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[turnthebadinme]

Cliché has it, if you want something done right, you have to do it yourself. This isn't entirely true, but there's some merit to the old adage. If you want something done right, it's alright to let other people do all the work - just so long as you're the one supervising

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[wishesandsmoke]

Eden wasn't sure how she'd gone from idly watching a couple episodes of some teen show in the rec room to wandering through her first Upper East Side party, however far removed from Manhattan. She wasn't going to complain, though. It was a fun party, though she hadn't bothered to dress up like Penny had, if that could be called dressing up. A plain bikini under a simple sundress sufficed as she walked down toward the shoreline. The band sounded good. Even if she hadn't spoken to Gideon since that day on the beach, she could enjoy the evening.

[anewwaive]

There was only so long Gideon could avoid Eden without it being suspicious. Penny had caught on pretty fucking quickly something was going on. Her attempts to make him go find and talk to her were thwarted for the better part of the week, but there was no escaping the fucking party, and she jumped on the chance of more or less pushing him in her general direction.

Threats had been involved.

Draining the last of his drink - fuck, he was gonna need it - he reluctantly headed over to stand next to her, mindful of the fact Penny was probably watching them nearby.

"Hey," he said, scratching the side of his cheek, feeling uncharacteristically awkward. He wasn't used to being forced into these fucking situations.

[wishesandsmoke]

"Hey." Eden hesitated, more uneasy than anything else when Gideon approached her. It was kind of a relief that he seemed ready to talk to her again, but the silence in between seemed even more awkward now that it was over. She got silence, though. She knew it. If that was what he'd needed, she wasn't about to barge in. After the first week, though, it seemed less and less like needing space and more and more like the end of things.

[anewwaive]

That had been about as far as he'd gotten with deciding what he was going to fucking say. And shit, he hated he was as uncomfortable as he fucking was. It wasn't like he didn't want to talk to her, but it was kind of like how him and Des ended up the way they did in a way: he didn't know where to even fucking start fixing things, so he had been planning on just not starting at all.

It didn't look like he was going to get out of doing so, though. He just knew Penny was probably still watching them.

"So mixing people, alcohol, and fireworks. Tonight's probably going to be pretty fucking awesome, huh?" he asked when the silence was just getting stupid, sliding his hands into his pockets.

[toshiko_san]

When Serena had asked her about gunpowder, Tosh had been suspicious. When the girl had explained what she wanted it for, she'd quickly grown enthusiastic, agreeing to make black powder for Dr McKay to use in fireworks. Of course, now she wouldn't have missed the party for anything, having found a simple fifties style dress and cardigan to wear. She set a blanket up off to one side, in a good spot to watch people go by, Jackson sitting and clapping his hands on her lap. The fourth of July, it wasn't a holiday for her, but independence. Right now that seemed something worth celebrating.

[turnthebadinme]

Serena broke from the crowd to check on Tosh, grateful that she'd agreed to help them out. "Hey," she said, grinning. "Having fun? Looks like he's enjoying himself." She gestured to the infant Tosh had with her.

[toshiko_san]

"Jackson, meet Serena," Tosh smiled as she looked up at Serena, "He is enjoying himself. I'm enjoying myself. It's a lovely party."

[turnthebadinme]

"Good!" Serena enthused, clapping her own hands together with a brightening smile. "I'm so glad. I think Blair really outdid herself on preparations this time." As she spoke, she kneeled careful down and offered her hand to Jackson. "He's adorable."

[making_choices]

Tony finished up the friendly game of volleyball, throwing his shirt back on now that he was done. He loved the theme, the bowling shirt he was wearing only a little bit worse for the wear for having been crumpled in the sand while he played.

Really, this was how it should be done, he thought. On the beach, bonfires, food, drink, lots of people. It was going to be a good night, even if he did try and avoid Serena's friend. He downed a big glass of iced tea in one go, before looking around for something stronger. And for someone he knew.

[misformutant]

"Tony, how nice to see you." Monet said forcing a smile on to her face. Tony and Jamie were both very big, she'd had visual and physical proof of Jamie's size, boys and they could handle their affairs accordingly. However she did find it amusing within days of her arrival that they'd had an argument. Rictor on the other hand seemed perfectly happy with his rather...absent minded boyfriend. "How's everything in Paradise?"

[making_choices]

"Monet," not exactly the first person he was looking for, but he smiled anyway. It was a party after all. Tony could actually answer that honestly, having moved back into his hut a few days before. "Good. Really really good actually."

[misformutant]

"It's M," Monet replied shortly, the vague smile never leaving her lips. "I'm glad you and Jamie sorted out your little...differences. Have you met Rictor yet?"

[bitchofthejulii]

Her hair piled high atop of her head, Atia swept into the party just at dusk. Her dress was simple, much simpler than anything she would have worn to a party in Rome. Settling in to watch the boys on the volleyball court, Atia smiled as she accepted a drink. Men playing sport on the beach. It seemed an amusing way to spend her evening at the very least.

[filmstarbeauty]

"Having a good time?"

It was a polite question. A hostess question and one that Blair asked sweetly, having had practice at being nicer than she wanted to more than she cared to count or remember. A girl had to be good at something, didn't she? Who cared if you won more flies with honey than vinegar, since no one really wanted flies anyways.

"So glad you came." Blah blah blah.

[bitchofthejulii]

It was a greeting she recognised, having delivered it all too often herself. "A lovely time. very entertaining." Half of the men playing were shirtless, a definite plus. "You must be Blair, Serena's friend? A good effort." She supposed. Still not up to par, but much closer than most other efforts.

[filmstarbeauty]

At the fact that this one knew her name, Blair turned her head slightly, her attention caught for a moment. It wasn't that unusual, especially not given the fact that Serena already knew at least half the island, but well, she had to stay polite.

"Yes, I'm Blair." Serena's shadow, how interesting that you've even managed to see me. "Thanks. I do try with parties even with the limited resources."

[piemakerprince]

It was the smiling and the politeness that got him in the end.

You see, Ned was the sort of person who thrived on his own, or with a very few number of friends. He preferred quiet, isolated moments over noise, or a quiet evening at home with Chuck and Digby. A party, complete with bonfires, an extremely gregarious host and (this was worst of all) beach volleyball was the complete opposite of all the above

[agirlnamedchuck]

Sitting down a safe distance from Ned, and giving Digby a sweet rub on the head, the girl named Chuck smiled.

"Happy Fourth of July, just in case you haven't heard that enough today," she said, pulling off the hat on Digby's head in order to better scratch behind his ears. "Aren't things just more fun when they're star spangled?"

[piemakerprince]

"I suppose they can be," Ned replied, feeling grateful on Digby's behalf (though Digby looked it himself) when Chuck took the hat off.

He thought no such thing, but it was hard to dislike something that Chuck seemed to enjoy so much.

[agirlnamedchuck]

"Just so much merrier. Makes you happier, like it's more enthusiastic."

The more that the girl named Chuck thought about the star spangled everything and her history with it, the more she realised that this had been a holiday filled with looking at photos and decorations (all starred and spangled) from her Aunts' days as the Darling Mermaid Darlings.

She sniffed and then she sniffled. "It's a lovely party."