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[location: John Everton's House] [OPEN TO ALL!] BLOCK PARTY!!!

The time had come. Charlotte left John in charge of setting up the bar, giving him only the one request that he have a decent selection of beer, and did the work of dialing up the food. She knew she was going way over board. For all she knew no one might show up, even though she'd gotten a bit of a response to her invite. How could people resist, though. Food, drink, Dean's music, kittens? Okay, and an ex-vampire, but that wasn't his fault.

Pushing that thought away, she continued laying out the food and the carefully crafted warding spells that would protect it from the kittens. They had been given run of most of the patio, but not the yard, and not the food area. That meant they'd still be popping in and out of people's laps, but at least they wouldn't do it to plates.

When everything was ready, Charlotte ran up to change into skinny jeans, a crisp white button down and a ridiculously shiny pair of cowboy boots. Not unlike Dawn, not that she knew it, Charlotte was having too much fun with the fashion options the replicators afforded. Properly armored for the event, she headed back to the patio to wait for their first guests.

OOC: This is an open event, folks, anyone should feel free to tag in, even if they just discover the party. Start a new thread with a label if you want or just tag in on another thread. Feel free to hop around, too. IT'S A PARTY, PEOPLE! Also, this will go on as long as people are interested, so backtag all ya like. We know people will be in and out all weekend. Have fun, drink all the booze.

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"Ah," he said, half grinnng over the rim of his glass.

Sometimes John was possessed with an amazing sense of timing. This was one of those times. "Nothing you'll be using on me, I hope." He was trying to be polite about it, but the idea really did make him a little uneasy.

He gave Cian a smile. This was a party. There was time for other stuff later.

Dean was there so maybe Inara wouldn't try to kill him or anything. For now he would just make a greeting and slip away. Maybe later they would talk.

"Miss Serra. Thank you for coming. Charlie's around somewhere." He offered her a beer as a peace offering, before clapping Dean on the shoulder.

"Now, if you'll both excuse me." He dipped his head before fading back into the party.

Ah, timing. Cian eyed him for a moment before giving him a small smile and nod in return. "Evening."

John came up to Toby to take the beer. "Canadian. Nice. That's the one kind I really can't get the hatches to do justice to for me. I'm not drinking it enough."

He stuck his hand out and smiled. "John Everton. Welcome to my house and Charlie's party."

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John had slipped away to enjoy a cigarette without kittens, so he watched Gwen approach. He held up a hand in greeting. "No need to have brought anything. Charlie made enough food for everyone to eat and take home."

He came close and held the same hand out in an offer of a shake. "I'm John Everton. This is my house. Somewhere around here is Miss Charlotte Blaine, the organizer of this shindig. And you are, besides welcome, of course?"

John came over to greet the newest arrival, just in time to have Aleister appear on his shoulder. It did make offering a hand shale a little difficult, so he settled for a smile instead. "Welcome! Glad you could make it. Name's John."

Innocent smiles attract John like no body's business. So, of course, he has honed in on Brigitta. "Welcome to the party! Come on in, no one here will bite, I hope." It was a ridiculously weak joke, but he needed to do it.

Toby accepted the hand with a smile. "Toby Logan, thanks for having me."

The knock startled John. He was the only one in the house, for the moment, and certainly wasn't expecting the knock. Maybe someone needed the bathroom. Or they just hadn't gone all the way back yet.

He opened the door and smiled. "Hello?" It took him a moment to recognize that he didn't recognize her. "Oh! You're here for the party?" He grinned.

Gathering himself up, he stepped out the door and gestured that she come with him the rest of the way around the house and to the party proper.

Charlotte shot John a look of absolute astonishment, after the smile at the kiss, anyway. Then she gave the other men a remarkably over done sigh. Somehow she was the horribly abused party in this situation. "Fine, fine, I'll leave you men to discuss man things."

Just as she was out of John's reach, she used her telekinesis to pinch John's ass firmly with invisible fingers.

Charlotte snaked her arm around John's waist, smiling reassuringly at him. "I promise, darling, nothing for you. Not without telling you, at least." That would cancel out any comfort the smile might have given.

She turned back to Cian. "I will admit to adding a bit of fresh rosemary to some of the dishes, though. Nothing too scandalous."

Cassie gave a lopsided smile in reply to John's greeting. "Uh, yeah, I guess," Cassie nodded. There's still a chance to get out now. Can't be forcing smiles all night, you're face'll start to hurt.

"Thanks," Cassie said, stepping inside, looking around the place. It was homey, which was something Cassie was completely not used to the past few years.

"This your place?" She asked. God, that was nosy of you, Cassie. Just cause a guy answers the door doesn't mean it's his house. You suck at social interaction when Slashers aren't involved.

Well, it had certainly been awhile since Zoe had been to a party quite like this. She looked around, still so many people here she didn't know. Sometimes she did wish she could be a bit more outgoing, but it just wasn't in her nature. In fact, she used to be worse. The fact that she had showed up was a testament of how much she had changed over the years.

She looked for her other crew mates but it looked like they hadn't yet arrived to this shindig yet. Wait, there was Inara. Zoe smiled slightly and headed over to the bar area. Might as well get a drink, some food, and settle down for a little relaxing time.

Charlotte hadn't realized John was inside when she went in. Someone had suggested a pitcher of a mixed drink she didn't recognize and they needed a clean pitcher. She'd fetched it and was headed back out when she heard the voices.

Standing in the doorway to the living room, she cleared her throat. "It is. He completely busts all my stereotypes of how a man lives alone." She looked around at the room, which really was homey and pleasant, with a soft smile. "Of course, the kittens are going to shred everything."

Charlotte had just snagged herself a fresh beer when a new face walked up. She stepped aside a bit to let the unexpectedly elegant woman get to the bar. After taking a long sip of her beer, she flashed Zoe a bright smile. "Welcome to the party. I don't think we've met." She put a hand out. "Charlotte Blaine, on whom all of this is being blamed."

Look! Billy's at the party too! Except... he's not really participating. Mostly, he's hiding in corners, sipping at a beer and making a face every time he does. It's a bit of a mystery as to why he's here, especially considering how badly his social skills suck, but...

He's still confused as to what's going on, considering his not-so-graceful appearance into Taxon. Maybe here he can find someone nice enough to take pity on him.

"Hey..." Inara said to Dean with a brightening smile. He'd saved her life after all, and now here he was bearing gifts of beer, something she appreciated despite her supposed refined tastes...

And then there was John. To her credit she didn't stop smiling, even if it went a bit frozen and her body language stiffened. "Hello," she said with polite neutrality, but waved off his beer since she already had the one Dean had given her in hand as an excuse.

She didn't really start breathing again until he walked away again and she looked back to Dean with a slightly sheepish smile. "It's good to see you too. You know...I'm sorry that I didn't get the chance to thank you properly for saving me. I was considering a fruit basket but it seemed just a bit underwhelming given the circumstances."

"Well hey there, sweetheart, how's it going?" Dean says as he slides up next to Brigitta, grinning widely. He's got his own bottle hidden away somewhere, and he figures Brigitta does too.

Yes, Charlotte, leave the men alone to their manly talk. And... things. Dean chuckles as John and Charlotte joke around, and then he glances at Dexter, sipping from his own beer.

"So, Dexter, right? You just get here?" To the party, he means.

Dean glances at John, giving him a grin as he comes through. Oblivious. But he did notice how tense Inara was as John walked by, which is weird. Dean doesn't ask for now, just continues the conversation at hand.

"No problem. It's part of my job description," Dean shrugs it off, sipping his beer. "Tell you what. Have fun at this party tonight, drink a few bottles, go crazy, and I'll consider it a proper thanks, alright?"

By the time she noticed Billy, Charlotte thought for sure everyone had been greeted by either her or John. She watched the slender man for a moment before sidling up beside him. Leaning against the wall, she crossed one ankle over the other and sighed deeply. "You know, that's really very good beer, but if you don't like it, we could find you something else. Wine, cocktail, Kool-aid?"

She glanced over at him for a moment, then looked away, grinning.

He doesn't even notice Charlotte until she speaks up, and when she does, he jumps about three feet in the air. Definitely hadn't been expecting that one. He flushes slightly, embarrassed that he's so skittish, and then looks down into his beer.

"Uh, yeah. No, I like beer, just--" He stops, and then the Kool-aid part registers. "Hey, I'm not five. Sheesh."

But it's mostly just one of his lame protests. He's nervous as hell, considering a, he's at a party full of do-gooders, and two, he's talking to a pretty girl.

If only Billy knew just how many supernatural types, including Charlie really, were at that party, he'd have been stunned. And maybe a little comforted. Once his heart was beating correctly anyway. Charlotte had meant to break the ice, not terrify the poor guy. That didn't keep her from laughing a bit, though. "Right, sorry. It's just I hate to see someone not enjoying their drink."

She put her hand out, hoping the second try would be less traumatic. "Charlotte Blaine, party inflicter."

Pondering for a moment Zoe decided a beer was good enough and picked it up. Couldn't be any worse than mudder's milk after all. "Thanks and probably not, I haven't been very social," Zoe replied, turning her attention to the other woman there. She took a sip of the drink, "There's certainly worse things to be blamed for. I'm Zoe Washburne."

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