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Apr 08, 2010 08:31

Throwing a party was a lot more work than Logan had anticipated, and he found himself grateful for a change that Jack had so many friends. Decorating wasn't so bad, and it went by faster with the help of Prior and Maureen, but food... Well, anyone who had ever tasted Logan's attempts at anything other than pancakes or bacon would be glad to know ( Read more... )

dr. daniel jackson, dr. hawkeye pierce, gathering, jane lipton, annabeth chase, dr. owen harper, abby sciuto, robin goodfellow, dr. rob chase, prior walter, polly o'keefe, jack harkness, harry welsh, perseus jackson, zell dincht, logan echolls-harkness

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dr_robchase April 8 2010, 21:52:24 UTC
Sometimes, Chase had no clue how he'd managed to be in one place for as long as he was. Sometimes, he thought that it was a testament to some kind of patience that he'd spent so long praying for when he was younger. He was definitely all-for how years in one place meant actual friends and after everything he and Jack had been through, he was glad to be there at the party.

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realnicetrip April 8 2010, 21:52:52 UTC
It was very easy to lose track of time on the island, and this morning had been like any other. When Harry remembered what date it was he got a funny feeling that was important, but didn't remember why until he was in the middle of shaving. His hand had slipped and taken a tiny nick out of his jaw ( ... )

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echolls_cursed April 8 2010, 23:43:23 UTC
Logan was getting ready to leave the party, and he accidentally pumped into a familiar looking man as he reached to grab one more beer for the road.

"Shit, sorry," he muttered. "You okay?" he asked, knowing he hadn't nudged the guy hard but attempting to be polite.

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realnicetrip April 8 2010, 23:51:45 UTC
Some of his drink spilled, but Harry was far too drunk to care about that. He turned, waiting for the scenery to stop moving so he could work out who he was being addressed by.

"You're Logan," he said, peering up at him. "The guy with the dog, and the husband."

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echolls_cursed April 8 2010, 23:56:47 UTC
"And a surfboard, a wetsuit, a laptop and many other things. I can give you a list of things I have if you want," Logan replied, the obnoxious response slipping out before he could curb his attitude.

He paused a beat and tried for something a little less rude.

"Sorry, I can't seem to remember your name," he admitted, awkwardly offering the man his hand.

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priorlives April 8 2010, 21:54:29 UTC
Prior would have been at Jack's party anyway of course, and he and Maureen had even helped Logan a bit with the planning and decorating, but there was something that made the occasion a little more exciting for him. He was here with Scotty. With, as in something vaguely resembling a date, as in being recognized in public as being together - for the first time.

Granted, the kind of 'together' that still included in the definition no sex, and that still included Alcuin in there somewhere... but for right now, for this one party, Prior felt like it was something normal.

Still, he didn't want to be clingy, so at some point he left Scotty talking to someone and wandered over to get a drink, thinking that maybe he should be social himself.

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captainjack April 8 2010, 23:17:33 UTC
"Prior, I'm going to start owing you big time if you keep pulling off parties like these," Jack grinned as he made his way to the guy's side. "You outdid yourself."

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priorlives April 8 2010, 23:51:56 UTC
Prior waved a hand, limp-wristed and vague. "Oh, it wasn't me, not really. Logan did all the work, we just sort of... embellished."

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captainjack April 8 2010, 23:54:29 UTC
"Well, it's still fabulous, so thank you," he said. Jack paused a beat and looked over at Scotty.

"So...you two worked things out?"

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anger_sideways April 8 2010, 22:03:41 UTC
Hawkeye didn't know any of the people who were throwing this party, and that was exactly why he was there. There could only be a few hundred people on this island, not much more than a MASH unit, and he found it astonishing how few he'd really got to know in his weeks here.

Time to do something about that. He'd donned his favourite shirt, and a grass skirt he'd found in the clothes box a few weeks ago and had been just waiting for an opportunity to wear (well, with legs as good as his, why not flaunt them?), and intended to mingle the heck out of this gathering. Never mind the ungrammatical nature of that statement.

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polly_okeefe April 9 2010, 01:40:15 UTC
"Hello, Hawkeye" I said, raising my glass of mango juice to him. "I see you're getting into the spirit of things."

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anger_sideways April 9 2010, 10:36:05 UTC
Hawkeye grinned and raised his own drink in return. "Well, getting into the spirits, at any rate. You know how sharks can smell blood in the water from a mile away? I'm like that with cocktails." He winked, and tapped the side of said highly sensitive nose.

"And how are you, this fine summer-or-whatever-season-it-is-here's day?"

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polly_okeefe April 10 2010, 11:54:22 UTC
"Not bad," I said. All things considered, I was actually doing all right. "Can't complain. Well, other than the obvious things. What can I say? We know how to grab our happiness where we can."

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abbysciuto April 9 2010, 02:13:54 UTC
When Logan had asked Abby to help out with food, she'd been happy to, both because she liked cooking and because it meant Logan was probably not mad at her. Being glared at for dancing with Jack wasn't really fun for anyone, after all.

She made a little bit extra food the night before, which she dropped off before going back to change into a skirt Jack had admired once and returning to Bohemia and smiling at everyone she saw.

Four years on an island really was something to celebrate, after all.

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anger_sideways April 9 2010, 10:48:45 UTC
Turning away from the tables with a fresh drink in hand, something (or rather, someone) caught Hawkeye's eye, and his grin widened a little. With a waggle of his eyebrows and a wiggle of his grass skirt, he moved in for the kill.

"Lydia, Lydia, say, have you met Lydia, Lydia the tattooed lady? She has eyes that folks adore so, and a torso even more so," he sang, and ended with a flourish, sticking a breadstick in his mouth in lieu of a cigar. He bit off the end, swallowed, and grinned. "Hey there."

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abbysciuto April 9 2010, 23:56:34 UTC
Abby glanced up to see Hawkeye Pierce (again) moving in on her in so many ways. She was slipping in her New Arrivals monitoring apparently, because she had no idea when he'd re-arrived. He had to be Hawkeye. There wasn't another Alan Alda role of that era that would involve a guy wearing a grass skirt, after all.

She chuckled and raised an eyebrow at him. "Hey yourself. Name's not Lydia, though, sorry."

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anger_sideways April 10 2010, 15:08:09 UTC
"Life is full of disappointments," Hawkeye sighed, and sipped at his drink. He smiled at her over the rim. "So, then, what is your name? And I hope it has three syllables, or else it won't scan."

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