we've missed." He rubbed his eyes tiredly. "I don't remember the last time I ate." He grinned. "I thought I was too tired to eat."
Hutch peered at him, brow furrowed. "You're really serious, aren't you?"
"Damn right I'm serious." Starsky sat up straighter. "It doesn't get any better than this, Hutch. Great food, we've got the rest of the day and the weekend off, football on the t.v. in," he checked his watch, "twenty minutes." He smiled fondly. "And I get to spend the day with my best friend. That's worth givin' thanks over."
Hutch nodded slowly. "I'll buy that," he acquiesced with a grin, "and I'm glad you liked dinner. I'll just do the dishes, and we can--"
"No way." Starsky held up a hand. "You made the meal, I'll clean it up."
"You sure, Starsk?" Hutch's eyes raked over the table, which bore the remnants of their meal. "Or we could do them together, it'd go quicker that way."
"Nope," Starsky answered firmly. "You go stretch out on the couch. It won't take me that long. Man," he patted his midsection appreciatively. "I still can't believe how good that was. I was starving. Let's do this same exact thing next Thanksgiving."
"I guess we could, sure," Hutch agreed.
"It's a date, then," Starsky said, his eyes twinkling. "I'm tellin' you, Hutch, best Thanksgiving dinner I've ever had, bar none." He leaned forward and squeezed Hutch's shoulder. "I mean that, you know," he added. "I'm not teasing you."
Hutch had to smile at that. "Thanks, partner," he said. "And you're right, it was really good, although," he picked up the box of Rice Krispies and turned it over thoughtfully. "I wonder if next year we should make a turkey, huh?"
THE END
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