so raise your glass if you are wrong in all the right ways [OPEN]

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Who: Larry Butz and all his friends up in here (and some gate crashers too why not)
When: October 24, 1 PM (so it's probably after the light drizzle) till night (wee hours of the morning if you're marathon-ing movies with him)
Where: His house at Sector 6!
Summary: Larry just turned 26 and he's gonna party like whoa. Also, his SP-versary is the day

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BUFFET

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[The food is a strange mix of stuff you'll find at fast food joints (pizza, burgers, fries), gourmet restaurants (trays full of appetizers and dainty little desserts), and...dishes that are clearly Larry's creations. There's a great big three-layered chocolate cake in the middle, and your choice of punch, water, soda, red wine, tea, coffee, or virgin cocktails (which Larry will whip up before your very eyes if you ask nicely).

Sorry folks, Larry's keeping the alcohol at a minimum at his party.]

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[ Even if he doesn't really know anyone (not even the birthday boy, beyond recognizing him from Lion's Gate) it's not like he's some kind of shrinking violet that will just hover by the buffet! It's good pizza, that's all. ]

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[WELL NOW IS THE BEST TIME TO GET TO KNOW HIM.]

Enjoying the food? You're from Lion's Gate, right?

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That's right! [ Pointing half a slice of pizza at him emphatically. ] You work in the kitchens, don'tcha? You make this?

DANCING

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[EXACTLY WHAT IT SAYS ON THE TIN. The floor is open, time to get down, get down and move it all around.

Ladies, if you need a dance partner...DON'T HESITATE TO ASK. ^_^]

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[WHAT IS BEING GRACEFUL, NO THANK YOU, but there is a certain sheepishly looking nun who is standing on the side, watching everyone dance... it just looks like so much fun, and everyone looks so into it! *^* however while she's starting, if you happen to look over back at her... yeeeeeah, she feels embarrassed for staring.

Have an Iris blushing and waving awkwardly at you random-person-tan]

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[NO ONE STANDS ON THE SIDE AT A BUTZ BIRTHDAY BASH. YOU MUST DANCE. So Larry steps away from the floor where he was giving it all he's got without a partner, and walks over to her. He offers her a hand.]

C'mon, Iris! Let's dance!

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[oh asdhgsahgaldshg yesssss have her blushing all of the sudden. She looks around as if she's worried that someone else would be more deserving of attention, but she does secretly want to dance a little... So not to be rude she slowly takes said hand]

I-I don't think I'll be very good... I've never really danced at a party like this before.

MINGLING

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['SUP GUYS. Let's talk and stuff. Oh, and be careful with the statues of his BFFs.]

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[ Yako has to admit, the life sized statues are a little unsettling-- she keeps thinking she catches Edgeworth and Phoenix out of the corner of her eye. In any case, this is like a breath of fresh air after all the nightmares. Something... normal. She's already picked at the buffet (and left it considerably diminished) so now she's looking around curiously to see who else made the Butz's guest list... ]

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[WELL, THERE IS ONE GUY WHO WOULD MAKE THE BUTZ'S GUEST LIST ANY TIME. And he's waving at Yako. And hurrying over to her.]

Yako! Hey, Yako! Glad you made it!

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Hey, Mr. Butz. [ She waves at him, pleased to see him-- and true enough, she hasn't brought a birthday present.

Or has she? When he comes close enough, she reaches into her bag and pulls out a sealed envelope, giving it to him with a smile. ]

Happy Birthday. [ It looks about the right size for a card, but is that all it is? ]

GIVEAWAYS

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[Every now and then, you might catch Larry sitting somewhere, sketching out busts of all his guests. Those are your souvenirs.

The sketches are not colored, but they're pretty detailed. You could claim yours even way before you leave.]

hope this is cool!

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[Rochelle had been keeping an eye out for Larry to give him her personal happy birthday, and when she saw him looking busy somewhere walked up to his side. At first she was quiet, then leaned to sneak side-eye what Larry was doing. Huh.]

Boo.

ANYTHING'S COOL WITH YOU DEAR.

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[Larry was so engrossed with sketching that he nearly jumps out of his where he's sitting. But upon whipping around and seeing Rochelle, he lights up.]

Hey, Rochelle! Didn't see you there!

KAY

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[Rochelle gives a tiny bit of a jump herself before settling her hand on Larry's shoulder so he doesn't fall out of his chair himself. She can't help laughing then.]

Whoah there, cowboy. Hey!

MOVIE MARATHON

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[When the party's over, Larry will move the TV, the armchairs and the couch back to their original positions and prepare for the greatest movie marathon ever. With snacks. And staying up till dawn.

OH AND THERE ARE PILLOWS AND SLEEPING BAGS FOR THOSE WHO NEED 'EM.

This marathon is mostly full of sci-fi, rom-com, action, adventure and animation.]

Re: MOVIE MARATHON

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[Sheila is late-arriving; mostly because the nightmare situation's been effecting her sleep patterns.

She's sacked out on a couch, watching a terribly cheesy romantic movie with a look of utter confusion on her face.

Interruptions are absolutely welcome.]

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[Poor Sheila. D=

Larry will pass her the popcorn while he's watching.]

C'mon, kiss her already!

[gavesugar]

[She gives Larry a wan smile in turn.]

Romance must be worked toward. A lady does not wish to be grabbed and thrown across a man's shoulder.

[Someone's speaking from experience.]