[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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Faith shakes her head, grinning ruefully. "Nah, I got the new kid on the block thing going. Knew a guy who looked like you though, once."

She grins at Inara, because the drunk chick and the hot guy are much less awkward than dealing with B and Xander. "I'm good with beer." To Mal: "You should go for it."

She mimes snapping a picture. "I got you covered."

[skyfrome.livejournal.com]

"I've been told I got one of those faces-- and welcome, by the way." He adds, referring to Faith's newness. This is before he gets accosted by Inara, and is therefore distracted.

"It's a fine song. It has many good song-like qualities." Mal looks ineffectually at the punch cup in his hand, without actually drinking any-- he's far too stunned by Inara's behavior. Seriously, in all the months he's known her, never has he seen her like this. Not that's a bad thing, just different. And strange. And a little hilarious.

When the shawl goes around his shoulders, he's a bit too catatonic with surprise to really resist, laughing as he follows. "Oh, now Inara, you know I'm not much of a dancer, 'less I happen to know the steps-- which I'm fairly certain I don't, to this one-- Not covering this would also be shiny." He calls, over his shoulder to Faith, because blackmail is all excellent when he's not actively in the photographic evidence.

[hearts-of-gold.livejournal.com]

Sometime later, when she was sober, Inara would die of embarrassment in a proper and refined manner. For now, though, there was good food and drinks, good company, a good song playing...why not enjoy it? It all seemed terribly simple and logical for a change, even if vampires might spring from the walls and eat them all at any moment.

Especially if there were going to be vampires she reflected, and then nodded with a rather exaggerated motion as if she'd said it out loud.

"Nonsense! You're a decent dancer, I remember." Shifting to a formal position proved to be a problem, though, as he was still holding the cup of punch in his hand. She took it from him again and handed it off to the next nearest passerby. The song was no formal waltz, but the 4/4 time was quite suited to a normal two-step the likes of which even the most dusty border planets would have used to dance to ballads praising the heroics of men like Jayne. His hand was summarily placed at her hip, her own on his arm, and her other hand folded into his held out at a respectful distance.

And hopefully she just didn't get so dizzy that she was sick on him. That she definitely would never live down.