[ location: bronte beach ] let that igloo cooler mark your piece of paradise.

[theextras.livejournal.com]

Word has it, Taxon, that there's going to be a party. These rumors are not untrue, for one slaying has arranged something of a get together for the Fourth of July. Unfortunately, the Extras have caught wind of this soirée and are already in the presence of crashing it, rocking those holey jeans and chilling with some Lynyrd Skynyrd and good ol' Hank Williams. This is their kind of party.

Don't let them have all the fun. The sun is getting low, so get on out here and get your party on before fireworks start lighting up the faux night sky.

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the ocean breathes salty;

[aintnoconvict]

Glitch nodded again and sighed, thinking of names without faces and faceless names and it was all turning intoa blur somewhere on the horizon. Then his face scrunched in distaste and he shook his head.

"Oh, listen to us," he began, almost scolding. "We're both here now, we've got his beautiful...beachy thing, we've got a party and and friends and stuff and we're wasting time being mopey? Pfft!"

He gave her a grin and a wink. "Today'll be a good day, I-I-I'm sure of it."

the ocean breathes salty;

[slayersidekick]

For a second, Willow blinked in surprise, but then Glitch's words got through her and she let out a laugh that released a lot of tension she hadn't known she'd been holding.

"You're right," she agreed, smiling. "Of course you're right! You're like the most right ever! We're here with friends a-and a party and there'll be fireworks later!"

And careful Glitch! Whether he wanted one or not, he would soon find himself the victim of a Willow hug.

"Today will be the best day."