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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Faith sucks at smalltalk on a normal basis. This? This is worse.

"No shit, really?" The smile she gives Buffy is less awkward this time. Bad idea was actually... not so bad. "Damn, that blows. Think they do encores?"

Buffy actually smiles back, even if it's a little subdued, it's less stiff. Yay, it worked?

"Only for an obscene amount of green paper, I think."

Hey, whatever works, right? Faith's still more about results and fucking stupid ways of getting there than... making good choices.

"Well damn." She pats the pockets of her-- obscenely tight, thanks-- pants. "I'm fresh out. Looks like it's all on you, B."

Well, they've never really seen eye to eye on methods, but in this case she'd probably agree.

"Crap." She deadpans, twirling the straw in her drink for something to do with her hands. "I left my immense fortunes in my other dimension, sorry." ...which is actually not a lie, oh season Eight you're hilarious. "But if we get Giles enough scotch..."

She's actually already looking disgusted with herself for creating that mental image, almost even before the words have left her mouth. Good work, Summers.

And Faith still maintains the count of three is a freaking awesome and well thought out plan, Buffy.

"What, think we can get white and tweedy to shake his moneymaker?" There's a moment there where she actually imagines that, and the idea is... not entirely horrifying, hi Faith's a giant ho. "Think you gotta lace that scotch with something else, B. Unless you two got some kind of freaky Watcher-Slayer bond I don't wanna know about."

And this would be Faith. Making it worse. Good work, Lehane!

Yeah, but not if you go on two, Miss Attention Span!

Buffy is still maintaining her horribly grossed out face, except now it's intensified a bajillionfold. Why did you have to take it there, Faith? "I'm gonna need to drink a lot more to forget that you just said that. And I don't think 'oh god no' are strong enough words."

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

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