[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.

Comments

[for the wallflowers]

[needtoruleit.livejournal.com]

"Not to entertain myself. I don't-- really like beer, actually," Billy says, shifting uncomfortably. "But it'd look stupid if--"

Pause. "Why aren't you drinking? You don't like it?"

[for the wallflowers]

[outafter-dark.livejournal.com]

Well damn.

Barnabas freezes, eyes shifting nervously. He clears his throat again. "No. I do not. And I'd prefer not to stumble around like an intoxicated fool."

Not that he's a vampire or anything. What are you talking about?

[for the wallflowers]

[needtoruleit.livejournal.com]

"That's something I can agree with." Billy says slowly, watching Barnabas with his eyebrow raised. Which, year, he does, because intoxication makes it harder to think, and that's what Billy counts on.

Huh. Billy might have found someone just as shifty as he is.

[for the wallflowers]

[outafter-dark.livejournal.com]

"Very glad to hear it, Sir," he replies, paying no attention to the questioning look. He's used to those. "At least there's more than one responsible human being here."

It would certainly seem that way, wouldn't it?

[for the wallflowers]

[needtoruleit.livejournal.com]

Riiiight, there's something a bit off about this guy, but Billy shrugs it off for now. And Barnabas is probably going to have to continue the conversation, because Billy is totally failing at coming up with small talk.

So he'll just stand there and fiddle with his bottle.

[for the wallflowers]

[outafter-dark.livejournal.com]

And so's Barnabas, actually. He notices Billy fiddling with the bottle and finds it, well, odd, to say the least, but doesn't say anything, choosing merely to quirk an eyebrow instead. Hopefully discreetly. He doesn't want to be too rude when he knows about two people tops.