Woo! Party!

[dale_cooper_fbi]

With five elections under their collective belts, it was tradition now that once the election results were posted, the island (or most of the island, anyway) took the day off to enjoy a celebration. The kitchen crew worked for hours to make sure there was ample food and drink piled on tables both inside and outside the compound, and the music had

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[flowers_on_skin]

Once again a Councilwoman, Eostre was sitting on the steps with a glass of wine and her children playing in the grass in front of her. She liked these parties; you saw people you didn't see much during the rest of the year. Everyone came out of the woodwork, and forgot a few of their problems, and relaxed, for a while. When Eostre looked up, Mack had an earthworm halfway to her mouth.

"Put that down," said Eostre, and raised her glass to her mouth.
It wasn't good, but, then again, it wasn't awful, either.

[moraldyslexic]

"Hey, it's got fibre or something," Lennox answered with a grin, swooping in to grab the worm from Mack's little hand. "Aren't they supposed to be really good for you or something like that?" That said, he still didn't think she should be eating a worm, even if they were healthy.

[flowers_on_skin]

"It probably won't do her immune system any harm," conceded Eostre. She didn't approve of constantly spraying the twins down with disinfectant. "Still. There's probably things around here that taste better, Mack. Look at Flo."

Flo was making short work of a biscuit, sucking on it until it turned into a gooey mess.

[moraldyslexic]

Tossing the worm away, Lennox nodded his agreement at Mack seriously, even as he grinned. "So how's it feel to be on the Council again?" he asked, sitting down heavily beside Eostre and holding out his arms to Mack as she began to crawl toward him.

[jdick]

As proud as Joe was of the work he'd done while on the Council, he had to admit it was good to be done with it again. Even after the last time he'd decided not to run, shit hadn't felt finished. He hadn't felt like he'd done everything he needed to do, but this time he'd gotten exactly what he wanted. The reform was done and Dale was on the Council again and Joe was pretty fucking content.

Sitting outside the Compound, a drink in hand -- strictly juice, as much as he wanted a fucking beer -- Joe watched people come and go.

[dale_cooper_fbi]

"Looks like you don't get to keep me to yourself once again," said Dale, plate piled high with food as he sat down next to him. "I'm sure one day that'll change."

[jdick]

"Yeah, when you're fucking eighty and too old to move," Joe agreed with a grin that made it pretty clear he was sure that even then Dale would be running for the Council.

Leaning in, he snagged a bit of fruit from Dale's plate before he said, "Guess a congratulations is in order, eh?"

[dale_cooper_fbi]

"I'm not sure they're necessary," said Dale, "but from you, Joe, they're always welcome." In whatever form they might take. "Have you tried the pasta salad?"

[ash_threesocks]

Ash is lingering around with a joint trailing comfortably between his fingers, mostly because he's curious to see what general reaction will be to pot on the Island. Sure, it grows freely, but christ, a bloke has to test out the barriers, especially in a public place as such. And not only this, but he likes to mingle at functions like these, wearing his new persona like a suit and seeing all the familiar faces.

And if he can pick a pocket or two, well, call him Mr. Fagan.

[heartliketin]

People were there in large numbers and while he had been willing to attend the ball for Glitch, Cain was having a more difficult time justifying his presence there. He supposed he should make his attendance known, especially with the Zero issue being dealt with by this very new Council, but that didn't mean he was going to be smiling and laughing.

So he hovered by the edges and he sat when he could, letting the gunshot wound heal up properly. And the glass of water in his hands was definitely going a long way to helping.

[balladofbooth]

John Wilkes Booth spotted the man staying away from the crowd and couldn't help but wonder about his uniform. He had seen some peculiar styles of dress on the island, but this reminded him of a theatrical production far more than everyday wearings.

"Excuse me sir, but are you a cowboy?"

[heartliketin]

Cain sighed, thinking that the sign he intended to one day make would say 'O.Z. stands for Outer Zone' and 'I am not a cowboy', but he mustered his most polite smile for strangers he had no will to talk with. "No, I'm not a cowboy," he informed the man shortly. "Why do you want to know?"

[balladofbooth]

Booth was slightly disappointed even though he didn't expect the man to really be a cowboy. He shrugged.

"I just thought it quite novel if you were in fact, a cowboy. I've never met a professional cowboy."

[aminorkey]

It's almost a feeling of familiarity that Peter is met with when he arrives. It's a blissful wash of home and a setting he knows all too well. Food to eat, drinks to imbibe, social butterflies flitting around so eagerly, this here is what Peter wants out of life and it's as though a drug every time he finds himself surrounded by it, once more.

And so, he puts on his best smile and he begins to make his rounds about the party.

[lionelthayer]

Lionel isn't really drunk so much as he's...well, a little tipsy. Just slightly, enough to make him a little more agreeable and rumpled.

Once he spots Peter in the crowd, Lionel makes his way over and catches him by the elbow, then tugs him closer for a kiss. "Hey."

[aminorkey]

And when in a party, such nice things as kisses often happen. Peter turns at the tug and kisses Lionel back with such sweet and slow patience that a lesser man might break, but Peter wants to draw it out. He's sober -- well, not really, but a functioning alcohol is sober under the influence of two drinks -- and he wraps his arm around Lionel's waist.

"Not a bad night, I'd say," he observes, eyes flicking about the area.

[lionelthayer]

Lionel gives Peter a content little smile, feeling a bit flushed from the kiss and the bit of alcohol he's had. And a little of it is due to just being able to do this with Peter in public, without having to be worried. He doesn't think that'll ever get old.

"It's a good night," he agrees with a nod, then adds, because it seems important, "there's cake."