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

[familybusiness]

Then the next time the person closest to you gets killed and is lucky enough to be resurrected, I'll make sure to make a 'joke' about it. For your sake, I hope it never happens, but apparently it'll be fine because you'll be over it.

[So unhappy.]

Rose is my friend, too. Shouldn't that have been enough to maybe think about what you were going to say before you said it?

[slay]

If you had come anywhere close to making this conversation about you and what you're feeling, I wouldn't have said it, Sam. But if you're going to make everything about how Dean's feeling, then how am I supposed to know what you are, or what's right to say, or how I can help? You never said a word about how it was affecting you. So sorry, for thinking the fact that you brought it up at a party meant I could inject a little levity.

[ She throws her hands up. ]

Look, I'm sorry. But I'm not a mind-reader, Sam. If something's bothering you, or hurting you, you need to actually tell me. Because every person that I've lost? Is still dead. I don't know what getting them back feels like, so no, I don't know what you're going through, or what the right thing to say or the right way to act looks like.

[familybusiness]

So now it's about you now, is that it?

[He lets out a heavy breath to calm himself.]

Something's always bothering me, Buffy. That's just kind of our lives. But I'm sick of people telling me what to do or to just get over it. It's not about saying the right thing or acting the right way. Sometimes people just want someone to listen without immediately making assumptions or judging them.

[He downs the rest of his beer before he sets it aside.]

Enjoy the party.

[And then he's just gonna...walk away. Good times.]