[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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[stacked]

Hey, it could be worse. Her run-in with Buffy was only awkward, instead of the return to the death threat filled status quo.

"Almost didn't show up, not gonna lie to you." She shrugs, takes a long sip of beer. (God bless the Slayer metabolism.) "Figured what the hell, why not. Free food, free booze, decent company. Could do worse."

[erudite-watcher.livejournal.com]

For some reason watching her drink makes him think that he should make his way to the impromptu bar soon. Though he refrained from drinking in their presence during his early years as a Watcher, the Scoobies are mature old enough now to deal with him drinking upon occasion. Perhaps an ale of his own will make this evening a little more comfortable.

"That was more or less my logic for coming." Phrased somewhat differently, of course, but close enough. "How are you settling in?"

[stacked]

The last few months have taught Faith a lot about how badly she misjudged the guy. Sure, Giles has the stiff upper still going, but there are some dark corners lurking behind that proper reserve. Maybe it's a little twisted, but she likes him better for it. Faith's always been a fan of dragging people down to her level rather than rising up to theirs.

"Better than hanging back ho--" Her face goes blank for a moment. Oh, no way in hell is she calling the apartment 'home' sober. No way in hell. The Mayor-- and how she felt about him, still feels about him-- aren't on the table without a hell of a lot of liquid courage and a little more privacy. "Back in the apartment."

She shrugs, tossing back the rest of the beer in one long swallow and slamming the bottle down on the conveniently located table with a little more force than neccesary. "Five by five, G."

Remember this dance, Giles? Give her a second, maybe a raised brow. She'll quit avoiding.