[Pool Party.]

[lord_dorkness]

[two weeks earlier there was a conversation. It went something like this:

Meg, doll. A pool party. Nothing big-- it's not like I'm talking a bacchanal here. Clean this place up, put a guest list together -- nothing too audacious, just something that says hey. Hades has arrived. You know?

It's too late for a 'we're closed' sign.

What was that?

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[labellesansbra]

Nobody does conga lines anymore.

[hades_mignon]

For good reason.

[labellesansbra]

For a lot of good reasons.

[hades_mignon]

He's probably gonna insist, but I'm just going to hope people ignore him.

[mustbecrazy_]

Did someone say conga line?

[hades_mignon]

Nope. You're hearing things.

[mustbecrazy_]

Really now? Then I'm saying it! GOD DEMANDS A CONGA LINE.

[hades_mignon]

[KEYWORDS]

...Great.

[lawfulreception]

[no idea who the heck you are, but running around serving the refreshments like a good pool boy :|b]

[hades_mignon]

[Hey, if you're doing it, that means I don't have to. Rock on.]

[lawfulreception]

Would you like a cocktail weenie, miss?

[hades_mignon]

...No thanks, I'll pass.

You new?

[mistress_ofevil]

Well. It seems like quite the party is going on.

[hades_mignon]

[k-keywords ♥ ]

Yup, sure is.

[mistress_ofevil]

Quite a pity it never appears I received an invitation. Perhaps a mere oversight, my dear?

[hades_mignon]

It probably got lost in the mail. You know how wacky camp is about these things.

[dimanibussacrum]

[suddenly, is in the pool, with a very silly flotation device, cutting him off in mid sentence.]

--what?

[dollefin]

[there's also some suspicious bubbling in the water next to him]

[swornmyoaths]

Is that who I think it is~?

[lord_dorkness]

... that was going to be my question. But hey, I guess whatever floats your boat.