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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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Brigitta is feeling a large (okay, overexaggeration, a little... Okay, she just remembered now) about being half asleep and grumpy the last time she saw Billy, and although she isn't very observant she spots him eventually and strolls over, smiling a smile that might look faintly psychotic to the untrained eye.

"Hello there!"

The smile that crossed over Gwen's face wasn't embarrassed but slightly on the sheepish side. "I guess that keeps me out of the dog house on being a neighbor then." Idly her hand brushed against the pocket of the rather worn brown duster she wore. "Of course I reckon I could always use th' excuse of being brand spankin' new to th' place all else aside."

Accepting John's hand she gave a little firm shake as she would with any client she was just meeting. "Gāoxìng jìandào nĭ, John. My name is Gwen MacKenzie. Looks like a mighty fine place you got here and so willin' t' share with folk."

Brigitta laughs at that, starting to move towards the bar and smirking as she does so, well if somebody invites her to drink a lot of alcohol she can hardly refuse, it would be impolite "well, unless I ask them to of course."

...Yeah, innocent smile, not so innocent mind there.

"Hello there yourself" Brigitta smirks, glancing over at him in a rather ordinary way for a few seconds and then stepping closer and dropping her voice, since that's what she did in the olden days when she wanted to tell a secret and she assumes that they do the same now, they better do anyway "...So, you've got it?"

She figures that that's a reasonably vague sounding opening, if he hasn't actually remembered she can easily change it to something else... Not that she doubts him of course, she trusts Dean to follow up on their getting the population drunk mischief.

Charlotte could certainly understanding hiding out. Most of them seemed to do it. "That's the point of this get together. It's too easy in this place to sit in our comfort places and never talk to each other." She lifted her drink with a wry grin. "That's also a really fast track to madness."

She took a long, long drink. "So, where are you from, really?" It was a popular question, given how many places they were from.

After accepting the beer - a surprising gesture, but he's not protesting - , Dexter takes it upon himself to look mature and responsible. Which he is. At least, he and others seem to think so. He leans against the bar and almost-smoothly gets the thing open.

"You mean here?" He points at the ground with his free hand (and anyone is free to notice at this point the lizard chilling out on his shoulder). "Oh yeah. I followed the yellow brick road, or the... holographic pixelly supermap." Thumb-up.

Cassie's gaze snapped to Charlotte when she'd spoken, her features remaining neutral. Glancing around the living room, she nodded. "Seems a little too clean for a dude to be living here."

Cassie's eyebrows arched at the mention of kittens, then chuckled. "That is what they do," she nodded.

"I'm Cassie."

The way Brigitta does it, mafia-style? Dean likes it. He's going to roll with it because obviously, this is awesome and he likes pretending he's in the mafia. Very simple.

Dean grins at her and pulls the bottle out of his coat just enough to show her the label, then shoves it back into it's hiding place.

"Damn straight I got it. You ready to do some sneaking?"

Barnabas snapped out of kitten-staring to look over at who had greeted him, then glanced over to what was on his shoulder, and then back. He smiled and nodded. "Barnabas Collins, sir. A pleasure to meet you."

"Would you believe I found it this way when I moved in? And he picks up his socks, too. Very nearly the perfect man, I swear." She put her hand out to John who, she thought, looked a little trapped with two women in his space. "I'm Charlotte and this is John. Welcome to the party."

She means well, of course, Billy's just jumpy. She laughs and his expression shifts slightly, uncomfortably. Embarrassing. "No, I like it," Billy replies almost defensively, taking another sip and avoiding the face-making this time.

Billy takes the offered hand hesitantly, and the corners of his mouth twitch into something of a smile.

"Billy, new... uh, new to wherever here is, I guess."

Barnabas isn't one to intrude on other people's social time, so he's off on the sidelines as well. He's basically people-watching trying to get a feel for the place, but he looks out of place, seeing as he's not eating or drinking anything.

And not gonna lie, Billy's faces at his drink are rather amusing to him. And somewhat worrying. If it was that bad, maybe he didn't look too odd not drinking. Hrm.

He clears his throat. "Sir? Perhaps if you dislike it so much, you shouldn't drink it."

If Billy is sort of simultaneously shrinking against the wall and trying to look like he's not freaked out, it's probably because of that smile. But he manages to pull himself together and offer a half-smile.

"Uh, hey there. You're the lady from-- uh, these," He holds up the tablet, "Right?"

"No kidding. You sure he's on the up and up?" Cassie asked, glancing over at John with a small smirk.

She nodded politely. "It's nice to meet you."

They seemed friendly enough and it's not like they were bombarding her with doozens of questions that would lead to her sob story. Really wouldn't want to bring the party down like that. At least wait till they were drunk. As if on cue, her stomach rumbled a little and her cheeks flushed.

"Shit, I'm sorry," She muttered.

That's basically what Billy's doing. People-watching has always been more easy than interacting. The beer is fine, but Billy's not a fan of alcohol and doesn't drink much. He's also a lightweight, and even this one beer is making him a bit buzzy.

Barnabas clears his throat and Billy nearly throws his beer at him out of reflex. He manages to catch himself, and then smiles sheepishly at Barnabas.

"It's... something to do." Billy says, coming up with an excuse on the spot.

Charlotte had done better in the day at making people feel comfortable. Time to take a deep breath and start again. She gave him her softest, least threatening smile, and nodded. Then it sank in that he had to be really, really new. "It's an adjustment, getting used to life in Taxon. Kind of like living every minute waiting for the other shoe to drop."

And then it did and you ended up with holes in your neck.

Birds of a feather? But Cas isn't actually drinking beer, just hanging out, being quiet and trying to wake himself up some. Since turning human he's discovered sleep, and while he hasn't quite been able to have a normal-length rest yet, he's found that he likes it.

Anyway.

He notices the face Billy makes, and is intrigued. He's not the only one! He finds himself looking around for Dean, as if his charge is the root of all not-by-choice beer-drinking.

"You don't have to drink it."

Zoe nodded. True, she lived with her crew, but even Zoe was used to seeing people outside of them when they made stops planet side. She didn't have many friends outside of the crew, but human interaction was human interaction.

"The Black," she paused, realizing that wasn't a familiar term with some of the people here, "space. I'm part of a crew that picks up odd jobs around the 'verse. The ship's called Serenity. You might know the Captain or some of the other crew, they've been here a little longer than I have."

She took a sip of her beer again, "You?"

"Not a problem, just means you're hungry like the rest of us," Dean's voice comes from behind John and Charlotte. He's investigating, like the nosy dude he is, and it's obvious he has no problems with just barging into the house or the conversation.

"You looking to starve us, Mr. and Mrs. Host?" Dean jokes easily, sipping his beer.

Barnabas does not understand this logic that Billy's using, even if it is just an excuse. He quirks an eyebrow.

"And so, you absolutely must drink that to entertain yourself?" Yeah. Obviously not a party-goer here. About that.

Look, Castiel, someone you can still scare the crap out of by just randomly popping up! Even though he's human, he's still sneaky. Billy jumps, then flips around to Castiel, blinking at him.

"I know that," Billy snaps, and then stops and adjusts his sleeves, which are flopping over his hands. And tries again, because he's got to remember to be nice to people. Allies are useful. And stuff.

"Uh, I mean. Yeah. I know. It's something to hold, I guess."

Hello vampire, say hi to vampire. While Cian's been noticing various degrees of offness since he got to this party, this would be one brand of it that he's very familiar with.

He'd been walking past Barnabas a few feet away, but he stops and looks at him discreetly, taking a sip of wine.

The soft smile helps a lot, and Billy relaxes slightly, smiling a little back. See, a bit of niceness goes a long way, in his case. "Yeah, it's... it's pretty different here. I haven't really had the chance to look around yet."

... Ooookay, nervous beering. Castiel looks a little skeptical.

"Oh. I see."

Barnabas tenses suddenly, feeling someone's eyes on him. He glances about the crowd somewhat uneasily, wondering if maybe it's just him, and then he notices Cian.

He doesn't sense the other's vamprism, though, but gives him a polite nod.

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