[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.

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[slasher-slayer.livejournal.com]

Cassie chuckled at his story. "Fell out of the car? Fuck. Did it end up getting stuck under the body? At least you weren't too far from home. Was it a few miles? You walk the rest of the way?"

[demonmagnetism.livejournal.com]

"Actually, it was beyond a distance I could really walk, so I had to take a job washing dishes in what was essentially a ladies strip-club until I could afford to get it fixed. Truly an awful chapter of my existence." He laughed, shaking his head at the sheer badness of the memory.

"Another time I borrowed a car, I ended up chasing zombies all night. I've also been tased in a car too, random trivia for you."

Pause of momentary realization. "...Maybe I should not ever drive."

[slasher-slayer.livejournal.com]

And that's when her eyebrows shot up towards her hairline. "Strip club?" Cassie parroted, a small smirk crossing her face.

After hearing the other bits of random trivia. "I'm thinking you're right. Well, if you ever need a ride, you just holler for me, okay?" Cassie offered.

He'd patched her up when she'd arrived. Was decent. Didn't stare at her tits, despite the way she dressed. Made him all right in her book.

[demonmagnetism.livejournal.com]

"I try not to ever speak of it. It's mostly repressed." He shuddered, for the most part for effect, admittedly.

"Really? I might not holler so much as ask politely in my inside voice, but thanks Cassie."

Cassie was in Xander's book of all right too-- she killed evil things, was cool and also pretty hot, even if that was less of a factor. But yes, he doesn't stare. He's all about the gentleman thing.

[slasher-slayer.livejournal.com]

Cassie laughed quietly at his shudder.

"Inside voice works too," Cassie nodded with a smile. Cassie took a small sip of her soda, glancing over at his beer for a moment before looking up to his face. "Yanno, it's probably best you brought your own. I think Dean spiked a few of the drinks," Cassie said in a conspiratorial tone.