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

[aesthetic_mojo]

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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[for the wallflowers]

[needtoruleit.livejournal.com]

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.

[for the wallflowers]

[aesthetic_mojo]

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.

[for the wallflowers]

[needtoruleit.livejournal.com]

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.

[for the wallflowers]

[aesthetic_mojo]

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."

[for the wallflowers]

[needtoruleit.livejournal.com]

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."

[for the wallflowers]

[aesthetic_mojo]

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.

[for the wallflowers]

[needtoruleit.livejournal.com]

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."

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[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

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!"

[for the wallflowers]

[needtoruleit.livejournal.com]

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?"

Re: [for the wallflowers]

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

...Brigitta should really think these things through, she just about manages to tone the smile down slightly but it's still there and probably still just a little psychotic, she's just going to fail at social interaction with Billy forever.

"Yeah, I was half asleep at the time" which is as close as he's going to get to a apology from her "...So, settling in well?"

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[outafter-dark.livejournal.com]

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."

[for the wallflowers]

[needtoruleit.livejournal.com]

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.

Re: [for the wallflowers]

[outafter-dark.livejournal.com]

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.

[for the wallflowers]

[needtoruleit.livejournal.com]

"Not to entertain myself. I don't-- really like beer, actually," Billy says, shifting uncomfortably. "But it'd look stupid if--"

Pause. "Why aren't you drinking? You don't like it?"

[for the wallflowers]

[outafter-dark.livejournal.com]

Well damn.

Barnabas freezes, eyes shifting nervously. He clears his throat again. "No. I do not. And I'd prefer not to stumble around like an intoxicated fool."

Not that he's a vampire or anything. What are you talking about?

[for the wallflowers]

[caelitus.livejournal.com]

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."

[for the wallflowers]

[needtoruleit.livejournal.com]

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."

[for the wallflowers]

[caelitus.livejournal.com]

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

"Oh. I see."

[for the wallflowers]

[needtoruleit.livejournal.com]

"Uhm, yeah, so. Hi. I'm Billy."

[for the wallflowers]

[caelitus.livejournal.com]

"Castiel. Welcome to Taxon, Billy."

[for the wallflowers]

[slasher-slayer.livejournal.com]

A little while later, Cassie's got a belly full of grub and another soda in her hand. She crosses over to lean against the wall a few feet away from Billy, watching the festivities. She glances over, seeing the face Billy makes when he takes a sip of beer.

She says nothing for a moment, her shoulders pressed back against the wall, ankles crossed in front of her. Listening to the music on the system gives her the idea that, hey, maybe she could conjure up an iPod full of whatever music she wanted. She makes a 'not a bad idea' face, then takes another sip of her grape soda.

[for the wallflowers]

[needtoruleit.livejournal.com]

Billy's definitely going to strike up any conversations. For now, he's given up on the beer and is sipping from a red plastic cup, which is filled with Seven Up and Everclear. He doesn't know it's got the Everclear in it, though.

He's feeling rather... maudlin, and blinking over at Cassie, giving her somewhat of a mournful expression before fiddling with his sleeves in between drinks.

[for the wallflowers]

[slasher-slayer.livejournal.com]

Sticking with the bottled drinks, Cassie's fairly save from any spiking, unless Dean's got some sort of spiking magic. She notices Billy glance over at her and she glances back, catching the sad expression. Clearly, he's inebriated.

"Hey, uh, are you alright?" Cassie asks, arching an eyebrow. Damn her hero complex. I'm not a hero, Cassie repeated to herself in her mind. She'd told Tara that enough. She thought it would have stuck by now.

[for the wallflowers]

[needtoruleit.livejournal.com]

"I'm fine," Billy mumbles, and a flush rises up from underneath his collar. "Soda's kind of... making me woozy. That's not supposed to happen. Stupid-- jerk, guy."

[for the wallflowers]

[slasher-slayer.livejournal.com]

Cassie bites the inside of her cheek. Oh, he's totally drunk.

"Mind if I--?" Cassie trailed off, holding her free hand out to the cup.

She wasn't even going to ask who the stupid jerk guy was...yet.