We'll take a cup o' kindness yet, for auld lang syne...

[likemichael]

Who: likemichael & Mandalus
What: New Year Party!
Where: Singer Auto Salvage
When: December 31st
Rating: PG and up.
Notes: As with all parties, it's a free for all. Tag whoever you want, make new CR, have fun.

Comments

[malfunctionbot]

[The copper man would be found outside beside the CD player, shuffling through whatever stack of CDs Dean had provided for the party, nodding in approval at a few of them and maybe attempting to hide a few of the ones he deemed less worthy.]

[likemichael]

Hey, Cottontail, I see what you're doing there. [Dean feigns disapproval before giving him a half-smirk and reaching to swap out the CD in the player for a different one.]

[malfunctionbot]

Hey there Deany! J-just tryin' t' keep my human counterpart f-from th' horror o' bad music. [But Rabbit kids. He isn't harming anything. If he really wanted to get rid of the selection of CDs here, he would have just flamethrower'd them.]

[likemichael]

Bite your tongue, this music is awesome. It's the classics.

[likemichael]

[Dean was enjoying the turn out. It was a big party, and thankfully the yard was large enough to handle the sheer number of guests. A drink in his hand at almost all minutes of the party, he mingled with guests, sang along to the music while sitting on the top of a broken out husk of a car, snacked on some of the food, and generally tried to keep his mood up.

Things were kind of going down the crapper recently, but he was determined to enjoy the party he'd thrown, and keep an eye on Sam as always.

And dammit all, he was going to start the Electric Slide later.]

[daddysknife]

[Jo pops up at Dean's side, leaning against the car with a smirk.]

Hey, are you the one I complain about the music to?

[likemichael]

[Dean pauses, giving her a half-smile.]

Nah, Sammy is the complaints department. Good luck convincing him to change my music.

[daddysknife]

Figures you'd give him the undesirable job.

[Teasing, she's teasing.]

It's a good party.

[alwaysfindshim]

[It wasn't the first time Snow had been here, but it was definitely the first time she'd been to a party quite like this one. It was a bit more casual, and rowdy, and she was just enjoying the warmth of the fire, with a cup of some sort of alcohol in one of her hands.

She didn't want to see the New Year in without Charming, but she was pretty certain things were going to be better soon enough.]

[daddysknife]

[Jo approaches with a curious look and more alcohol, just in case.]

Hey there.

[alwaysfindshim]

Oh, Jo. Hi! How have you been?

[daddysknife]

Busy. [Which is kind of an understatement.]

How are you?

[daddysknife]

[Jo's set herself up at the edge of the party, close enough to stay warm and in the light but far enough back, she hopes, that she'll be out of the way of any of the more energetic partiers.

She'll get to that stage later. A couple of beers and some thinking will cheer her right up.]

[risegloriana]

[Between Christmas Eve and this, Elizabeth was sure she wasn't going to have much dignity left. Not between feeling like a harlot and now a man. She could kill Dean for this, or perhaps let her pride down as it was seem to want after all this. Because she refused to back down just as much as she seemed to want to refuse the clothes she'd some how ended up in. Even managed to limit herself to only the pearls that Gabriel had given her for Christmas

[daddysknife]

Are we supposed to present our car keys in offering? 'Cause I gotta be honest, I'm not handing them over.

[Not to anyone.]

[risegloriana]

Hardly, though I am in need of a crown.

[She's determined to have a good time. Regardless of the rest of what is going on, so her smile is over bright.]

[daddysknife]

Dean's probably got some belts somewhere, but I don't think you'd want engine oil in your hair.

[...Elizabeth is a queen, they have standards about that kind of thing.]