You just gotta ignite the light, and let it shine

[jerkfacehunter]

Who: Everyone
What: Fourth of July Celebration
Where: The Winchester Homestead || Northwest side of the city
When: Evening of the fourth.
Rating: PG-13, let's keep it at least a little kid-friendly.

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[madcuriosity]

[With the heat as it was, Alice was currently sipping on a glass of juice. Lazarus, her dragon was currently lounging by the pool as well but Alice was more focused on the pool, contemplating if she wanted to go into it.

Shove her? Join her?]

[scientize]

[It's a sweetly familiar sight, the adorable young Alice seemingly absorbed in her creative, tumbling around thoughts, watching the pool with contemplative interest. How could Naomi not approach her at this opportunity? Especially given her new blossoming friendship with Gabriel.

It only made sense to spend a little time with the angel's adopted child.]

Going to make a leap for it? I hear that's the best way to work up your nerve for that first plunge.

[madcuriosity]

[Alice is already in her bathing suit that was appropriate as opposed to some of the other suits she saw. She jumped slightly when she heard Naomi and offered the woman a smile. She didn't really know her to be honest.]

Oh... I'm really not sure....

[scientize]

Not sure? [Kneeling down beside her, but still distant enough that there won't be any STRANGER DANGER, Naomi shared a kind smile with the girl.]

Between you and I? [She tilted her head in towards Alice, lowering her voice in a secret whisper.] I'm not sure if I want to go in either.

[and_idrankit]

[Castiel is lurking on the deck, an open drink in hand as he simply watches. He doesn't look quite as awkward as normal, but that probably has something to do with being in his own territory.]

[scientize]

[Naomi has the absolutely annoying habit of dragging wallflowers out onto the main stage during social functions. They are called social for a reason, you know?

Which is precisely why the beautiful woman shows no hesitation or shame in stepping right up to Castiel, completely unaware of who he currently is, and shooting him one of those famous charming smiles of hers.] Interesting selection of music, huh?

[and_idrankit]

[The angel gives a small, noncomittal shrug.] I'm used to it. [Her charming smile goes right over his head.]

[scientize]

[Oh dear. Well, Naomi's never turned down a challenge before...]

This is my first big holiday celebration in Aliunde so far. Do most of the residents celebrate American holidays or is there a nice balance of different cultures within the city?

[scientize]

[There's a slender dark-haired beauty outside on the deck, leaning casually against the porch railing as she soaks up Aliunde's beautiful weather. Her distracted gaze keeps flicking towards the front entrance of the party, as if she's waiting for a specific someone to appear, though that certainly doesn't keep her from socializing with the other party guests.]

[chose_death]

[A dark shape, tall and resplendent in impeccably clean blacks and grays from head to toe, sidles up beside the beautiful woman at the porch rail. The shape, an older man, is in the midst of stuffing his heavily whiskered face with a hot dog dressed in relish, a sour flavor that he finds particularly appealing against this mystery-sausage-that-didn't-quite-have-a-taste-he-could-place. He stares, rather perturbed, at the glittering pool waters with a twisted grimace that looks rather like he caught a whiff of a dead rat somewhere amongst the half-naked summer revelers.]

Must there be deep water? [he remarks dryly between wolfish bites. He hooks his free arm beneath the crooked elbow of the first, as if he were repressing a chill in the mid-summer heat.] I did not think I would feel compelled to long for the days when most men did not know how to swim.

[scientize]

There you are. [Naomi shoots the impossibly tall and lean man at her side a sly smile, doing all she can to keep in that comment of 'I thought you fell in!' to herself. Yes, that certainly wouldn't go over very well.] I was beginning to wonder what was keeping you.

[One small, distasteful stare at that hotdog in his grip should say it all. Hotdog > Wife? Come on, Javert.]

We can move if you like, but I think the porch is sturdy enough that we won't be falling in any time soon.

[And as casually as always, Naomi slips in,] What do you think of the neighborhood? [Yes, the brilliant scientist may just have had more than one reason for attending this little party.]

[chose_death]

Not unless I make a leap for it, sink like a stone, [Javert mutters in an odd, rueful tone. He ruminates over another tremendous bite of hot dog, pulling it out at arm's length and inspecting the relish and meat carefully as he speaks.]

It is a handsome neighborhood, [he answers at last through the corner of his mouth, a consternated furrow sprouting between his brows.] Lots of trees. White picket fences. Neat gardens and paint jobs. Unsettlingly bourgeois. What the hell do they put into these sausages? I can't taste what animal it is!

[trickster_mk2]

[Gabriel liked a party. Any excuse was a good excuse and frankly, July 4th included some of the best parts of a truly fantastic party- food, fun, friends and family and fireworks. He could give or take the national pride, but he could forgive it in humans. What was wrong with being proud of the good things about your home?

Especially if those things included amazing hamburgers. True, he wasn't mad for them but Dean had cooked them to perfection and with ketchup and pickle and cheese and mustard in there too you just couldn't go wrong.

He was sat on one of the chairs by the pool, keeping an eye on the little ones in it while tropical coloured fish dashed about in the water - his own little touch- munching happily through a burger and, surprisingly enough for him, there wasn't an alcoholic drink in sight, just a can of soda on the floor by the chair. Setting a good example blah blah blah.]

[scientize]

[And who is this sliding up to you, Gabe? Does that mischievous smirk look familiar? No? What about that perfect rack? Yes, that's much more difficult to forget.]

[trickster_mk2]

[Gabriel glanced up, she certainly wasn't an unfamiliar form and definitely not an unwelcome one. He moved over on the sun lounger, giving her room to join him if she wanted. He put the hamburger down on the paper plate.]

Hey, look who it is! My favourite femme fatale! Come on, squeeze in.

You enjoying yourself?

[scientize]

[Considering how close they've become in the last few weeks, there's no hesitation as Naomi curls up beside him. Though she does make a point of staring at his burger before giving him a pointed, incredibly serious look.] So, you are capable of eating something other than sweets without being held at gunpoint.

[But that teasing grin doesn't stay away for long.] It's not the usual crowd I hang out with, but I'm still here, aren't I?

[nestingdevil]

[So perhaps Greed can't pass up a party, even if it was promised to be a little more tame than his usual digs.]

[He's there with a keg thrown over his shoulder. It had been sitting out back at the 'Nest for a bit, never opened. So, what the hell. Bring and share, make new acquaintances. Sounded like a pretty good time. Probably could use a little R and R anyway, what with how busy the bar and his personal life had been. The homunculus huffs, turns his body on the axis of his hips to set his "gift" down. Just regular beer, nothing fancy.]

[jerkfacehunter]

[Dean watches as the guy sets it down and gives an appreciative smile.]

Dude, I haven't been to a kegger in a long time.

[nestingdevil]

[He perks up, bends all the way and lets his spine do the talking. A smile touches his face and he's all laughs.] The hell's a kegger? [But he shrugs it off - sounds like fun, whatever.] Guessin' you're the host, right? Figured I'd give you a means to celebrate, what with winning a war and everything. [He taps his toe against the keg.]

Just plain ol'beer, nothing to write Mom about. Straight from the Devil's Nest.

[jerkfacehunter]

A party with a keg of beer. [Dean's smile is pretty close to matching Greed's.] That'd be me. Dean Winchester. And nothing wrong with celebrating with alcohol.