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]

"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.