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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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"Did your parents hate you or something?" Smooth, Billy. Like your name is something to brag about.

Thankfully Castiel is saved from having to answer that, because it's at this point that Dean is swooping in and interrupting! He's got two plastic cups, which are filled with soda ~~and a lovely spike of Everclear~~. He shoves a cup in each of their hands, and grins.

"Hey there, Cas. Making friends?"

Castiel will rue the day he ever trusted you, Dean Winchester. Although he's grateful for the distraction.

"Hello, Dean. This is Billy."

Dean is obnoxious, Billy has already decided. He glances at Castiel, wonders vaguely how they know each other because whoah, personality differences, and then looks back to Dean.

"Uh, yeah. Hi." He says, and he sniffs at the liquid in the cup. It... smells like soda. So he'll drink a bit of it.

"Billy, huh?" Dean raises an eyebrow, secretly gleeful that Billy's drinking from the cup. Fantastic. Just as planned. "You two look like you're having a good time over here in the corner."

Sarcasm. Yes.

Well, Billy hasn't cringed or objected ~~or keeled over~~, so Cas has a sip. The bubbly sensation is still bizarre, but he'll get used to it.

"Enough to draw you away from your business, I see." Oh yes, Dean. He's seen you working the womenfolk.

Nope, Billy's all good. Just sipping away and watching.

Dean is at a party with lots of hot women, Castiel, what do you expect him to be doing? He flashes a cocky grin at the angel turned human.

"I'm giving 'em a break." Dean replies.

He has another sip. And another.

"... Of course."

Billy's taking bigger sips of his, because wow, there's something about this soda that's really hitting the spot. He's been quiet so far, because Dean is vaguely intimidating, but he has a question.

"... Uh, what is this?"

"Soda. I think it's Seven Up, or one of those," Dean answers smoothly, not hesitating at all. Yes, he'd practiced that on the way over. And yes, he's aware that Castiel will most likely be hating him in the morning.

Castiel eyes Dean, seeing as he knows him and all, but it is good. And it doesn't taste anything like the alcohol he's tasted before. He told Dean he wanted to lay off the alcohol while adjusting to humanity, why would he breach that?

"It tastes better than the Coke." In case Dean is wondering.

Huh. Seven Up. It's really good Seven Up. Billy blinks a few times at his cup, and then downs the rest of it.

~~That's going to be a bad idea.~~

Oh, man. Castiel's going to be pissed, isn't he? Dean will be feigning innocence. Very much so.

"Y'think so?" Dean's just waiting until the effects kick in. Meanwhile, he's snagging himself a beer. "Never took you as a light soda kind of guy."

Oh, you have no idea. Already Castiel's starting to feel no pain, and seeing as he's never been drunk before, he doesn't really worry about it. Humanity's been weird enough already.

He doesn't answer, just eyes the liquid and takes a bigger mouthful.

"Uh- could I get some more of this? Where'd you get it?" Billy asks, and his voice may or may not be a tiny bit slurred.

"Sure, buddy, I'll go get you a refill. You need more, Cas?" Dean asks, sipping from his own bottle. He takes the cup from Billy, who's blinking weirdly, and then holds out his hand for Castiel's cup, eyebrow raised.

He hands Dean the cup (after almost missing his hand on the first attempt, what), surprisingly still thirsty.

Don't mind Billy, he's just standing and playing with his sleeves.

It's very hard for Dean to stop the snort that rises up when Castiel almost misses the hand-off. But that would ruin the... surprise, so Dean keeps as much of a straight face as possible and heads off to go get a refill.

When he comes back, the cups he's got are filled almost to the top, the same combination of Seven Up and Everclear. He hands them off, making sure they don't drop the cups, and then sips his own beer contentedly, pleased with how his and Brigitta's plans are going.

Castiel takes a mouthful, still not entirely trusting of the devious look on Dean's face. Is that devious? It looks vaguely devious, not unlike the time he'd underhandedly told Dean how to use Chuck to stop the prophecy. That was fairly devious.

Hooray, more ~~booze~~ soda! Billy takes the cup and nearly drops it, fumbling with it a little before flushing lightly and taking a drink.

At the end of his sip, he lets out a little sigh, looking vaguely downtrodden. "You know what's kind of unfair?" he asks absently, taking another large gulp.

Devious is a good word. Dean is just barely hiding his glee. He glances at Castiel, then at Billy, one hand in his pocket, other holding his beer loosely.

"No, what?" Dean asks, taking a small sip of his own to mask his grin. He's not going to drink much more, because he actually wants to remember tonight.

"Yes," is the first thing to come out of his mouth. Then he pauses just pre-drink.

"Go on."

Billy pauses too, looking at Castiel for a second, before sipping from his cup and continuing. "It's just... the girls. They always like the jerks. They always like guys like you."

And here Billy will be gesturing vaguely at Dean.

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