[location: John Everton's House] [OPEN TO ALL!] BLOCK PARTY!!!

[aesthetic_mojo]

The time had come. Charlotte left John in charge of setting up the bar, giving him only the one request that he have a decent selection of beer, and did the work of dialing up the food. She knew she was going way over board. For all she knew no one might show up, even though she'd gotten a bit of a response to her invite. How could people

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The Bar

[lapsedsaint]

The only real qualification that John had to be the designated bartender was the amount that he drank. Of course, there were worse qualifications to have, like actually going to school for it. At least his knowledge was come by honestly.

He had two metal barrels filled with ice, one full of bottles of beer that he'd drank in his life, the other full of bottles of soda. He was keeping the hard liquor under slightly tighter guard. But he was ready for anything.

Except what Charlie came out wearing. He suddenly felt woefully under dressed.

The Bar

[aesthetic_mojo]

Charlotte shot John a look of absolute astonishment, after the smile at the kiss, anyway. Then she gave the other men a remarkably over done sigh. Somehow she was the horribly abused party in this situation. "Fine, fine, I'll leave you men to discuss man things."

Just as she was out of John's reach, she used her telekinesis to pinch John's ass firmly with invisible fingers.

The Bar

[fudgingkillyou]

Yes, Charlotte, leave the men alone to their manly talk. And... things. Dean chuckles as John and Charlotte joke around, and then he glances at Dexter, sipping from his own beer.

"So, Dexter, right? You just get here?" To the party, he means.

The Bar

[dexmcduff]

After accepting the beer - a surprising gesture, but he's not protesting - , Dexter takes it upon himself to look mature and responsible. Which he is. At least, he and others seem to think so. He leans against the bar and almost-smoothly gets the thing open.

"You mean here?" He points at the ground with his free hand (and anyone is free to notice at this point the lizard chilling out on his shoulder). "Oh yeah. I followed the yellow brick road, or the... holographic pixelly supermap." Thumb-up.

The Bar

[lapsedsaint]

John did notice the lizard and grinned. "Viv and Al will get a kick out of your friend, if they notice it."

He tapped his beer bottle against Dexter's. "Welcome to my house, then. The blonde with the shiny boots... Completely responsible for all this." He glanced at Dean and grinned more. "Except the music. That is this guy's fault."

The Bar

[fudgingkillyou]

Like Dean's going to check if Dexter's old enough to be drinking, especially since Dean's not exactly the poster child for following the rules. He's been drinking since he was younger than Dexter, so he sees no problem with it.

"It's my fault this party's got awesome music, thanks," Dean grins back at John. And now his attention is on the lizard. Dean likes lizards.

"Dude. Cool." He says, gesturing at Dexter's shoulder with his bottle.

The Bar

[dexmcduff]

He pauses to tune into the music, not really having noticed before. ... Oh, classic rock. Cool. He can dig it, and his grin shows that.

"Viv and Al?" He looks from John to Dean. "Thanks. His name's Roy. Or Roy G. Biv, like the... rainbow." Oh god, he's a dork. He puts his free hand up to his shoulder, nudging the eight-inch gecko onto it.

"Hey, Roy. Meet the neighbours."

The Bar

[lapsedsaint]

John has clearly been drinking a little before the party started because he is completely amused by the lizard. "Roy. Hello, Roy." He reached out and touched the lizard.

"Yeah, Viv and Al, the terrible two. Charlie's kittens, who are sure to pop in any time now."

The Bar

[fudgingkillyou]

Dean approves of that grin, Dexter. Good to know there's kids out there with common sense. There's only so many teenagers who love My Chemical Romance and Fall Out Boy that Dean can take.

"I've seen those kittens on the tablets. Never seen 'em in person," Dean remarks. He watches John touch the lizard, and then glances at Dexter. "They teleport. Or so I'm told."

The Bar

[dexmcduff]

He doesn't mind those either, but Dean doesn't need to know that.

Roy stares at John and cocks his head, and Dexter stares at Dean. "Did you just say 'teleport'?"

The Bar

[lapsedsaint]

Never talk about the kittens. It summons them. Al, who clearly liked John an awful lot, appeared on his shoulder and immediately spotted Roy. It took a quickly hissed silent word from John to stop the beast from meeting the lizard closer.

"Yes. Teleport."

The Bar

[fudgingkillyou]

Dean nods around the same time the kitten appears on John's shoulder, and then gestures to it with his beer bottle, grinning.

"Watch your lizard, kiddo."

The Bar

[dexmcduff]

And watching the lizard, he is. Dexter pulls him back out of the magical teleporty kitten's reach, not taking his eyes off the fuzzy thing.

"Okay! New plan: not asking anymore." Feeling strangely like a kid sneaking cookies - and his parents aren't even here! What is this! -, Dexter takes a drink of his beer.

Re: The Bar

[lapsedsaint]

John plucked Al off his shoulder and stared into his eyes for a few moments. After a meow, the kitten pops away, off in search of safer things to play with.

The kitten gone, John picks up his beer and grins. "Sometimes asking is fun, though. You've got to admit."