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[the_support]

Parties were always something Ellie enjoyed throwing, and this one was no different. While she hadn't gotten much sleep the night before for some very good personal reasons, she was up early and cooking up a storm for most of the morning to finish up what she hadn't made already, while Devon took over setting things up outside. With his help, as

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[gotacigarette]

There had never been parties in Eden's life before the island and she keeps to the edges of this one, too. She's got a cigarette between two fingers and a drink in her other hand. She'd walked through the party to get to the showers and the clean clothes. The clothes box thought that it was being funny.

Eden Sinclair is wearing a dress. It's the plainest dress that she could find, black silk, dipped low in the back, and she's wearing it with combat boots. She dips her head low over her drink and takes a drag of her cigarette.

She's never going to fucking live this down, and she's not sure when she started caring.

[fourforone]

Now I recognize that face and I'm not exactly one to forget, so I'm grinning broadly as I approach, appraising her even as I go and give a nod. "I know you," I announce before even waiting for her to acknowledge me. "Course, it's not like I got a long look. I take it from Babe's mood though, you two had a good time?"

[gotacigarette]

Eden takes a long drag on her cigarette before looking up at him. Great. All she needs. Soldier with a big mouth.

She looks up at him and raises an eyebrow before blowing smoke out of the corner of her mouth.

"Good enough."

[fourforone]

I whistle long and low, but there's a large part of me feeling defensive over Babe, wanting her to have had a helluva good time. "Gonna give him a second go?" I ask, like it's all business.

[unit_girl]

It seemed like it had been forever since she'd last been to a party. Jo had been busy being responsible and working and also not gatecrashing parties. But this one was in a public place and there were some people here she recognised. Also there was food and drink.

So she started by gathering some of both for herself.

And now that she'd found another set of clothes, this was a chance to show she did have another outfit that didn't look terrible.

OOC: I don't have an icon of it but what Jo's wearing looks like a black martial arts outfit.

[vat_69]

There seem to be an inordinate amount of parties on this island, Lew thinks. He's not complaining about it -- After all, he's thrown one himself and provided libations for another -- and maybe it shouldn't be surprising. It's a tropical paradise, everyday should be a party.

He wonders if being relaxed will ever feel normal again. If he even knows how to do that anymore.

He's not going to be drinking what's been provided. The island has endowed him with the ability to be picky about what he drinks, and he falls naturally into the habit. He's used to passing things over, grew up on it. Now, it makes him a little sick and a lot hypocritical, but he does it anyway because it's something he's good at, something he's used to.

There's vodka in his juice, supplied by the flask now resting in his back pocket, and he's found a good spot by the door again, waiting for something or someone to happen.

[robin_sparkles]

"You look like you're either manning the door to prevent exits or bouncing for entry," Robin appraised as she came up to give him a nod of a hello, not sure why she was just sitting on her own like a loner when there were attractive men to flirt with.

Even if she refused to use any of Barney's pick-up techniques to do it.

[vat_69]

"I'll have you know, this is the best spot in the whole place," Lew counters with a chuckle. He motions Robin closer, and then turns her around to face the room.

"You can see everyone from here," he points out from just behind her, his hands against her shoulders. Leaning forward to speak next to her ear, he continues, "You can see who's eating or drinking more than they should, who's flirting with who. Who's gotten shot down. Who leaves with a different person than they came in with."

[robin_sparkles]

Robin's smiling to herself as she watches the room, unable to help that little sort of twirl in her stomach of the power of all that knowing and getting all the good gossip and she really hadn't thought about it. "And here I always went for comfort over good water cooler material," she admitted, turning her head just slightly to catch a glimpse of the side of his face. "What about you? Ever think about who's watching you here by the door?"

[jim_halpert]

Jim would never really get used to not having Pam to come to parties with, though he knew he ought to make a conscious effort to get out more. After getting Sam dressed up, he headed over to enjoy some of the festivities, intent on having a good time, for Sam's sake, at least.

"Do you want some mashed potatoes, Sammy?" he asked her as he stood in front of the food table. Upon seeing her try to reach down immediately to put her hands in the contents of the bowl, he turned slightly to make sure she didn't do so.

He went to go put some on a plate for her. She was sounding miffed at being denied the ability to do what she wanted, but at least she wasn't crying.

[be_normal]

"He's terribly cruel to deny you that way, isn't he?" Gwen asks the little girl, and then leans in to add in a stage whisper, "I prefer to eat them with my hands, too."

She smiles up at Jim, who she knows simply because everyone does. "She's adorable." Everyone being at the party seems a poor excuse to not make an appearance, so Nate's cradled over her shoulder, sucking happily on a bit of her hair as he watches the crowd.

[jim_halpert]

Jim bit back a smile as he put a nice big glob of the food in the middle of the plate. Sam seemed to forget about the near burst of tears she'd almost gone into with the distraction, and he found himself very, very grateful.

"It's one of the fun things about parenting," he replied, glancing over at Gwen once he was done putting some vegetables on the plate, too. "Thank you. It was an interesting feat getting her into this dress this morning. I'm not thinking it'll be clean for too long, so I'm enjoying it while it lasts."

[be_normal]

"Keeping it clean is no fun, Dad," Gwen says as she makes a funny face at Samantha. "You just tell him, that is why they invented washing machines." Nate gives an unexpected squawk from around her hair, and Gwen laughs. "See? We all agree on this. Get with the program, Jim."

[not_the_grim]

Alcohol. There was alcohol. It wasn't exactly Ogden's, but it could get a grown man drunk, and that was the important bit. Sirius, despite weighing slightly more than nothing, considered himself exceptional at holding his liquor.

Cup in hand, he'd also found the food, and was eating more than anyone his size had a right to. It was Remus, he thought, who had once suggested he should have been a greyhound instead of a mutt; he had both the metabolism and breeding for it.

[dammitjames]

"Sirius Black and booze," James mused teasingly as he sidled along towards Sirius. "Who would have guessed?" Not that James didn't have his own drink in-hand, but hypocrisy was just part of his forte.

[not_the_grim]

"Coming round to see how a real man handles his liquor, Potter?" Sirius quipped with a smirk from over the top of his cup. "You're missing your little paper umbrella," he added, motioning to James' glass.

[dammitjames]

"Huh?" James feigned confusion for a moment, then recognition. "Oh! Oh, I get it! You're trying to be cute," he chaffed, patting Sirius on the back. "Well, you gave it a nice college try, mate."