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[hellhounds]

The apartment is hastily furnished with patio furniture and inflatable chairs. The fridge is stocked with alcohol, mixers and snacks. A card table in the living room is set up as an impromtu bar, and chips and dips are placed in strategic locations around the place. A few balloons float in the corners for decoration

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[magnetic_trains]

Warren stands, one hand in his jeans pocket, the other holding a half-empty beer bottle, watching his new neighbors wander around his new apartment. Some give little waves across the room at their host, most smile, everyone seems to be enjoying the bachelor-slash-birthday-slash-moving-in party. Some probably don't even know why they're here, but Warren appreciates it none the less.

"You realize," he says to Tucker, who's standing nearby at the little 'bar' table, admiring his own work and smiling widely at the female guests, "that this probably officially makes you the greatest person in the world. If you ever decide to get married to a guy you barely know, I will so throw you a party."

[hellhounds]

Tucker grins. "The party's barely started, dude. Are you just gonna drink beer all night? 'Cause if you're not totally wasted by the end of the evening, I will have failed in my duties."

[magnetic_trains]

"The fact that there's a party to have started, that's .. well, it's good." Warren grins. "If I throw up in the middle of my own wedding, I'm gonna blame you." He looks a little suspiciously at the drinks Tucker is mixing, but puts the empty bottle down on the table and takes one anyway.

[hellhounds]

"Nah. I've got a potion that's a great hangover cure. You can take it in the morning, and you'll be fine. And the side effects? Barely noticable." Tucker takes a healthy swig of his own drink.

[istrip4cash]

A woman enters the party, dressed as a policewoman. She blows a whistle, and everyone turns to look at her.

"I got an arrest warrant here for a Warren Meers," she says. "Where is he?"

[hellhounds]

Tucker thinks about standing up, but quickly rejects the idea. He settles for waving his hands in the air.

"He's over here!" he says, pointing to Warren.

[magnetic_trains]

Warren can't help laughing a little when he catches sight of the stripper crossing the room. "That is so fucking cliched," he says with a smile. "In the best possible way."

[istrip4cash]

The music's been changed to a generic pop hit with a strong dance beat.

"Warren Meers?" she says, approaching him. "I'm Sierra. And you are under arrest. You have the right to remain seated. Anything I'm wearing can and will be held against you."

She continues her routine, and Tucker looks on with a grin.

[wecanhanglater]

There's a knock on the door and Parker Abrams sticks his head in. He's carrying a six-pack of Mike's Hard Lime.

Heard there was a bachelor party in town, thought I'd crash. I'm Parker.

[hellhounds]

"Hey! Dude! How's it going?" Tucker's holding on to the edge of the bar-table to steady himself.

[wecanhanglater]

"Uh, fine." Parker walks into the room. "So, who's the unlucky bastard getting tied down?"

[hellhounds]

"Oh, that's the groom-to-be," says Tucker. He picks up another bottle of rum from the bar. "Wanna meet him?" he asks, waving the bottle in Warren's general direction.

[magnetic_trains]

Warren glances over, but misses seeing Parker go. He turns back to Tucker, leaning back in the chair and reaching up with cuffed hands to scratch his ear. "Better than dying alone," he says, with a shrug. "And he's Sunnydale people. Kinda. He gets it. It's important. Other people don't even know what's going on around them. At least he's clued in to the weird. And .. he seems nice, and funny, and he talks to me."

[pyromanya]

Charlie slips in and sneaks up behind Warren, putting her hands over his eyes, she leans close to whisper "Guess who?" purring softly in his ear.

"Look at this, all tied up..."

She grins at tucker across the room.

[hellhounds]

"Charlie!" Tucker grins, and lifts the rum bottle in a toast-like gesture. "Nice to see you. Now go away. We were conversating here."

[pyromanya]

She pouts. "Conversating?"

She glances around, studying the other guests, and nods. "I can do that, actually..."

She heads over to the bar and fixes herself a drink.

[magnetic_trains]

Warren glances back over his shoulder once the hands have gone from his eyes. "Oh, hey was that Charlie? I should say hi, or .."