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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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He slipped an arm around her waist and kissed her lightly. "Hurt? No. You just cheated."

"I cheated?" She used her real fingers to pinch him. "I didn't want to interrupt your work, that's all. Looks like I failed." She rested her forehead against his, half hoping he'd do that whisper again.

Resting his forehead against hers, he gave her another kiss. "Quite the turnout. You did good." He nuzzled her cheek and sighed softly. Love you.

She laughed softly at the compliment. She'd done so little to get people there, only announcing it. The food and general sense of camaraderie had turned it into a real party. The whisper made her smile very slightly. She didn't answer with any words, but there was the faintest echo of a response deep in her mind. "Are you having fun?"

He kissed her again. "I am." Of course, he thought she'd asked the question out loud, so that was what he was answering. "Are you?"

Going back and forth was a little dizzying, so she was happy to switch back to audible speech. "I'm pleased so many people showed up. I wasn't sure they would." She pulled him a little closer for a deep kiss. "You're going to burn the steaks if we keep kissing."

"Nonsense." He kissed her again, then turned and flipped the steaks quickly. Then he cheated a little himself and chilled the meat a little, just to buy some time.

When she had him back where she could kiss him, she laughed softly against his lips. "I could have done that, you know, and we wouldn't have a had to move at all. No one would have noticed." They were all too busy talking and watching the kittens teleport.

He laughed against her lips. "But I'm the one doing the grilling here, not you." Pulling her a little closer, he smirked. "Anyone else think we're married?"

That earned him an invisible slap on the ass, a firm one. "No, thank you very much. Two is plenty, don't you think?" She groaned. "Honestly, I can understand Barnabas, he seems sort of old fashioned, but Dean?" She glanced around to find Dean. "I'd have thought he'd assume 'shacking up.'"

"Maybe he's just old fashioned, too." He turned her head back to him and gave her another kiss. Not that I'd be opposed. This point he is not at all meaning to project, not that he knows he's doing it.

"Dean is no such--" She stopped cold, pulled back a little and stared at him, slack jawed. "I'm sorry? Say that again?"

"I said that maybe Dean is old fashioned." He shrugged a little. "That's all."

She shook her head oh so very slowly. No way he was going to get away with dropping a bomb like that. The l-word was bad enough. "That's not all you said. Something about not being opposed?"

Now it was his turn to stare. "I didn't say anything like that..." Frowning slightly, he shook his head again. "I just thought... I didn't say it."

She touched his cheek very lightly with her mind. Thought it loud enough I heard it. She had no idea if he'd be able to hear her, but it made sense he could. And it kept her from saying it where someone else at the party might hear.

He continued to stare at her. He'd heard her all right. Then he frowned and looked down. "I'm sorry."

That made her feel like a heel. No matter what she though of the idea, that had been a private thought, not meant for her, and she was giving him shit for it. Of course, the moment she thought that, she pulled back a little again and raised an eyebrow. "How long have you been able to do that?"

"Do what?" He still isn't looking at her, now feeling like he'd violated some confidence or something. Maybe he should just go back to cooking.

She tapped his temple lightly. "Do that little trick of talking the way I...uhm, scratch." To demonstrate, she scratched over his shoulders. "It's a neat trick."

He shrugged. "I don't know." Of course, John is also really mostly in denial about the temperature thing, too. Keeping his arm around her waist, he turned back to the grill to deal with the food.

And hide a little.

She knew that avoidance well. The more she pushed him, the harder his shields would get. How she got through them enough to bed him the first time, she'd never know. As surprised as she was that he could do that, too, the talent itself was more familiar to her than the cold. She decided to let it go, since discussing it at the party could only be awkward and she certainly wasn't prepared to discuss that other topic surrounded by virtual strangers. "I'd like mine rare, please."

He pulled the nearest steak off the heat and handed her the plate. "Yes, ma'am. Rare." He gave her a weak smile, then tossed another steak on.

She very nearly inhaled the scent of freshly cooked meat, marveling that it could smell so right when it came from a hole in the wall that had no connection to an actual cow. Then she set the plate aside so the meat could rest and put her arms completely around his waist. "Thank you. Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to watch you make the rest."

Turning to face her again, he nodded and kissed her forehead. "Over my shoulder, I take it?"

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