[ 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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[slayersidekick]

Willow looks confused for a second before deciding it's some wacky thing with time and weird places. "Right. But for now, it's July 4th. And that means celebration."

She's also, apparently, following River to the hot dogs. A bit like a puppy. Oddly enough. Well, she has nothing better to do right now.

[biverbam.livejournal.com]

"U-Day. Independents lost." It's not far to the hot dogs (followed following the leader like ants to the feast) and River takes one happily to inspect.

The Extras don't seem to care.

"Individual holidays of pre-unified nations are frowned up."