June 30, 2074 - Retro pool party!
"Lanky lizards!"
Weetzie couldn't believe her eyes when she and Slinkster Dog entered the pool area. She was decked out in the best retro swimwear she could find: a polka-dotted red bikini that Esther Williams could have worn. She wore a flower in her spit-curled blond hair, too, just like Esther, and perfect red lipstick and a bracelet with ( Read more... )
Weetzie couldn't believe her eyes when she and Slinkster Dog entered the pool area. She was decked out in the best retro swimwear she could find: a polka-dotted red bikini that Esther Williams could have worn. She wore a flower in her spit-curled blond hair, too, just like Esther, and perfect red lipstick and a bracelet with ( Read more... )
Party's a better option.
"Yo." He gives the girls a nod. The place sure as hell looks different, but like a walking talking iron filing standing right the hell next to a magnet, he's drawn to the food table where he picks up something that looks suspiciously like barf on a cracker.
If it's poisonous they wouldn't put it out to eat, right? He gives it an completely unconvinced sniff, then wonders if his sleight of hand is good enough to put it back without being noticed, and that goes to war right away with his always-hungry stomach.
Shit. A dilemma already.
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She followed him to the food - she had been dying to try the nibbles, but didn't want to ruin the display before anyone else got there.
"I think that's pimento cheese on the cracker," she told Spike when he picked up one of the canapes. "It's not my favorite, but it's OK."
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It doesn't sound poisonous, so... he eats it.
And waits a minute, but when it doesn't kill him, he shrugs and grins. "What the hell is pimento cheese? Doesn't look like anything I've ever eaten." Doesn't taste like it either, but like he's going to start picking nits on free food.
At least he didn't have to steal it, although he definitely would have used the old it was just sitting right out there defense.
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"They don't eat it much anymore back in LA, but I think it was pretty big in the old days. It's in all of my mom's vintage cookbooks. That's why we're serving it now - this is a retro pool party, after all."
(Speaking of retro, Spike wasn't dressed to fit the theme of the party, but then the posters hadn't said anything about wearing retro clothes, so Weetzie guessed she could let it slide.)
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Like that makes sense to him. Retro to him is different than retro to her, but the truth is he wasn't expecting a party when he stopped down here. It slipped his mind completely, but hell, if something isn't written down for him, he...
...is just not that much of a party person, that's the truth.
"So Weetzie. Explain your concept of retro to me." Finding out hasn't exactly been on his mind. "I mean, it looks different and all, but remember. Vintage to me means... 2050."
And while they're at it, he pokes at one of the things that looks like a sad baby hot dog. "And what do you call these?"
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She hadn't really noticed it back in LA, and didn't feel it now at the Outpost, either, but she knew that there was always someone somewhere who wanted his life to change, for things to be better. She knew she did.
"I think it just felt kind of different in the '50s compared to, like, the other times before that," Weetzie added. "Like I said, there was this huge war that just finished back then, and it was like people were going to make a totally new start. And that meant a totally new style," she said, gesturing at the room at large.
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"Looks like you made your point with this room tonight." Smokes in hand, he taps one out and sticks it between his lips. "So am I going to get in trouble for not dressing retro?"
At least he's dressed for a damn workout. At least he didn't come strolling in here dressed in a tux or something. Now that would have been really out of place.
He grabs his lighter, flicks it on, lights his Marlboro, fans smoke away from Weetzie. He's not real concerned either way. She's not going to try to kick his ass for it or anything. Not while she's dressed like that.
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"No, it's cool," she assured him. "I kinda forgot to mention it in the poster, but even if I did, it shouldn't keep people out of the party."
She grinned. "You could have a lei, though, if you want. You know, so you sort of blend in a little more."
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...she's cute and all, but... she's not Julia.
...oh, the flower kind of lei. For a minute there, he thought he was hearing things. Laughing, he fluffs up the edge of his hair. "I gave up on blending in a long time ago. But thanks anyway."
As far as he's concerned, pigs in blankets and barf-on-a-cracker can be his blending-in disguises of choice.
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If he didn't act fast, all the good ones would be taken, but she got the feeling he wasn't going to get one at all, which was cool with her.
"Well, I guess I'd better go mingle," she went on, glancing over her shoulder and seeing that more people had arrived.
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For his woolongs, he's planning on eating as much food as possible before Faye gets here. Once that happens, no one else will stand a damn chance.
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"It's an odd meat," River says, coming up to him, "But it is edible."
It's certainly better than some of the things people in her time ate, that was certain.
As for River, she has a drink in her hand with an umbrella in it, and she looks rather like she has stepped out of the pages of a 1960's Vogue magazine.
"I'm glad you came."
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He hasn't talked to River in a long time. She looks pretty fucking happy, though. Prettier than before, too, like a little sister you realize is suddenly grown up or some shit like that, not that he'll say it aloud.
"What kind of meat does someone need to describe as odd, River?" He's only halfway teasing; he takes another look at the suspicious looking shit but eats it anyway, mostly because it's too late to put it back.
It's... odd but edible, like she said. He could use a beer to wash it down, though.
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River has matured since her trip to Miranda. Being able to think clearly about things has given her a chance to decide how things should work in her own brain and in her own life.
"How are you, Spike? Have you journeyed very many places?"
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