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

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.

"Nah, with the people we've got here, I'm pretty sure it'll be the opposite," Dean grins at Charlotte.

Dean takes the offered hand and shakes it firmly, turning that grin on John. He'd heard about the vampire deal; hell, he'd fixed up Inara. But he doesn't know the vampire was John, so he'll just continue to be blissfully unaware.

"Plenty of good music. The classics," Dean replies, and by that he means mostly Led Zeppelin, Boston, Kansas, Journey, and the other classic rock bands. Stuff no sane people can hate.

With her arm around John's waist as the men shook hands, Charlotte tried really hard not to think about the fact that whoever brought them there had pretty good taste in men. It was just too weird a thing to think about. "Hopefully we'll have enough people for some dancing."

~~Somebody say dancing? Give this kid a few beers.~~ Have an eighteen-year-old who just got here wandering onto the scene, taking everything in. So this is the party that dude was talking about.

"Uh. Hi there!"

"If not, I'll go down to Buffy's house and drag them all out for a party. I've got to see her drunk," Dean chuckles.

And then there's a random eighteen-year-old. Who looks vaguely familiar. Dean recognizes him as the nose-kid, and flashes him a grin. Why hello there, kid who Dean can quite possibly take under his wing. Dean sees potential. This is not a good thing.

"Hey there, kiddo. Good to see you're keeping your nose out of trouble," and yeah, that was a terrible pun, but Dean couldn't resist.

He's raising a hand to wave at the couple, too, when Dean says that, and Dexter pauses at the vague familiarity of the voice, looking at him.

"Aaaah," he grins, embarrassed, tapping his nose. "Yes. Nose. Funny!"

John recognized the newcomer and grinned. "Glad you could make it." In this place, John has decided that edge doesn't matter in the least. He handed Dexter a beer by way of further greeting, then gave Charlie another kiss before pushing her toward their guests.

"Go mingle, woman. You're distracting me."

Charlotte shot John a look of absolute astonishment, after the smile at the kiss, anyway. Then she gave the other men a remarkably over done sigh. Somehow she was the horribly abused party in this situation. "Fine, fine, I'll leave you men to discuss man things."

Just as she was out of John's reach, she used her telekinesis to pinch John's ass firmly with invisible fingers.

Yes, Charlotte, leave the men alone to their manly talk. And... things. Dean chuckles as John and Charlotte joke around, and then he glances at Dexter, sipping from his own beer.

"So, Dexter, right? You just get here?" To the party, he means.

After accepting the beer - a surprising gesture, but he's not protesting - , Dexter takes it upon himself to look mature and responsible. Which he is. At least, he and others seem to think so. He leans against the bar and almost-smoothly gets the thing open.

"You mean here?" He points at the ground with his free hand (and anyone is free to notice at this point the lizard chilling out on his shoulder). "Oh yeah. I followed the yellow brick road, or the... holographic pixelly supermap." Thumb-up.

John did notice the lizard and grinned. "Viv and Al will get a kick out of your friend, if they notice it."

He tapped his beer bottle against Dexter's. "Welcome to my house, then. The blonde with the shiny boots... Completely responsible for all this." He glanced at Dean and grinned more. "Except the music. That is this guy's fault."

Like Dean's going to check if Dexter's old enough to be drinking, especially since Dean's not exactly the poster child for following the rules. He's been drinking since he was younger than Dexter, so he sees no problem with it.

"It's my fault this party's got awesome music, thanks," Dean grins back at John. And now his attention is on the lizard. Dean likes lizards.

"Dude. Cool." He says, gesturing at Dexter's shoulder with his bottle.

He pauses to tune into the music, not really having noticed before. ... Oh, classic rock. Cool. He can dig it, and his grin shows that.

"Viv and Al?" He looks from John to Dean. "Thanks. His name's Roy. Or Roy G. Biv, like the... rainbow." Oh god, he's a dork. He puts his free hand up to his shoulder, nudging the eight-inch gecko onto it.

"Hey, Roy. Meet the neighbours."

John has clearly been drinking a little before the party started because he is completely amused by the lizard. "Roy. Hello, Roy." He reached out and touched the lizard.

"Yeah, Viv and Al, the terrible two. Charlie's kittens, who are sure to pop in any time now."

Dean approves of that grin, Dexter. Good to know there's kids out there with common sense. There's only so many teenagers who love My Chemical Romance and Fall Out Boy that Dean can take.

"I've seen those kittens on the tablets. Never seen 'em in person," Dean remarks. He watches John touch the lizard, and then glances at Dexter. "They teleport. Or so I'm told."

He doesn't mind those either, but Dean doesn't need to know that.

Roy stares at John and cocks his head, and Dexter stares at Dean. "Did you just say 'teleport'?"

Never talk about the kittens. It summons them. Al, who clearly liked John an awful lot, appeared on his shoulder and immediately spotted Roy. It took a quickly hissed silent word from John to stop the beast from meeting the lizard closer.

"Yes. Teleport."

Dean nods around the same time the kitten appears on John's shoulder, and then gestures to it with his beer bottle, grinning.

"Watch your lizard, kiddo."

And watching the lizard, he is. Dexter pulls him back out of the magical teleporty kitten's reach, not taking his eyes off the fuzzy thing.

"Okay! New plan: not asking anymore." Feeling strangely like a kid sneaking cookies - and his parents aren't even here! What is this! -, Dexter takes a drink of his beer.

John plucked Al off his shoulder and stared into his eyes for a few moments. After a meow, the kitten pops away, off in search of safer things to play with.

The kitten gone, John picks up his beer and grins. "Sometimes asking is fun, though. You've got to admit."

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