Laissez les bons temps rouler!

[angel_dylan]

The island had done it again. Whether it was pure chance or benevolence none of them would ever know, but somehow, someway, the place had seen fit to give them all booze again

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[dr_robchase]

Chase had managed to not only find something in shiny purple, but also bright green and together they formed the vest he wore over a pale yellow button-down. It might have been childish, but seeing as he'd heard nothing but comments about his wardrobe, he intended to show just how bad it could be. He'd made his way through people, edging in lightly on his way to search for something to drink or just something to eat, which led to him staring at the food table like it was a differential diagnosis to solve.

[callofkaren]

Karen was, she was surprised to find, actually speechless when she saw what Chase was wearing, the dozens and dozens of beads she had around her neck all but forgotten.

"Oh my god, I think I'm blinded," she said, eyes wide as she approached him, then reached out to touch his shirt. Just to make sure he wasn't wearing an optical illusion, or something.

[dr_robchase]

"Hey, considering what I'm doing to actually keep my clothes, I thought I'd go wild," he said with a tiny bit of a smirk, picking up a strand of beads with his fingers.

It was good, to be at the party. To not think about other things.

[callofkaren]

"Fine," Karen conceded with a shake of her head. "I guess they're not any worse than most of the beads I'm wearing." She picked one out from under the mass around her neck to show. "This one? Has glitter."

[gonewiththereap]

Daisy Adair loves a good party.

Far be it for her to miss Mardi Gras either. Normally she's out there to reap some poor unsuspecting soul who's had a bit too much to drink. Once, she'd seen a man choke on his own beads, which had just been unpleasant for everyone. Of all the tacky ways to go, and all.

Now without a hand of death, all Daisy can do is circulate, her loose-fitting trousers accompanying a halter-top made of blue and green plaid and a heckuva number of beads draped around her bare shoulders. When in New Orleans, after all.

[chefjack]

"Alright!" Jack shouts into the din as he arrives. Sure, he can't touch the booze, the drugs, any of the fun stuff. But there is club soda there, as if wept by the tears of a freakin' beautiful club soda angel up there above them all and Jack's taken possession of a whole gallon of the stuff, clinging it to his bosom as if it's gold.

The Island's trying to outdo him, that's what he thinks. He thinks that someone incorporeal has seen what Jack's been cooking up and got a little jealous. And hey, he knows how good he is and how easy it is to feel inferior.

So he'll endure this little 'fit', if you will. Because tomorrow, Jack's going to cook something even better, just to shove it in the rock-of-land's face. Or whatever Islands had.

[poison_lipstick]

Saffron's black dress flattered her in all the right ways, and she was thoroughly enjoying herself at the party. Once she spotted Jack she slipped up beside him, looking up at him with a dazzling smile. "Hi there, Jack."

[chefjack]

Jack takes the opportunity to really look at her after he's poured himself a glass of the soda. "Jesus, you really do just go for it," he says appreciatively, eyes on her breasts.

[poison_lipstick]

"I'm not exactly partial to doing things halfway," she replied, giving him a somewhat conspiratorial wink. "You're looking mighty handsome yourself." But then, Jack was always handsome.

[jim_halpert]

Far be it for Jim to miss a party. The clothes box gave him something a little more informal than his suit - a nice shirt and slacks - and he wore that as well as one of the masks he found, just to be in the holiday spirit. Pam had wandered off with Sam to go talk to people, and he hung near the food table, drink in hand.

There was no way he was going to drink a lot this party. He learned his lesson.

[poison_lipstick]

Everyone was dressed to the nines, including Saffron, who was particularly pleased with the dress she'd found. She recognized Jim behind the mask and let out a teasing wolf whistle. "Well, aren't you looking nice and snazzy, Jim," she said, smiling brightly.

[jim_halpert]

Jim glanced up at the sound, and it wasn't hard to discern who was standing by him.

"I clean up nice, right?" he asked with a somewhat embarrassed grin. "You're not looking all too bad yourself. Having a good time?"

[poison_lipstick]

"You sure do, and thank you," Saffron replied, thinking Jim's embarrassment was really kinda cute. "I'm having a great time. How about yourself?" She hadn't seen Pam or the baby, but she was sure they were around somewhere.

[goingtodorking]

Karen has found beads. She's laden in them, at least ten strands around her neck, and another lot doubled around her wrists. She sparkles as she darts around the party, hiding behind someone tall and sticking her head out. THere aren't any masks at this one, but there's chocolate milk and coke and cookies and stars hanging from the ceiling and Karen thinks it's really cool.

Really, really, really cool.

[dumbassbastards]

"I'm not even going to ask what you did to earn those beads," says Rollie, looking down at her and trying very hard not to smile. The bead-laden child and the beer in his hand are making it very, very difficult. "Whatever it is, you sure did a lot of it."

[goingtodorking]

Without thinking about it, Karen reaches up and takes Rollie's hand, her hand wrapped around two of his fingers.

"I just founded them. In a big pile. ShorHor won't come out from under the bed."

[dumbassbastards]

"ShorHor's a wise horse," says Rollie, shaking his head. "Of course, he'd be wiser if he was outside, but I'm not even going to worry about that today. Today your scrawny horse can do whatever he likes."