[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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[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

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?"

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

Ooh mafia-style, Brigitta is just starting to think of it like that, and because she loves cool and dramatic stuff she shall also keep up this pretend world of being in the mafia, for amusement value if nothing else.

Brigitta smirks at that, opening her coat just a little to show her bottle shoved into a pocket (right next to a huge knife but shh) and then letting it drop, glancing around in a shifty manner again, for the added dramatic points if nothing else.

"I'm always ready, where should we sneak to?"

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

Amusement value's always good. Dean's never had a problem with anything like this, ever.

Holy crap, that's a huge knife, by the way. Dean, easily impressed by large weapons in general, grins widely and loops his arm in hers, tugging her off toward the supply of soda and water. There's a water cooler they can take the top off of, and also a few cups that have been left on the table. It's like they're just waiting to be spiked.

Dean glances at Brigitta and nods his head at the water cooler. "Go for it."

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

They are the Taxon mafia, and they spike drinks.

Brigitta is proud of her amazingly huge knife, she doesn't know if it stabs people well yet but she certainly hopes so and it's big enough to stab anybody so... Yeah, she'll stop talking about stabbing things now, it's bad to get so obsessed.

With that she'll be taking the top off the water cooler and digging the Everclear out of her coat, trusting Dean to keep an eye out for anybody coming to yell at them or anything, that'd really spoil her getting everybody drunk plan.

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

Imagine a Taxon mafia. That'd be a scary group of people.

Dean might ask for a chance to use that giant knife at one point. That thing is fantastic. And hey, she's talking to a fellow stabbing enthusiast. Knives are fun.

Dean's keeping an eye out, and pouring bits of Everclear into the open drinks, trying to keep the grin off of his face. He's definitely acting his shoe size at this point.

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

It really would, absolutely terrifying actually, especially given the amount of people who can really kill things in many interesting ways in Taxon, they'd be the most badass Mafia in the history of mafia types.

If it was any other object Brigitta might just be making a crude comment about that, but since it is a knife she'll probably just hand it over with a grin, yay fellow stabbing enthusiasts! There are not enough of them in the world.

Brigitta pours half of the bottle in and then glances at Dean, bouncing a little and wearing a grin that would probably look in place on a five year old "is half enough or should I just pour it all in?"

It's best not to try it herself if all of the bottle is required.

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

Dean's just as excited as Brigitta. He's got plans, man. Specific people in mind that he's going to get drunk. Fun night.

"All of it, Brig, all of it. Go for it, don't be shy."

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

Brigitta has less plans, she figures that a general atmosphere of drunkenness would suffice... The only person that she really definitely wants to get drunk is herself, just to give it another try and see if it's changed in the 5000 years since she last attempted it, she somehow doubts it.

She notices the 'Brig' part but doesn't complain as she pours the rest of the bottle in, Dean is slowly edging himself into the happy place that Anna (and possibly Xander and Buffy) inhabits and so is allowed to call her that, it's all good.

"There, all in, now we wait."