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singillatim2024-10-14 09:42 pm
desperate_times_right) wrote in singillatim2024-10-14 09:42 pm
Entry tags:
- arthur lester: maniette,
- bigby wolf: jelle,
- billy gibson: jelle,
- casper darling: mimi,
- charles rowland: giz,
- chloe frazer: tess,
- connor wolf: shade,
- cornelius hickey: kates,
- edward little: jhey,
- eren jaeger: lyn,
- illarion: lark,
- jason todd: jessi,
- kieren walker: cheryl,
- konstantin veshnyakov: jhey,
- levi ackerman: dem,
- levi jordan: cirape,
- peter parker: trace,
- ragnar lothbrok: lily,
- randvi: tess,
- raylan givens: arma,
- reiner braun: kas,
- ruby rose: josh,
- wynonna earp: lorna,
- zoey westen: bri
Hot Potato (party log)
Who: Chloe Frazer & any and all party people!!
What: Harvest Celebrations/Halloween Party/Ruby’s Birthday/Rat Marriage/Big Communal Cooking Party so Chloe doesn't burn down her house
When: October 12
Where: At Chloe’s house on Greene Street
Content Warnings: Food descriptions, probably.
Other Notes: Feel free to make this a mingle and reply to other characters!
Chloe had wondered whether to go through with the harvest party once Lalo had disappeared, but as they say, the show must go on. There's still a lot worth celebrating, and people need something hopeful after the mess last month. Luckily her house had made it through everything all right.
The poster had said to wear a costume, so she's hoping to see a lot of those, and she’d recruited some people to help her put together the menu exactly to Lalo’s specifications, so unfortunately no one is safe from British Potatoes. There are even candles for the birthday cake.
Chloe herself is dressed as a sexy lumberjack, with one of Lalo’s old flannels tied in a knot under her breasts and denim cutoffs made from the jeans Kostya had gotten blood on (shh). She's got a fire roaring, because otherwise she’d freeze.
What: Harvest Celebrations/Halloween Party/Ruby’s Birthday/Rat Marriage/Big Communal Cooking Party so Chloe doesn't burn down her house
When: October 12
Where: At Chloe’s house on Greene Street
Content Warnings: Food descriptions, probably.
Other Notes: Feel free to make this a mingle and reply to other characters!
Chloe had wondered whether to go through with the harvest party once Lalo had disappeared, but as they say, the show must go on. There's still a lot worth celebrating, and people need something hopeful after the mess last month. Luckily her house had made it through everything all right.
The poster had said to wear a costume, so she's hoping to see a lot of those, and she’d recruited some people to help her put together the menu exactly to Lalo’s specifications, so unfortunately no one is safe from British Potatoes. There are even candles for the birthday cake.
Chloe herself is dressed as a sexy lumberjack, with one of Lalo’s old flannels tied in a knot under her breasts and denim cutoffs made from the jeans Kostya had gotten blood on (shh). She's got a fire roaring, because otherwise she’d freeze.
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You know, if any of the cars still worked.
[ She takes her own swallow of the whiskey, which is still not nearly enough, and also grimaces. Just a little. ]
Yeah, this isn't the best. You'd think at least one of the guys up here would be a Scotch snob.
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[The rich lads were always swiping it from home after holiday, bragging about how much it had cost their dads. A theatrical nose wrinkle at the memory turns earnest though, when he takes his next sip of the whiskey.]
'S just- been a few years. [An understatement.] The shit we used to drink at daytimers felt like it was burning a hole through my stomach.
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[ Not all of that was her fault, despite what her teachers thought. She sips at her whiskey, studying the kid over the edge of her cup: he's got a certain swagger she can't help but appreciate. ]
What's daytimers?
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Mid-day raves. Sort of a South Asian kid thing. [Before he'd been shipped off to boarding school, and left anyone else who looked like him behind.] Our parents wouldn't let us go out at night so we'd bunk off school instead. Change clothes behind the gymnasium, and come back pissed for afternoon classes.