party ♔ ding-dong the dick's dead

[recruited]

WHO || Everyone. Everyone come if you're not on a mission.
WHAT || A party to celebrate Dimitris Sarandis sleeping with the fishes.
WHERE || Knights HQ. The fancy ballroom.
WHEN || Mid-March 2016.
HOW || Prose or actionspam welcome.

Cordelia and Steve have gotten together to plan a rather fun party to celebrate Sarandis being taken down. Abbie even managed to grab them a rather awesome band to entertain the guests and everything else was hand picked and decided on by Cordy and Steve. It's not as fancy as a squiring after party, but it's just as fun. The ballroom has been "dressed down" a little to match the relaxed atmosphere. Enjoy yourselves!

Comments

[beatupgrass]

I should probably stick my name on the short list to hunt 'em down. [he's a little anxious about it. infiltrating the last one almost broke him. but at least these ones- if they're out there in any real capacity- have the distinction of not being familiar.

but they're all familiar, aren't they?] Maybe that'll make me feel better.

[impetere]

[She pauses before giving a small shrug.]

I don't think it works that way. Even if they pay for it, what they took from you is still gone.

[Hearing that Kate was dead was a relief in a lot of ways, but her family was still dead.]

[beatupgrass]

Hey, they didn't take anything from me. [a tad defensively.

except you know if they hadn't, he wouldn't be feeling so lousy or he wouldn't have kicked his way through the pieces of the lab on Andres.]

[impetere]

[Yeah, she's not sure she believes that, Rocket (sense motive 28). She just looks at him skeptically for a moment, because she wants to see if she gives him enough leeway he'll figure it out on his own or if she has to spell it out.]

[beatupgrass]

[his ears flatten to his skull and he looks uncomfortable under her scrutiny, until he turns away.] They didn't take anything I hadn't already lost a long time ago.

[which is still, very obviously transparent.]

[impetere]

[Her face softens a bit, before she nods, pulling one knee up to her chest.]

It doesn't mean it doesn't matter though.

[beatupgrass]

Doesn't it? [he crosses his arms over his chest.] 'Cause if it matters, it's like maybe it just kept happenin' to me 'cause I deserved it or 'cause that's where I was always gonna end up.

It's easier to think of it like it was all just bad timin'.

[impetere]

Maybe some of it was. But bad timing doesn't change the fact that it happened, either.

[A beat.]

Just like I didn't deserve to get my family burned alive just because we were werewolves, but it still happened. It still ... changed me, I guess.

[beatupgrass]

[he gives her a sidelong look and then turns away. he's terrible at sympathy.] People are flarked up, ain't they?

[impetere]

Yep.

[She sighs as she stares back into the party.]

I won't argue there.

[beatupgrass]

At least we're tryin' to fix that... one genocidal torturin' megalomaniac son of a bitch at a time. [he raises his bottle in a mock toast.]

[impetere]

[She nods in agreement.]

Amen to that.

[And she glances over at him.]

Want some company out here?

[They don't have to talk - she's good with contemplative silences, but if he wants to be alone she can do that too.]

[beatupgrass]

You sure you don't wanna get back to your party? [he's not saying no....]

[impetere]

[She shakes her head.]

I don't actually like parties.

[beatupgrass]

[he shrugs, not one to be grateful without it being forced out of him.] Then I guess we're sittin' here, then.

[and so they sat in contemplative silence while Rocket drinks.]