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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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Buffy took what is described in polite circles as 'forever' to get ready for this party, because she was choosing an outfit. However, now that she's here and sipping something fruity and vaguely alcoholic from a plastic cup, she's very much in the spirit.

So feel free to bother her!

John saw Buffy and grinned rather widely. He held no ill will toward her, she'd just been trying to keep people safe. And they did share a knowledge of Latin, even if it was to opposing purposes, somewhat.

"Miss Summers. So glad you could make it. You look lovely."

Buffy would possibly debate how much 'knowledge' of Latin she has, but she returned the smile when she saw John-- he was a nice guy when he wasn't possessed by evil vampires, after all.

"Thank you." She replied, a little self-conscious, because compliments do that to her. "And please, call me Buffy, really. It would make me feel less Jane Austen-y."

"You know, I think you've mentioned that before. Buffy." It feels weird to him, given her apparent age. He was still calling Dagny Miss Tagart even after he'd kissed her.

He shuddered and banished the thought from his head. "I'm very glad you could make it." He looked around once. "I think nearly everyone stuck here with us has made it. Can I get you something to eat, drink?"

Edited 2009-07-07 02:52 (UTC)

"I've mentioned Jane Austen before? Go me with the literary." She said, looking mildly pleased with herself. Of course she doesn't need to also mention that most of what she knows comes from that one Keira Knightley movie. ...Because that is irrelevant.

"Thanks-- I'm glad for the invite, and yeah, this is a major turn-out. Nicely done-- a good party is great for morale." She nodded, surveying the crowd of people milling around. "Actually I'm good with... whatever this is that I'm drinking. It could be Schnapps. But thank you."

"Maybe not the Jane Austen thing, but the Buffy thing." He grinned and took her arm, leading her more toward food.

"Woman cannot live on Schnapps alone. You must eat. That's the house rule. You have to eat and you have to drink."

"...Oh. Then I retract the 'go me'." She smiled, a little ruefully as she let herself be led.

"I totally have drinking covered." She reassured, as a feeble non-protest. "But yes, okay. Schnapps is not an acceptable food group."

"Well, you are in time, then, in your lateness. Four legs or two?" He lead her toward the grill, where there was meat resting, waiting to be eaten.

Edited 2009-07-09 02:38 (UTC)

Faith debated not coming at all, but in the end, a deep deep desire to poke at old hurts to see if they still ache and the offer of free food and beer overwhelm her desire to stay in and punch things.

So when she shows up, it's rocking the leather and denim and an expression that hovers around nervous for a moment before skipping back to slightly defensive.

And because that's just how life works when you're Faith, the first familiar face? Buffy. Joy.

"Hey, B."

Edited 2009-07-08 01:59 (UTC)

Oh lordy. See that's the thing about parties, you never know with whom you're going to have the most hideous awkward encounter in the world. By Buffy's advanced calculations, this is the first time she's seen Faith face-to-face since The Incident-- thus far, no homicidal urges. A deep desire to flee though, which she suppresses, offering an attempt at a smile instead.

"Faith. Hey." Oh god, they didn't cover this scenario in Conversation 101.

"Some party, huh?"

Faith will see Buffy's attempt at a smile and raise her something that looks more like a grimace.

"Hey." Yeah, these two communicate so much better when they're beating the crap out of each other.

"Seems like. I just got here."

The awkward could be cut with a knife. (Pause for all the things that will not be mentioned that also can be cut with knives. Like Faith's gut.)

They really, really do. Also, the fighting is possibly less painful than this pale excuse for smalltalk. Seriously. 'Ahem' on the issue of knives and guts.

Buffy decides there's only one way to fix this: wildly inappropriate ice-breaker?

"You missed the strippers."

Faith sucks at smalltalk on a normal basis. This? This is worse.

"No shit, really?" The smile she gives Buffy is less awkward this time. Bad idea was actually... not so bad. "Damn, that blows. Think they do encores?"

Buffy actually smiles back, even if it's a little subdued, it's less stiff. Yay, it worked?

"Only for an obscene amount of green paper, I think."

Hey, whatever works, right? Faith's still more about results and fucking stupid ways of getting there than... making good choices.

"Well damn." She pats the pockets of her-- obscenely tight, thanks-- pants. "I'm fresh out. Looks like it's all on you, B."

Well, they've never really seen eye to eye on methods, but in this case she'd probably agree.

"Crap." She deadpans, twirling the straw in her drink for something to do with her hands. "I left my immense fortunes in my other dimension, sorry." ...which is actually not a lie, oh season Eight you're hilarious. "But if we get Giles enough scotch..."

She's actually already looking disgusted with herself for creating that mental image, almost even before the words have left her mouth. Good work, Summers.

And Faith still maintains the count of three is a freaking awesome and well thought out plan, Buffy.

"What, think we can get white and tweedy to shake his moneymaker?" There's a moment there where she actually imagines that, and the idea is... not entirely horrifying, hi Faith's a giant ho. "Think you gotta lace that scotch with something else, B. Unless you two got some kind of freaky Watcher-Slayer bond I don't wanna know about."

And this would be Faith. Making it worse. Good work, Lehane!

Yeah, but not if you go on two, Miss Attention Span!

Buffy is still maintaining her horribly grossed out face, except now it's intensified a bajillionfold. Why did you have to take it there, Faith? "I'm gonna need to drink a lot more to forget that you just said that. And I don't think 'oh god no' are strong enough words."

"Finally figured out what you were gonna wear, huh?"

As Buffy's cute sundress and wedges combo will testify, yes, she did figure out what to wear. She flashes Dean a mildly rueful smile.

"Looks like. Let me guess, Xander?"

Dean shrugs, grinning.

"Maybe. Maybe not. A dude doesn't tattle on another dude." Dean's slightly drunk, by the way, so... take whatever he says with a grain of salt.

And Buffy is thus far entirely sober, yay for the advantage.

"Xander." She nods knowingly, amused. "Your Guy Honor Code is wasted on me."

"That was underhanded and sneaky," Dean informs Buffy, sipping from his beer bottle. "You need booze. Then we'll be on even grounds."

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[location: John Everton's House] [OPEN TO ALL!] BLOCK PARTY!!!

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EVEN LATER THAN THAT

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I LOVE THE SMELL OF BACKDATING IN THE MORNING

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