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[center][b]Location:[/b] [i]Appartment 4B. Sadie's and Ember's apartment.[/i]
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What to even expect from a potluck? A pot of luck. Strange English word. Ember heard the satisfying click of the container she was closing, filled with the good stuff. She had been wrecking her brain for a couple of days trying to decide on what to bring, what even was appropriate. [color=DAA520][i]"Bring food."[/i][/color] Christian had told her, while the two of them were at the gym last week. Ember had nodded in agreement, and an exciting feeling crept up her spine. She appreciated her next door neighbour and gym bud for inviting her. This would be her first event or party, or however, you would like to call a gathering like this, since living alone. Well, not alone, with Sadie. 

Aside from that, her first Thanksgiving.

Ember looked down at her handiwork. In a now closed container was her homemade [url=https://d1mlbwr23caxox.cloudfront.net/public/sites/default/files/styles/large/public/recipe-images/oranje-tompouce_0.jpg?VersionId=7T6WHTku2wgD_pURZM9nlcspfHeHLlCr&itok=tjM9FO5L]tompouchen[/url]. It couldn't get more Dutch than that. It was sweet yellow pastry cream wedged between two layers of puff pastry, the rectangle shape iconic as well. Usually sold with pink frosting on top, Ember had made it orange to represent her country. She smiled to herself and hoped people would like it. The dish was notoriously delicious, and a challenge to eat without having pastry cream all over your face.

Another container held cubed-up Gouda cheese. [i]Actually[/i] from Gouda. Hard to come by, in America. 

Her stomach growled loudly, Ember looked up at the clock. It was almost time. Christian had been cooking literally all day, and Ember and Sadie had the [i]pleasure[/i] to live right next to him and his roommate. The apartment was filled with smells all day, and Ember had been trying to not eat too much, a hint she was given to prepare for Thanksgiving. 

Now there was only one thing left to do. What to wear? What do people wear to Thanksgiving? A potluck? Ember had gone the embarrassing route to actually google that sentence, but it didn't bring her much luck, except for 'pants that your food baby can grow in'. And she wasn't sure if she had anything flattering like that. In any case, her fashion was different from people from here, but she also found some sort of hybrid between her Dutch fashion and LA fashion. Jeans were a staple, as were printed blouses. Usually sneakers. Casual with a bit of.. flair.

Ember left the containers as is for a moment as she trailed back to her bedroom. Her bedroom calmed her, it was the first room she was able to make totally hers again, nothing like Jack's apartment where she couldn't do shit, change anything or make it a home for herself. She barely got a drawer to put her things in. Here, in her room, she had a cosy queen-sized bed, fairy lights adorning the wall behind it. And old thrived dresser she painted mintgreen across from it. Behind it, Ember had painted a massive yellow sun. It made her happy, waking up to that. The drawers were a bit wonky, but it was spacious and Ember didn't have a buttload of clothes anyways. Not like her roommate, who seemed to not own a single pair of pants, but a massive assortment of skirts and heels.

Chuckling to herself, Ember opened a drawer. It was strange, living with her roommate. They were opposites in so many ways, but in a sense, Sadie did manage to pull out the parts in Ember that she had hidden or didn't know were there. The more outward parts, the exact parts Jack had destroyed by keeping her in his apartment. At first, Ember was terrified. Sadie was a force to be reckoned with, and Ember's very soul had been cracked by what she went through.

Still, Sadie healed her a little bit. And Christian too. One of Ember's goals to lose her fear of LA was to go to the gym, but in a way, it terrified her too much. She was fine going to the gym before, but after everything that happened... Then, when Christian had caught her awkwardly standing outside the gym looking in, she recognised him as her neighbour. He invited her in, and they had been regularly working out together ever since. Ember even went alone now too. 

She took a deep breath of air before closing the drawer again. She had come a long way, since Jack, since the isolation, scared of everything out there. She could handle a fucking putlock. The young Dutch woman looked down at herself. [i]But not in this outfit.[/i]

With a small groan, already feeling Sadie's reaction in her bones (Sadie had often offered a style up, Ember had always declined), Ember knocked on Sadie's bedroom door and opened it, leaning against the doorframe and locking eyes with her roommate. [color=E59866]"Fine. I concede. Could you please help me pick an outfit for tonight?"[/color]