taxonomites | [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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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?"

Even without the heels on her boots, she was barely shorter than him. With them, they were nose to nose. "Yes. Right over your shoulder. Just like Al does when you pe-- brush your teeth."

That got her a laugh and he gave her another kiss before carefully turning in her arms. Then it was back to the grill and making food for everyone.

"Man, how come I always catch you two acting like a couple of teenagers? Do I just got bad luck, or what?" Here's Dean, coming to check and see if there's any help to be had with the grilling. Not that it takes two people, but.

Charlotte dropped her head to John's shoulder with a groan. Figured. "He keeps sneaking up on us. Beat him up." She turned to half face Dean so she could see her blushing grin and know it was a joke. It mostly was. "And it's good luck. Watch carefully, you might pick up some pointers."

"Beat him up? Okay." He set the tongs down and raised a fist to Dean, completely jokingly himself. "How do you want your food?"

"I could take you both." Dean chuckles, and nudges Charlotte with his elbow. To John: "Cooked, preferably."

Charlotte glanced up at John, the back at Dean. She was pretty sure the kid couldn't, in fact, take them both. Her...boyfriend? was a super secret government agent,, after all and she could toss couches across the room. And turn Dean into a toad if the spirit moved her. "Cooked? But that spoils the meat. Warmed up, that's best."

"She does have a point, about the meat." He took the somewhat more than rare steak off and handed the plate to Dean.

"Sorry, I like my meat fully dead. It's not appealing when it's still mooing," Dean shoots back, rolling his eyes. And okay, point. Maybe Dean could take John by himself. Maybe. Magic is just cheating.

Content in the knowledge that her steak was safely on a plate behind her, cooked perfectly, Charlotte didn't mind if the rest of the steaks were turned into charcoal. "How about if it's baaing?" She sighed softly, thinking of juicy lamb chops. "Or clucking? It's a good thing I enjoy being active or it would be ridiculously easy to get fat here. Particularly when John's gotten so clever with the hatches."

There was no sense arguing that Dean would take John, either. Always better to let people have their beliefs. Besides, John really didn't like to fight.

"Chicken will never be served clucking. That's just the rule." He leaned back against Charlie with a smirk. "And I'm not sure about the baaing rule."

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