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Burrito night meant two things:
1. Burritos were for dinner. (Obviously!)
2. Last one to end up being rolled up in a blanket like a burrito picked the movie.
Alex was cutting up the salads as Laurens set up the serving table and fishing their burrito blankets out of the dryer. (Yes of course they had specific blankets for the game, who wouldn't?) Alex cut up the three types of meat he'd cooked as well as what he called 'Facon'. Since James and Maria had decided to go on a pescatarian diet together in training for an upcoming marathon, bacon was off the menu for them. What they did provide was a bacon alternative which Alexander thought tasted like greasy cardboard. It was a bacon imposter, fake bacon, fake-con, Facon. He was setting them out onto plates when the doorbell rang. Alexander wiped his hands on his skinny jeans and went to the door.
"Hamilton" Thomas said, trying to look and sound professional. The smile gave him away.
"Jefferson." Alex replied, doing a much better job of acting like he hated the guy. Thomas smiled brightly and hugged him.
"Good to see you!" He said as Alex hugged back and led him inside, he greeted John by taking the mountain of blankets off of him and kissing his cheek "You're not supposed to be working princess" he teased. John laughed,
"Shoulder is fine thank you very much."
"You're welcome!" Thomas smirked as he set the blankets on the lounge and turned back to John. "If you try to suggest watching a horror movie again tonight, I'll happily re-dislocate it" he muttered. Thomas was a fairly tough looking guy but show him a marionette moving without strings or an evil clown and he'd have nightmares for weeks.
"T.J! get your butt in here!" Alex called from the kitchen, Thomas laughed and made his way in. "Try this." Alex said simply, holding up a piece of the fake monstrosity he'd prepared. Thomas ate it without hesitation and then frowned.
"The hell was that!?" He muttered "Greasy cardboard?"
"That's what I said" Hamilton laughed "it's apparently a bacon substitute that Maria dropped in this morning for her and Jim."
"There is no substitute for bacon..."
"I'm calling it Facon." Alex laughed as he moved from the kitchen with the plates to the serving table, Thomas grabbed the ones Alex left behind and followed.
"By the way Hamilton" He muttered.
"Yeah?"
"Your medicare plan is-" Thomas started.
"No politics on burrito night!" John called from the other room, "Leave that shit at work! Or at the front door! You can pick it up on your way out." He grumbled. Alexander and Thomas laughed.
"-Atrocious." Jefferson finished. Alexander laughed.
"At least I have a plan."
"Enough!" John called.
*
Burrito was a rough game. People suggested movies if there was one they specifically wanted to watch, the people who weren't suggesting movies picked which movie they wanted to win and fought to knock out the other competitors. Everyone played the game on their knees and 'Burritos' were made by managing to knock someone off their knees onto a blanket and then roll that person up in the blanket. One person had to sit out every round to 'moderate' and that generally went to anyone who wanted to sit out. If someone was physically unable to participate due to injury or sickness generally they became moderator but really anyone was welcome to sit out. The punishment for sitting out without reason was having to eat a spoon full of Peggy's home-made chili sauce (and it was brutally hot). Injured or ill sit-outs were exempt from the chili rules.
"Well I can't play tonight since TJ ruined my shoulder. But I've got a movie if anyone wants to fight on my behalf." John grinned.
"I'm nominating Drop dead Fred." Jefferson smirked.
"Les Miserables." John added.
"Oooh! I'll be John's ghost fighter!" Peggy chimed.
"Pulp Fiction" Angelica added. The suggestions stopped, people decided who they needed to knock out. Peggy was the first burrito, then Eliza, Burr, Hamilton, Mulligan, Jefferson, Angelica, Lafayette, Maria.
"I declare thee James Madison, kebab among burritos!" The rolled up 'losers' all announced.
"Which sacred movie is it tonight then Jim?" John asked, it was the moderators 'job' to ask.
"Les Miserables." He said, standing triumphantly over the others. They all unrolled, grabbed plates and dinner and settled around the television. Once everyone had crashed or left, Alex got up to clear away the plates and the table. The only leftover food was the Facon.