Impromptu Party

[broken_brushes]

For whatever reason, most Friday evenings at the Compound were quite slow. Where people went was a mystery to Shari, but after the dinner rush it wasn't the kitchen, that much was sure. She was still quite fastidiously working off her auction hours, and was glad enough to find herself with plenty of elbow room to bake. There wasn't any

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[aminorkey]

He's pulled a rather successful go of it and so he has to make an appearance. First, however, he needs to brush up, make something of himself and after tugging on a sleek button down, Peter is ready for this and has to bask in the party, if only to see other people about him enjoying themselves.

And perhaps, just perhaps, he's gone to the Boarding House and pinned a note to Lionel's door.

[lionelthayer]

For all the time that they already spend together, Lionel's still pleased to see the note on his door when he gets in. He forgoes the quiet night he'd been planning and heads up to the compound, easily spotting the small crowd.

He's also gotten a little too good at spotting Peter within the crowd, and Lionel maneuvers his way toward him, a smile on his face. "A party," he says appraisingly when he finally reaches Peter, touches his elbow and kisses the corner of his mouth hello.

[aminorkey]

Peter turns and broadly smiles after he's done receiving the kiss and pressing one back, leaning in to confide, "I've a terrible secret," he murmurs, arching a brow as his other arm winds its way around Lionel's waist. "I grew bored and look what I've brought upon us."

[lionelthayer]

"It's not so bad," Lionel says, even though he's never been the socialite type. He's been to more parties a year willingly on the island than he ever had at home. "Impressive that you got it done on short notice."

[moraldyslexic]

Lennox loved a party. There didn't need to be a reason for it, he didn't even have to know the hosts, he just loved a good party and this was a party. It had cake. The island was different. Back home a keg of beer would've indicated a party, but on the island, it all came down to the cake.

Helping himself to a slice, Lennox leaned against a nearby tree, watching people, grinning and lifting his fork in greeting to the people he recognized and to the people he didn't.

[broken_brushes]

"How is it?" I asked as I stepped up, and nodded to the cake. Since the party wasn't exactly planned properly and was more or less just a bunch of people gathering together at a moment's notice, I wasn't too worried about playing hostess. But the whole point of a party is meeting people, so I figured I better get on that.

[moraldyslexic]

"It's fantastic," Lennox answered enthusiastically, making sure to at least swallow his mouthful of cake before he spoke. "Did you make it? Are you the one responsible for this whole party?" Because if she had and she was, he'd have to thank for her it. There didn't seem to be much of a reason for her to be asking about the cake otherwise, unless maybe she just really liked cake.

[broken_brushes]

"I made the cake, yeah," I confirmed with a smile and a nod. "And I'm not responsible for the whole party, just part. There's a tall skinny guy wandering around here somewhere, he helped me. I hadn't even met him before tonight," I laughed. "But hey, sometimes you just need a party, right?"

[vat_69]

When Lew shows up, it's with the vague hope that someone might actually BYOB and be willing to share. What he's got in his flask right now is horrific, and were the circumstances not so dire, he'd never deign to touch it. As it is, he's effectively been on the wagon since two days in, and isn't particularly happy about it. The shit in the flask is to be used in emergencies only, or maybe just to remind him that it's preferable to be sober.

[red_ponytail]

Bill was always up for meeting new people, so he gave the unfamiliar bloke a friendly smile as he strolled over. "Nice night for an impromptu party, isn't it?" he commented. "Of course, we don't get much else but nice nights around here."

[vat_69]

It's not particularly polite of him, but all Lew can do is stare as he wonders if everybody he knows has a long-haired British copy running around this fucking place. Mouth open, he makes a brief, confused sound but manages to say nothing else for a very long moment.

Oh, fuck it. That shit in his flask may be the equivalent of turpentine, but he can't do this without a drink. In one smooth motion, he tugs it free from his pocket, unscrews the cap and tips it to his lips.

[red_ponytail]

Whatever Bill was expecting the bloke to say in return, it sure as fuck wasn't...well, nothing. He raised an eyebrow, not perturbed by the odd reception, just curious. "Cat got your tongue?" he quipped, having to pause a moment before he spoke so as not to say 'kneazle' as habit initially made him want to.

[fourforone]

So it's an island. Yeah, I can see that much. Looks it, feels it, got the sea air and everything and doesn't seem to have any bunkers or casements, no enemy troops lurking (which is lucky, seeing as instead of the uniform, I decided to drop in wearing my best catcher's gear).

I managed to change, though, dropping my things off in one of the rooms beside Nix's and managed a bit of civvies as I wander through the crowd under the lights and it's the ferris wheel I'm staring up at.

"What kinda island has a ferris wheel just in the middle of things?" I wonder aloud, not really expecting an answer, even.

[vat_69]

"The kind where people appear out of thin air?" Lew guesses. Thus far, he's not managed to find anything to drink that isn't juice, and it would be bugging him a hell of a lot more if Buck hadn't shown up earlier.

"You know, they didn't throw a party when I showed up," he remarks, wry, and takes a sip of his orange juice.

[fourforone]

I turn and manage the very best cool grin I've got, lifting a glass of...what am I drinking, even? I assume it's juice, but some fruit I've never tasted before or have and forgot all about it. "Well, Nix, that's because you lack the charm and charisma that runs so freely in my veins," I reply with a grin. "At least they didn't throw an ambush at you, either?"

[vat_69]

"No, I just got Luz stealing my cigarettes," Lew shoots back. Soggy or not, he's wishing he'd not let them go in his naivete. "And guys that look exactly like Dick and Foley but aren't. Foley's got long hair and a prissy British accent, but Dick didn't do too bad." Except for the part where he isn't Dick at all, which makes his existence pure torture for Lew.

[dead_onthescene]

Ginger's not really big on parties, because parties usually end with drunk assholes trying to get up your skirt, but she likes the ferris wheel and so she's pushed past the crowd of people to sit in the grass beside it. Tipping her head back, red hair falling in a tangle that almost touches the ground, she looks up to the top of it, wondering if she can con someone into letting her ride it.

Just once, that's all she wants.

She doesn't know who owns it, though, so for now she's just sitting in the grass with her head back.

[unchosen_son]

Sam hadn't intended on coming to the party, more like he had just turned up to get something from the Compound and when he came out, there was a crowd. He smiled politely and kept excusing himself as he nudged through pockets of people, but instead of heading home, he paused when he found Ginger staring up. "Ever been on one of these before?"

[dead_onthescene]

"I'm Canadian, not an alien from a planet without ferris wheels," Ginger points out as she tips her head against her shoulder to look over at Sam. "Sometimes we get some of these new fangled contraptions up there in the wild North."

Looking back at the ferris wheel again, she almost smiles and says, "Of course, the last one I went on was made out of sticks and snow."

[unchosen_son]

Sam gave her a dubious look and just shook his head. "I may be a little slow sometimes, but I do actually have a brain," he promised, wandering to her side and exhaling tensely as he sat. "Would you happen to have polar bears pulled the sticks and snow on your newfangled contraptions up in the wild North?" he asked, playing along now.