006: [Location: Hyperion Hotel] Like the Prom, Only with Legal Alcohol Supply

[glowingseer]

Party time!

Cordelia, clad in her chosen outfit for the night, made final rounds inside the hotel to make sure everything was perfect. The decorations were subdued and classy - thanks to both Dawn and Fred, and even the garden was opened so that those who wished to step out and inhale the fake Taxon air could do so. There were tons of wine, beer,

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[Location: Hyperion Hotel]

[frell_this_dren]

He might have only chatted to a handful of people when he first arrived, but John's already scoped out the tablets and he found the backdated entry where the party had been mentioned.

He wasn't entirely convinced this whole Taxon thing still wasn't all some kind of engineered ruse to catch him out somehow. But a party meant people, and whether these people were friend or foe - he still needed to mingle to find anything out.

So have a gatecrashing Crichton, who doesn't look half bad in a tuxedo, waltzing in casually, hands in pockets. He'll try and hang back initially, see who's who and just observe, not that it will last very long probably.

[Location: Hyperion Hotel]

[glowingseer]

Oh hey, a newcomer! Cordelia approaches the door with a very welcoming smile. Gatecrashers are accepted, as long as they have that thing on their wrist.

"Hi there!" she says.

[frell_this_dren]

"Hey," Crichton smiles back, as friendly in return. There's almost a wink to his smile, but not quite, he just sort of does the head tilt thing that goes with it.

"Cordelia, right? I kinda did some freaky stalking on the tablets. Paid off though, wouldn't have known about this little shindig otherwise."

He extends a hand. "John Crichton."

[glowingseer]

"Yep. Cordelia Chase. John? Huh. Know any Charlotte?"

much later in the night, sob I'm just impatient

[thesecondslayer]

So, Faith really didn't intend on showing up to this thing. She was going to stay home, get drunk, maybe troll Dean and mock him going. But here she is regardless, in her usual leather and denim; okay, she's here, like hell is she conceding to the formal dress code bullshit. Anyone who bitches will be told to suck it up, it was this or bareass naked. (Protip: If anyone wanted to somehow force and/or bully her into a newly hatched dress? It would be lulzy and fully supported.)

She'll just be hanging around the edges of the party, drinking a beer and hoping to stay out of trouble. And away from Giles, not that she's running away from a freaking Watcher. Oh no, she's just... doing something that looks a whole lot like running away but isn't. Yes.

[glowingseer]

Have a slightly pissed Cordelia, Faith. The whole leather thing? She. Did. Not. Approve.

"So I know you're special and all, but I thought until now you have ears. That actually worked."

[thesecondslayer]

"Queen C." Faith nods, tersely. She's trying to stay out of trouble here, okay? "They work just fine, thanks for asking."

[glowingseer]

"If they did, then you'll be wearing something non-leather, for once. Heck I'll be happy if you wore jeans, for crap's sake."

She shakes her head. Duty beckons. "Drinks are over there."

[erudite_watcher]

Here's Giles, dressed all in black and sans tie. He's wearing sunglasses but takes them off as he enters the lobby, taking a long look before nodding his approval at the poshness of the place and the well stocked bar. Not bad, even if the fact that this was Angel's place gives him a few jaw tensing moments.

[glowingseer]

Their last conversation didn't exactly go well, but far be it from Cordelia to be impolite to a guest.

"Giles, hi." She smiled at him. "Looking good!"

[erudite_watcher]

Ripper is as moody and unpredictable as Giles is stable; whereas she caught the snarly and hungover side of him last time today he's in a cheerful mood. She might be surprised when her greeting earns her not only a grin but also a kiss to each cheek.

"Cordelia. You look even more beautiful then usual. I love what you've done with your hair."

[glowingseer]

Oh, see how Cordelia completely glows at that!

"Thank you, thank you. I love the lackness of a tie on you, by the way."

[fudgingkillyou]

Dean did promise he'd come, and he promised he'd come in a tuxedo. But he didn't promise he'd be all proper about it. His shirt's partially unbuttoned and his tie's undone, though to his credit, he did tuck in his dress shirt.

He gets there, not early but not late, either. Like Kirk, his idea of a party was definitely with much more booze and much less schmooze, but he'll deal with it for now if it means he gets to see some of the chicks in dresses.

For now, he'll sulk, leaning against the wall and folding his arms, waiting for more people to get here.

[glowingseer]

Oh hi there. Cordelia grins at she saw Dean sulking. Really, what's up with that?

"Never really pegged you as a wallflower," she comments, completely straight-faced now. "Although I think it suits you."

[fudgingkillyou]

He's sulking because Cordy and Dawn made him wear a tux, obviously.

"Oh, shut up," Dean replies, giving her a flat look. "This is not my idea of a good time. Be glad I came."

[glowingseer]

"Oh I am. Completely writhing in joy. Only you know, inside?"

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[gating_across]

Sheppard pulled the doors open of the hotel. It was hard to contain the excitement at the idea of a party. Not just any party, but what he classified as a "Bond Party." Dressing up in a tux and being clean shaven, seeing the nice ladies dressed up, probably a little poker on the side. Poker. There was going to be poker, right?

It quickly bumped up in his priority lists. Find champagne, find poker. If there was no poker? Well then. He'd start his own table up.

[glowingseer]

Poker what poker?

"Sheppard! Hi!" she greets. "My, my don't you look dashing. And a tiny bit better than James Bond."

[gating_across]

"Just a bit." Sheppard grinned at her, fixing his tie slightly. "Didn't want to outdo the great man. In case you know, he shows up to participate in poker."

Which he was not seeing anywhere.

[glowingseer]

"Poker?"