Laissez les bons temps rouler! [Second Mirror]

[dancingwillows]

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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[ab_executioner]

Anita hadn't planned to go to the party. But she found herself mingling, well not exactly mingling more like watching everyone from a semi safe distance, dressed in a dress that the clothes box gave her. She tried to look comfortable and nonchalant as she she held her mask in one hand and a fruit drink in the other.

[im_a_toughguy]

Freddy had to refused to dress up, even if it was Mardi Gras. He remembered it from last year, he'd come to the party only a few days after arriving and he'd enjoyed himself despite being convinced he was dead the entire time. But no, he wasn't dressing up. Sure, instead of jeans he was wearing grey slacks, and okay, the t shirt was cleaners and less stretched out than most of the ones he owned. But he wasn't dressing up. Except for the mask, and that was only because it reminded him of the Human Torch.

His girfriend though, holy fuck she looked good.

"You better be in that so I can take it off later."

[ab_executioner]

She smiled pushing away from the wall. "I think that can be arranged." She glanced around. "Before that though I think we should enjoy the party. It'll likely end around midnight." All the others had there wasn't any reason to believe this one would be any different.

She put on her mask holding out her hand. "I haven't had any practice, but I might be willing to try dancing just this once."

[im_a_toughguy]

"Can you dance in that? We won't, I dunno, spontaniously get tangled up in the skirt?" He grinned and et his half drunk bottle of beer on a nearby table and slipped his hand into her's, giving her a slight pull closer to him before slipping an arm loosely around her waist.

He couldn't help but look at her and think of the rings he'd stuffed away in a corner of his hut, wondering if it really was just island fuckery or a sign. He didn't want to get all philosophical and shit though, it was Mardi Gras, he was supposed to be seeing tits and getting drunk.

[the_cia_skirt]

If there was a gathering, Sarah was obligated to attend, and not just for appearances. With people leaving and arriving daily, it was her obligation to get herself out there and gather intel. Besides, she tended to blend in better than Casey at these festive occasions. It was different back where they'd come from, where Casey could slip in unnoticed as wait staff or security and the like. Here, there was no cover to be had save for the immediate one. It made things a little more difficult.

Keeping her eyes peeled, and hoping she would run into Chuck, Sarah acquired a drink and set out to case over everything.

[the_intersect]

Chuck had eventually found a place to stash the computer tower, ditching it in the compound to go back out to the party. Besides, Ellie probably would have dragged him out of the compound kicking and screaming if he'd tried to stay.

"So, at least the crazy island holding everyone captive has a sense of hospitality," Chuck said, once he'd found Sarah in the crowd.

[the_cia_skirt]

Sarah had been taking a sip of her drink when Chuck walked up to her. Swallowing, she nodded in agreement, a wry smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "The night's still young. It could unleash the proverbial dinosaurs before midnight for kicks," she suggested.

All things considered, it wasn't entirely outside the realm of possibilities.

[the_intersect]

"Call me crazy...but I'd rather assume the night's gonna end without velociraptors invading the kitchen." Chuck said, either going with her metaphor or making note of the fact that there actually were dinosaurs on the island.

Or maybe he was just taking the occasion to make a Jurassic Park reference.

[playingtheenemy]

She had been extraordinarily good, but it hadn't been anything to do with willpower. Ainsley had been in the room when the sudden whiff of food came her way, but she'd barely glanced up, so engrossed was she in her writing. She hadn't even moved from her place, wearing a softball jersey and a pair of jeans, while people mingled all around her.

She didn't even touch a single plate.

It was, to some who knew her, probably apparent of a miracle in action.

[alittleofboth]

Anthony set the glass of wine in front of Ainsley without greeting.

"Put the pen down, my dear. Really, I'm surprised you can even concentrate."

[playingtheenemy]

Ainsley barely glanced up, only seeing the rim of a glass as she focused a determined look on Anthony that had been meant for her pen and paper. "Not that you don't know, but clearly this is bound to be here for...well, some time," she said, realizing she had no watch to check. "And my thought process in regards to the sentences I'm writing don't have that kind of time," she protested, tucking her legs under herself as she curled up in the corner of the couch with her notepad.

[alittleofboth]

"That doesn't mean you can't have a glass of wine," Anthony pointed out with raised eyebrows. "Drink, it's actually decent. What are you working on?" The transition from cool cajoling to curious inquiry was seamless.

[unchosen_son]

After Sam had found the weird guy on horseback, it was like he needed the party. Or at least, a beer. He had one just sitting beside him untouched, like it was for the ghost of Dean. It felt vaguely appropriate, so he just let it be, just out there on its own.

He took a swig back of his drink, studying the room and trying to force the weight on his stomach to lift, but it just wasn't going anywhere.

[poison_lipstick]

"Hey there, Sam," Saffron greeted, approaching the much, much taller man with a smile. "You expecting someone?" she asked, noticing the unattended beer.

[unchosen_son]

"No, not really," Sam admitted sheepishly, giving Helen a puppy-eyed look. "It's just sort of a symbol for Dean, you know? He'd want one if he were here, so it's uh, sort of Dean's beer."

[poison_lipstick]

She shouldn't have still missed him, should have been over it the second after he left, but she still felt his absence anyhow. "It seems fitting," she said softly, her gaze falling on the bottle with no owner.

She took a sip of her own drink, her second glass of shaoxing wine". "How you holdin' up, honey?" she asked, her tone concerned.

[blinkingsparrow]

Since getting a spot to sleep in at the Compound, Sally had spent the past few days by herself. As by herself as she could be, anyway, in a huge place like Tabula Rasa. She'd been reading a lot of books from the bookshelf, which always seemed to know just what she was in the mood for

[curiousreporter]

Chloe was determined to have at least a little fun today, since that seemed to be what the island wanted, and she figured that making sure other people were having fun would help. She saw the other girl when she grabbed a beer, and made her way over to her. "Have you gotten any beads yet?" Chloe asked, holding up an armful that she'd grabbed.

[blinkingsparrow]

Sally narrowed an eye at the girl, thinking of the old Mardi Gras tradition. "We don't have to show our breasts for those, do we?" She said, smiling.

[curiousreporter]

"Not to me, you don't. I'd need quite a few more drinks before that," Chloe replied, handing her a few colorful strands.