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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Hey, look, they can meet in person. Dean is vaguely drunk, so she's free to make fun of him for being an idiot. Not drunk enough to be stumbling around, just... buzzed.

"Hey there, kiddo." Dean grins at her. "Taking a break from the books?"

Dawn has to swallow a laugh at Dean's buzzed-ness. She has been very good and stuck to beverages of the strictly non-alcoholic sort, so she's... kind of one of the few completely sober people left and enjoying it with all the lulz of a born troll.

"Hi, Dean." She waves a little, setting down her burger on a convenient nearby table. "I do stuff not book-like, too, you know."

Good girl. Dean would be proud to know that she's behaving on the alcohol part. Of course, he has no such restrictions, but that doesn't mean he can't troll around, too.

"That's not what I was getting from our talk the other day," Dean teases easily.

What is it with the 'Dawnie don't drink excuse me while I do another shot' mentality? Official adults are weird sometimes.

"I am exceedingly well-rounded, thanks!" That would be the fake indignant tone, easily distinguished from the real indignant tone by the way she's still grinning. "I like shoes and food, too."

She balances on one foot for a moment, holding out a heel as proof. "See?"

It's the privilege of being an adult, doing things younger people aren't allowed to. It's all in that secret handbook all adults get when they turn twenty-one.

Dean chuckles at her tone, and then looks down as she holds out the heel. He lets out a low whistle. "Jesus, Dawn, how the hell do you even walk in those?"

Because Dean is a dude and has no inkling as to why shoes are important. He's just got boots, nothing fancy.

Somehow Dawn suspects this handbook is imaginary.

"Sometimes very very carefully." Not that she's ever fallen down or taken any sort of embarrassing tumbles in heels. Ever. Ahem. "But they're so worth it, because awesome shoes make the world go 'round."

That last declaration gets a firm nod, because obviously science pales in the face of adorable kitten heels.

...Boys.

It might be. Shh, don't tell anyone.

Yeah. Dean is definitely a dude. Awesome shoes do not a spinning world make, in Dean's opinion, and so he'll just sort of look at Dawn in a bemused fashion.

"Right. I'll take your word for it." Dean replies, sipping his beer with a grin.

Pinkie promise. Dean's secret goes to her grave.

But shoes! Adorable ones, in many colors and styles. Guys don't know what they're missing, really they don't.

"I'm pretty sure these wouldn't fit you, so it's probably for the best." Dean, this would be her mischievous smile. It's one you will get to know well. "Unless you have weird Cinderella... things."

Dean nearly inhales his beer at that one. Smooth, dude.

"I'll pass on the Cinderella thing. Glass slippers aren't really my style."

"No poofy blue dress for you?" Those are the most innocent eyes ever. Baby puppies look on those eyes and quiver in jealousy. And they're directed right at Dean.

...Lucky man.

Jesus, she could rival Sam with those eyes. Dean blinks, and then scratches the back of his neck, looking bemused.

"Kiddo, that is one hell of a talent."

It's a gift. One she worked long and hard at mastering even further. Nothing says 'Xander will you get me a soda and maybe a blanket and the remote and just possibly some cinnamon toast' like the sad and innocent eyes.

"Thanks!" She drops the Eyes in favor of a grin. "It comes with the Little Sister package, but I got the upgrade."

Edited 2009-07-11 23:27 (UTC)

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