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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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"Can too." Yes, indeed Dawn is a) so mature as to be unbelievable, and b) banking on Buffy not being able to rebut her adding things to infinity with anything resembling Things Learned In Math Class.

"He's still a rat fink." But the momentary aggravation is gone, because hey: she didn't have to spill the ho-tastic beans herself. "But he's a rat fink who meant well, so it's okay. Also, large with the no. There's no easy way to tell your superpowered older sister you slept with a boy. A boy who was not your boyfriend. Skulls are broken that way." She shrugs, rolling her eyes. "Plus I was trying to work through Dawn's Great Abandonment Crisis v.50.0 and I felt pretty ashamed of myself. Both very good reasons to sulk around on my giant sized feet and not say anything."

The slightly pained expression turns to a smile. "I could always go for some processed meat product."

"Whatever." Consider that Buffy graciously bowing out, if graciously involves rolling her eyes and shaking her head in an exasperated fashion.

Okay Dawn, prepare for an earnest Buffy semi-lecture. "See that's where you're wrong-- I wouldn't have jumped right to skull breaking. There are layers! Stages-- a lot of stages before I get to skull breaking. In fact I tend to reserve skull breaking for the really heinous crimes-- which, surprisingly does not include having normal... people urges that people have, and which you're... allowed to have, even if I'd like to pretend for my sanity's sake that you don't. Besides, it's not like I'm Queen of the Best Choices, guy-wise. And I know I wasn't exactly... overwhelming you with my availability either, but I want you to be able to tell me those things. I want to be the... first port of call, except without the boats and... presumed fishing exports and somewhere along the line I lost my analogy, but am I getting my point across?"

She'll return that smile, once done speechifying. "Mmm, blended entrails. Let's go." Oh hello nearby convenient grill, you are about to be pillaged.

"It's because you know I'm right. It's okay, I can be the bigger person and not gloat. I mean, in the metaphorical way, since I'm taller and hence bigger in the literal way." Dawn is a model of graciousness, herself.

The earnest lecture makes her smile, because hello the sister she was a little worried was going to be buried under General Buffy, Our Supreme Leader forever. "Okay, okay. I promise the next time I have ill-advised sex with an unsuitable boy, I'll tell you before I tell Xander."

...That would be teasing.

"Blended entrails covered in fake tomato product!" Why yes, the Summers women are a bit gleeful about their carnage.

"Hey, you want some salt? I think this wound could be saltier." Yes, Buffy is deploying emergency guilt-trip protocol, it really must be bad.

Her eyes widen with horror momentarily at the use of the words 'next time', but she quickly covers it with a scarily sweet smile. "And I promise to consult you on the designs for your new and shiny chastity belt. How do you feel about rhinestone?"

That would also be teasing. ...Mostly.

"And unidentifiable yellow crap!" Also known in other circles as 'mustard'.

"Kosher salt okay?" No, Dawn is not making light of Buffy's short people angst. Okay, she totally is. "I hear short people like that better. As a member of the tribe, opinions?"

The horror was pretty much the goal. The scary smile and mention of chastity belts was less so, but it's not unexpected. "Do I get a tasteful starburst pattern?"

Teasing back. Entirely. Chastity belts, no matter how covered in glittery things, are a major Do Not Want.

"And maybe pickled cucumber mixture-y thing!" Some people just call that 'relish', Dawn.

[location: John Everton's House] [OPEN TO ALL!] BLOCK PARTY!!!

we match!

the duo of dorkdom? It's alliterative!!

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AS DO I

WONDERTWINS FOREVER idk