[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.

Comments

[for the wallflowers]

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

That... wasn't entirely unexpected. Dean raises an eyebrow.

"That's 'cause I have the guts to talk to them, bucko." Dean replies, more amused than anything.

[for the wallflowers]

[caelitus.livejournal.com]

Cas takes that drink - okay, feeling a little slurry now - and looks from Billy to Dean.

"Is that true?" Headtilt. Castiel knows crap-all about girls, obviously.

[for the wallflowers]

[needtoruleit.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, it's true." Billy answers Castiel, nodding knowingly. "It's always the big jerks with the fancy costumes and the cool hair. And they never like guys who are smart, or... dorky."

Aww, look at that face.

[for the wallflowers]

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

Dean's not entirely insensitive, so it's not like he's laughing at Billy, but he definitely is bemused. Apparently, Billy was a maudlin drunk.

"It's not really that hard, dude. You just gotta know what the chicks like." Dean speaks up.

[for the wallflowers]

[lapsedsaint]

"Some chicks like smart guys and dorks. You met the blonde, right?" Oh look, it's John party crashing. And he comes carrying his own whiskey, the beer moved past.

[for the wallflowers]

[caelitus.livejournal.com]

Castiel is about to speak up when John appears, and the current-ex-angel squints at him.

"Hello, John." Yes, he knows who he is. "You've been praying."

[for the wallflowers]

[needtoruleit.livejournal.com]

Billy's about to speak up when John sneaks in. He blinks at John a little, and then nods. "Yeah, I... uh. Talked to her. She's nice."

[for the wallflowers]

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

Dean raises an eyebrow at Castiel.

"That's vaguely creepy." Oh, look, whiskey! "Hey, the hell did you get that, John? You been holding out on me?"

[for the wallflowers]

[lapsedsaint]

John looked at Castiel first. "Always. I'm hoping He'll come through with a way home." Then he turned to Billy. "I'm a bit of a dork and the blonde lives with me. So don't count yourself out just yet."

Then, as something just for Dean, he pulls a flask from his back pocket and hands it over. "I've been working on getting this just right for weeks."