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[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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Dean gets there early, since he's providing the music. As much as he hates the fact that he's using it, he's got an iPod full of mostly classic rock that he's intending on hooking up to whatever system Charlotte and John have got.

Plus, he may or may not have a bottle of Everclear stashed in his jacket, after a conversation he'd had with Brigitta. But shh, nobody knows about that except the two of them.

Grinning, he waves to Charlotte when he sees her, raising the iPod for her to see.

"Hey there. Ready for a good time?" He calls.

The only real qualification that John had to be the designated bartender was the amount that he drank. Of course, there were worse qualifications to have, like actually going to school for it. At least his knowledge was come by honestly.

He had two metal barrels filled with ice, one full of bottles of beer that he'd drank in his life, the other full of bottles of soda. He was keeping the hard liquor under slightly tighter guard. But he was ready for anything.

Except what Charlie came out wearing. He suddenly felt woefully under dressed.

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Charlotte leaned over the patio railing and narrowed her eyes to figure out what he had. When she figured it out, she burst out laughing. For a man who drove such a classic car, she practically expected an 8-track. She'd have to hit a port to get something that would connect to it. She waved him up onto the patio. "Always am."

She was pleased with the job he'd done and all ready to show him her excitement, then she saw his expression. She looked down at herself, frowning. The outfit was simple, although she'd dialed up the best fabrics and cuts. "You don't like it? There's still time for me to change."

He shook his head. "Come up here."

In due time, a slightly befuddled looking fellow with a tray of brownies arrives. When in doubt, bring dessert and smile, right?

Cian arrives like he said he would, and - probably as expected - fashionably late. He's brought a bottle of wine with him to add to the general selection, not that he figures such a gesture is necessary in a place that gives you anything, wearing jeans and an untucked white shirt, sleeves rolled up. He looks fairly at ease, but also watchful.

Charlotte was disentangling a kitten from her hair when the man arrived with brownies. She held the squirming black furball out from her with a groan, then smiled at the man. "Hi. Welcome to the party." Al, the kitten, vanished out of Charlotte's hand, leaving her standing there like an idiot. "What've you got?"

Charlotte had found a quiet corner out of range of the cats so she could catch her breath for a while. All the new people were overwhelming them, making them return to her and John often. She'd just returned to the bar to get herself a fresh drink when Cian walked up. She greeted him with a broad smile. "Why do I feel like I just won a bet?"

She walked toward him slowly, swinging her hips a little. "Are you sure? It would only take me a minute.."

"Hello, I don't think we've been properly introduced, I'm Jarvis and I've brought brownies. I hope that's all right? I made sure they're the sort without nuts, just to be on the safe side." The tone and cadence of his voice is lovely, but there's still something fundamentally 'off' about his body language.

When she got close, he grabbed her hip and pulled her into a kiss. "Nice boots. DOn't change a thing." He gave her another kiss, then stuck a cold beer in her hand.

"That's lovely." Charlotte waved him closer. "Brownies are always welcome at a party. I'm Charlotte."

The oddness of him didn't strike her as dangerous, so she only watched him rather than putting up any wards. "There's food, drink, and comfy places to sit. Everything a party could need." Including, possibly, the first non-human, but Charlotte just wasn't sure.

She took a long draw off the beer, practically purring in pleasure, then kissed him firmly. "Very nice." She left it to him to decide which she meant. "We set up a nice little shindig, if I do say so myself. Almost like we know what we're doing."

Cian smirks, bringing up the wine bottle. "I don't recall placing a wager, but here."

He senses something from her, or at least the area. Curious.

"No one would ever guess that neither of us are very social people." He gave her another kiss, then a light spank before pointing her toward the approaching Dean. "The entertainment's here."

"It's been a while since I've had the chance to get out and mingle, but I'm sure I'll get the hang of it." He's watched enough parties, and Tony Stark's parties at that, to know how to survive even a Worst Case Scenario.¹

"Is there anything or anyone else I ought to know about?"

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1. It involves using simple household cleaners to create a small incendiary device that will provide a suitable distraction while running in the direction of the nearest Burger King.

Hey, he would have preferred it, but y'know, he can't stop what he's doing every few minutes to change songs. So an iPod, to Dean's eternal disgust, will have to do.

He approaches the patio, and offers it to her, shrugging. "The best I could do with the hatch. Asked it for the least douchey thing it could come up with and this is what it gave me."

"Hey, hey, no getting frisky 'round the guests, you'll scare 'em off," Dean jokes, raising an eyebrow.

Charlotte took the bottle from him and looked over the label carefully. Not bad at all. "It was unspoken, which meant if I lost, I wouldn't have to pay up. Best kind." She let him over to the drinks table so she could open the wine. "Can I feed you?"

If she had any idea what she'd just said, she probably would have dropped the wine and fled, but she'd been enjoying the evening so much, she barely noticed the slightly cold feeling of him.

She took the brownies from him and set them with the other sweets a she looked around for John. She pointed him out with a smile. "That's John. It's his house we are defiling this evening. And if you have complaints about the music, talk to Dean." She pointed him out as well. "Beyond that? Oh! Watch out for the kittens."

"Ah. Sneaky, that."

Cian follows her to the table, vaguely amused by her choice of words. His eyes move briefly to her neck where she'd been bitten, but then back to the table fit to feed an army.

"I could use a bite to eat, I think."

Charlotte smirked. He could have at least gotten the thing in black. "We don't have anything to hook it too, so I'll leave you to figure that out." She pointed out a hatch hidden away on the side of the house, clearly tacked on by their hosts. "I'm sure you can manage it."

Edited 2009-07-04 04:32 (UTC)

Charlotte turned to face Dean, blushing faintly. She wasn't used to being social outside business situations. Social and domestic was just bizarre. "If that scares off guests, this'll be a pretty boring party."

John smirked at Dean. "Please, tell me you brought interesting music. Something to throw a proper bar-b-que to." He moved away from Charlie and offered his hand to Dean.

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