006: [Location: Hyperion Hotel] Like the Prom, Only with Legal Alcohol Supply

[glowingseer.livejournal.com]

Party time!

Cordelia, clad in her chosen outfit for the night, made final rounds inside the hotel to make sure everything was perfect. The decorations were subdued and classy - thanks to both Dawn and Fred, and even the garden was opened so that those who wished to step out and inhale the fake Taxon air could do so. There were tons of wine, beer, scotch, vodka - and if Doyle's selections weren't enough, there's a hatch conveniently behind the refreshments table.

The hotel lobby was cleared of all the furniture, so that the mingling and the dancing could take place more comfortably. If people wanted to take a tour of the hotel, they were welcomed to do so save for three rooms: Fred's, Angel's, and Wesley's office. For not-so-obvious-but-quite-sentimental reasons.

[OOC: This party takes place after the Liar Liar glitch took effect. Mingle! Threadjack! Interrupt! Have fun!]

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[frell-this-dren.livejournal.com]

"Hey," Crichton smiles back, as friendly in return. There's almost a wink to his smile, but not quite, he just sort of does the head tilt thing that goes with it.

"Cordelia, right? I kinda did some freaky stalking on the tablets. Paid off though, wouldn't have known about this little shindig otherwise."

He extends a hand. "John Crichton."

[glowingseer.livejournal.com]

"Yep. Cordelia Chase. John? Huh. Know any Charlotte?"

[frell-this-dren.livejournal.com]

"Chatted to one briefly yesterday. Does that count?" John smiles.

"You know, no-one told me I had to bring a Charlotte, I thought the tux was the entrance fee." He teased.

"If you want, I can go back out and hunt one down," he grins gesturing with a thumb over his shoulder back towards the doors.

[glowingseer.livejournal.com]

"Cute. Very cute, Mr. Caveman," she replied, with a slight rolling of her eyes.

[frell-this-dren.livejournal.com]

"Don't. Even go there." Crichton holds up a hand in protest, but he's smiling still.

"I've seen Neanderthal me, it wasn't pretty. Bought him a Gilette blade and sent him packing. Well. Sort of. Probably best you don't ask."

[glowingseer.livejournal.com]

"You've seen a-- okay. I won't ask now, but I think you should realize that dropping tidbits like that is just like begging for someone to ask about it. Which I would be. In the future. Though I won't literally beg."

She points at the refreshments table. "Drinks are over there, and if our selection isn't suited to your manly taste, feel free to hatch one for yourself."

[frell-this-dren.livejournal.com]

No Crichton, you will not imagine this very attractive woman begging you for anything. Stop it now, damnit, stop.

"That's, very kind of you." He stutters a bit, fighting back a smirk. "Grrr. Manly," he jokes, doing that weight lifting arm pose thing in a sort of half assed way.

[glowingseer.livejournal.com]

"Okay, taking that back," Cordelia tells him. "Now you're more of a dork."

[frell-this-dren.livejournal.com]

"How about we compromise?" He asks with a wry smile, "Manly dork?"

"Oh and just so you know, just 'cause you got a point, doesn't mean you got to make it. I could have been offended." He jests.

[glowingseer.livejournal.com]

"Really? A manly dork like you can get offended by someone like me?" She widens her eyes and opens her mouth a bit.

"And, just so you know - I've always been a point-maker. Why waste a perfectly good point - you know what I'm saying?"

[frell-this-dren.livejournal.com]

"Easier than you might think," he makes sure he catches Cordelia's eye, looking right at her, quite seriously. Crichton you are an incorrigible flirt and you should be shot.

"And I'm cool with that, as long as it swings both ways." He shoots Cordy a knowing brow quirk.

[glowingseer.livejournal.com]

He's cute so no! No shooting please!

She chuckles at that. "A sensitive, manly dork. I'm beginning to think the 'manly' part should be up for reconsideration."

[frell-this-dren.livejournal.com]

"That was my favorite bit." Crichton mock protests, holding up a hand.

"No losing the favorite bit. I like...the favorite bit. Losing that'd be like Charlie losing his Angels."

[glowingseer.livejournal.com]

"You'll be losing a lot more of your bits if you keep this up," she warns, all mock seriousness.

[frell-this-dren.livejournal.com]

"You know in some species, that signifies intention of marriage," he shrugs nonchalantly, making it up as he goes along.

[glowingseer.livejournal.com]

"Not this specie," she says, indicating herself.

"Wait a minute. Are you proposing?" Cordelia bats her eyelashes at him.

[frell-this-dren.livejournal.com]

"I thought you were. You mean you're not?" John looks half shocked, half relieved before breaking out into a grin.

"I could make a proposal though, if you want. Doubt it'd be marriage."

[glowingseer.livejournal.com]

"Hmmm. Now you've got me just a bit curious. What have you got to offer me, John?"

[frell-this-dren.livejournal.com]

"Maybe I should keep that one to myself," he smirks.

"Ms. Chase, it's been a pleasure, but I'm being selfish keeping you from your other guests this long." He's all gentlemanly manners as he excuses himself, manners that are completely at odds with what he just hinted at.