[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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[hearts-of-gold.livejournal.com]

And then, because things weren't already awkward enough, there was Inara.

Inara, who was somehow quite drunk. It probably had something to do with the fact that she'd switched from beer to punch some time ago, punch which had been spiked by certain parties combined with the fact that Inara was, when it came to drinking, regrettably quite a lightweight.

"Vala...it was Vala wasn't it?" Inara breezed, drifting over in a line that was decidedly less than straight. "How are you?"

She beamed at the other woman brightly, like they were the oldest and dearest of friends. Inara was apparently a Happy Drunk.

[valaunbound]

Vala isn't even slightly drunk by this stage, and it has to be said, as much as she's sure Inara is lovely, it really is just too weird for her. Every moment spent looking at Inara, reminds her of how badly she's failed with her daughter, not something she'd like to be reminded of particularly, if she's honest. Although she'd deny that it bothers her if pressed.

She smiles amicably at the woman though, if not a little forced. "That's right. I'm...I'm good," Vala falters a little, "...and you?"

Time for one of those Margaritas she thinks, she'll be helping herself and holding the smile firmly in place for the duration. "Settling in now?" Vala asks, taking a thirsty swig as opposed to a dainty sip.

[hearts-of-gold.livejournal.com]

If Inara was more sober...far, far more sober...she would have picked up on the obvious signs of Vala's discomfort. As it is, though, she just smiles with entirely too much sincerity. "Good, I'm glad!"

She gestures with her cup of punch vaguely. "You know, I don't really get out enough. We should..." And then she loses her train of thought, picking it up on the other side of whatever tunnel it wandered into. "Talk. Do something."

And then she brightens, looking around at the party. "And I'm doing much better! Especially now that it looks like xī xuè guĭ aren't going to jump out of the walls and attack us all. That could have happened. Oh! Is that a margarita?"