[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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[demonmagnetism.livejournal.com]

He makes a zipping-up motion across his lips to symbolise the saying no more, with a knowing shake of his head. It's good to be able to share the Buffy-related mild exasperation!

"Hey, my pants are fire-free, young lady. They're made from this specifically non-flammable fabric to prevent pants-fire incidents..."

For the record, Xander would probably have gone more investigative journalism on Dawn's drink if he hadn't been quite so happy to see it wasn't tequila or some other such blinding alcohol. He will consider the hidden vodka option soon though probably, give him time.

"...though I'm not lying when I say yes, I really think so." He gives her that proud older-brother look when she does the twirl, he can't help it.

[tothelibrary.livejournal.com]

That's Buffy. Aggravating and awesome in equal measure. Despite any anger fueled yelling to the contrary-- or ages... ten to seventeen, sorry Buffy-- Dawn wouldn't trade her for anyone else, though.

"It's metaphorical liar-flame. There's no material fire retardant enough to hide from it."

Having been at college before the giant thing, Dawn could point out that red cup != not filled with tequila. However, it being this particular red cup, it does. Sigh.

Her smile gets wider, happier. All 'our little girl's growing up' jokes aside-- which, by the way: still not as hilarious as everyone seems to think-- Xander's approval means a lot. The crush is dead and buried, but that doesn't mean him saying she's pretty doesn't get extra amounts of happy. "The hatches are my new favorite thing in the history of ever. Way better than a mall, even with the lack of cute boys and Orange Juliuses."

[demonmagnetism.livejournal.com]

"Dammit. Foiled by your superior logic. I need to work on my flimsy excuses. They need less flim."

Well, that's true. Damn that advanced opaque cup technology. Still, at least the opaque cup isn't a BOTTLE, because that would be the worst case scenario, clearly. In any case, he's happy to see her happy and even if she was drinking (within reason) he'd probably turn a blind eye, pun intended.

"Yeah, I have to say I enjoy the hatches too, although I'm more about the ambitious burgers and the limited edition action figures than the creation of snappy ensembles." Yes, he's not afraid to admit his geekiness, he's long since dealt with it. "You really don't miss the shopping aspect of shopping though?"

[tothelibrary.livejournal.com]

"You could add more flam, only I think that would officially make them fake."

...Does no one believe Dawn can do sneaky and/or subtle? (Don't answer that.) And she'll remember that if the urge for drunken revelry creeps up on her.

"I made popcorn!" Plus Oreos and M&Ms and frosting, ye gods how is she not in a sugar coma yet. "I haven't really experimented with the food part yet, just books and clothes. And soda." Frowning considering, Dawn shrugs. "Actually, not so much. I think the lack of lines, screaming toddlers, and worrying about money is what clinches it."

[demonmagnetism.livejournal.com]

"Flam does have that tendency to be a credibility killer."

...No comment.

"Hm, you make a persuasive argument." He nods sagely, with regards to the virtues of hatches vs. actual shooping. "And actually-- now that you mention it, you remember that time when you were still wearing the super-plus sizes and bathing in lochs? And you partially drowned me and I complained on the basis of only having two of these uniforms? Well now I have... in the region of a hundredteen-- so we're all winners here."

A pause, because he's working on a tenuous link to something he's been meaning to ask her. "Speaking of, how're you dealing with all of this?" And here's an expansive gesture at Taxon as a whole.

[tothelibrary.livejournal.com]

"It's right up there with balderdash."

Ah, the banter. It's a constant, like a security blanket of words.

"I usually do. Except on the pony front, but Buffy can only hold firm for so long." She rolls her eyes, laughing. "Does that mean I have free reign for near drownings now? Also, I am officially shopping at Chez de Hatch for other clothes for you."

She is a force that cannot be denied; don't fight it, Xander.

"Actually, pretty well. I mean... I have Buffy. I have you. I have Giles and Willow and Tara." She counts off the positives on her fingers as she goes. "I have unlimited shopping and no kidnappings so far. Other than the whole 'I don't know how I got here or how to get out', I'm really not seeing the bad in the situation."

[demonmagnetism.livejournal.com]

"And let's not forget our good friend piffle."

Xander loves the banter, it's possibly one of his primary functions.

"Oh, you'll break her one day." He reassures, with an amused grin. "No it sadly does not-- unless you take me to Sea World first. Because then I can almost-die happy. But hey hey hey! You don't like my Van Damme classic look?"

...oh, why is he trying? He's either very brave or very stupid.

"Well that's good. I'm glad." He'll refrain from mentioning the awfulness of the glitches as a 'bad', because that would effectively kill the mood. "Though of course I still can't promise not to ask you the same question at least once a week."

[tothelibrary.livejournal.com]

"And malarkey!"

She could do this all day. Possibly with breaks for food.

"I have every confidence. That pony is as good as mine." Protip: Dawn does not actually want a pony. It's just the traditional unreasonable demand. "You never know. Maybe someone will bring Sea World! That would be fun. And I didn't say that. Variety is just the spice of life, that's all."

Both work.

"Me too." Impulsively, she wraps her arms around Xander, inhaling deeply. Shhh, smell is one of the most important senses. And that smell = home. Then she rises up a tiny bit-- hi, impractical heels-- to kiss his cheek. "And I can promise to roll my eyes and tell you I'm still fine."

[demonmagnetism.livejournal.com]

"Hocum?" He could do this all day too, except he's maybe running out of synonyms now.

"I have to ask, would the pony be for transport or strictly for petting purposes?" Xander is aware of this, but he'd still like to be sure of the finer points. "And I can categorically state that the person who brings Sea World will be my new best friend."

After some thoughtful chin stroking for effect, he finally concedes. "Hmmm, okay. I have to draw a line at satin, though."

He puts his arms around Dawn in return, giving her a gentle squeeze. A hug and a kiss, this truly is a lucky day-- and for the record, she's welcome to smell him any time, in the least weird way possible. "Deal."

[tothelibrary.livejournal.com]

"Stuff and nonsense." Yeah, she is a little bit, too.

"I hadn't thought that far. Maybe I could get a mean one and train it to bite mine enemies or something. Or it could kick people!" No, Dawn, you cannot have an attack pony. God. "I'll keep my eye out for any Sea World bringers and send them your way."

She grins excitedly. "Okay, I'm dressing you, not Senorita La Bubbles, world famous drag queen. No satin, I promise."

The hug back is much appreciated, and Dawn burrows in for a moment, resting her head on Xander's shoulder. "I'm glad you're here."

[demonmagnetism.livejournal.com]

"I think you win this round." ...in the game of 'who knows the most ridiculous words'.

"So essentially you'd be the Pony Whisperer, except you'd use your powers for evil?" His expression is one of great intrigue.

"Great! Queer Eye me at will, in that case." He may live to regret that statement, but at least he'll look good doing it.

"I'm glad you're here too." He smiles, enjoying his current role as squishy teddy bear type-person. "Obviously this here in particular isn't ideal, but... we all missed you. A lot."

[tothelibrary.livejournal.com]

"Do I get the gold star?" And she didn't even have to resort to languages not English! There's this really cool base of knowledge that she is never informing Buffy Spike supplied her with, that consists of... insults for every occasion in demon languages. Good times!

"...You make it sound even cooler than I did." NO. NO, DAWN. You really cannot have an evil attack pony. No matter how cool it would be.

He won't regret it. Unless he likes only ever really wearing one thing! "I will out Carson-Carson."

"I got that sense. Buffy has been super affectionate and she twitches when I wander out of the room." Dawn is still enjoying the hug, thanks. Give her another second. "If you guys are here, I'm glad I am too."

Simple as that.