The Tinsel and Tommy-Guns Holiday Ball

[thislyingbitch]

"A little to the left." I smiled up at John, glad that he had decided to take on some of the work this time. During the first six years of our marriage, he was content to leave the hosting duties up to me. I never considered a holiday party something John could get into before he told me about his interest in Art History. I guess you could say,

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[assassinbourne]

And why not show up. Not like he can lose too many motor skills and why not get to know these people too. Could be fun. So, Jason, comes giving the door a knock. Because you surely just don't barge in on people. Even if you are invited into their home.

[msattentionspan]

Faith figures this is about as good time as any to start drinkin' after the shit load of introductions she went through, she's come to realize this place is a bit crazier than lockup. The invite sounded a lot more fun than the whole normal holiday affair, and Faith was never the type to trim the tree and sing carols. She heads up to the house giving her eyebrow an arch as she takes in the place.

"Pretty nice," she pauses when she spots a guy waiting at the door, but decides maybe he's just confused. "Forget how to use a doorknob did'ja?" Faith opens the door cause standing outside in the cold isn't really the way to start a party.

Door wide open like she was raised in a barn she pauses and turns to the guy, "So... you comin' in? Or should I let you wait some more?"

[assassinbourne]

"No, didn't forget how to use a doorknob." Jason states shaking his head as he heads inside with the girl he didn't know. Besides, manners and all of that, of course. Not that Jason had too many of those or well, Dieter, probably didn't seem to think so. And as for the cold, that didn't seem to really bother him one bit. Or he didn't notice. One of the two.

[msattentionspan]

At least the guy didn't just stand there. Faith shut the door and made a bee line for the booze. Pouring herself a drink and one for the guy she helped manuever the door for, and headed back to him.

"Here, figure you could use a warm up. Name's Faith." He was kinda cute, not in that Matt Damon way, but there was something about him. Couldn't put her finger on it, but she felt like she could at least talk to him until someone better showed up. "So you know these Smiths?

[justa_messenger]

Eve is more than impressed with their home. Of course that's because she is still living in her condo. Her arm hooked on Lindsey's allows her elbow to nudge him in the ribs a bit when she gets that we should get one feeling. Of course a home is a committment and last time she thought she had that he died... or didn't die? Or something, but either way it was rough for a while. Still she does like their house.

When they get in someone takes their coats and Eve again nudges to imply that they would need people like that. Which proves that Eve wants to be spoiled, or waited on hand and foor. Either that or she is just really excited to be in such a lovely house.

They'll mill about a while waiting to see who else arrives.

[alljohnsweethrt]

John had originally thought that this was going to be bad. He'd done his fair share of parties over the first five six years of marriage, and they'd been hell. This wasn't too different, although since the changes in his and Jane's marriage, he'd been himself more

[justa_messenger]

Eve was impressed by her surroundings, only because it was a house and she had a condo, and there was decor which she had really none of. Which was mostly in part to the fact that she had no childhood knick-knacks, or family heirlooms to be handed. There was no family portraits on the walls or anything. In fact Kara had constantly informed Eve that her house was boring, and Eve agreed but didn't have the time to change it. Not with work at least.

Eve took the gentlemans handshake and Lindsey did the same. Lindsey probably tried to compensate for something by shaking it a bit firmer or something macho. "Eve, Eve Hart and this is my boyfriend Lindsey McDonald. Your house really is amazing." Eve smiled politely trying to make small talk, but was actually more interested in the rumors she had heard about the couple.

"So have you lived here long?" Eve comments as the waiter passes her handing her a flute of champagne for her to sip. Which she does.

[alljohnsweethrt]

"Thanks." John said with a smile to the compliment about the house, and nodded to Lindsey. He continued to be amused by the guy exuding a 'cowboy' personality, he'd seen one other guy with it around the house.

"We've lived here for a few years." It was customary not to make it seem like that big a deal, even though it was, since they'd had to rebuild the entire place from the rubble it'd been reduced to after that little accident in the basement with the explosive. And that was something he still wasn't hearing the end of. At least he'd made sure the curtains were better this time around.

"We had to redo the house after a gas leak problem." They'd been pushing this story despite the rumors for a while now. "Jane and I went out for breakfast one morning, came back and found the house completely in rubble. They're still trying to figure out what set off the gas."

[not_worthless]

So what's this? The island must have had a glitch in it or something because Shannon who was not really in TM but couldn't say not to a party has shown up. Consider yourselves all very lucky to see her. This girl doesn't get out that much.

She is probably side tracked by the fact that there is indoor heating and the event is catered. Actual food is a bonus for this islander. Not that she really eats at least.

She heads straight to the open bar and orders a drink, and of course starts to drink. Plus she is really eyeing that table of food too.

"Oh that is beluga isn't it!" She is thrilled. She is eating and drinking and looks just lovely. Not at all like she has been living on an island for the past two months or so. Oh also not shot in the gut.

[_complex_guy_]

Just then a beer was set on the bar, and an arm alongside Shannon shot out to pick it up, a familiar voice piping up in a warm drawl. "Much obliged."

Sawyer smirked as he leaned against the bar in full veiw of Shannon, looking entirely too comfortable in crisp black jeans and a t-shirt underneath a smart blazer, hair loose and well trimmed...and for once, clean-shaven.

"Hell of a shindig, ain't it, Sticks?" he smirked, taking a swig of his longneck. "I'm thinkin' this rock's finally hit the big time in 'weird'...but the drinks are good, so I think I'll wait 'fore I start panicking."

[not_worthless]

Shannon smirks wondering if they lowered the dress code in this place, but figures at least it isn't someone she loathes. At least it isn't her brother too. Getting drunk with Sawyer might have it's perks to it as well.

"I'm surprised they let you in Sawyer, are you casing the joint? Maybe thinking of making it your next mark? Cause if you are? There's a really nice set of Tiffany flute glasses over there. They'd look really nice on that driftwood bookcase Locke made me."

[_complex_guy_]

Sawyer chuckled, tossing his hair out of his eyes. "Oh! Real cute there, Sticks! Whatcha do for an encore? Can't a guy just enjoy the brighter side of Craphole Island's grand hallucinations?" He paused, gaze raking over her appreciatively. "Gotta say, yer cleanin' up *damn* well."

[gwen_the_freak]

Gwen decides to show up at some holiday party. She's not particularly festive, ever, but free drinks and any excuse to wear red? Yeah, Gwen's there. Besides, she quite enjoys peppermint schnappes. That's Christmas-y, right? It's really only the music she hates. She'll buy into that whole advertising frenzy and all that Santa Clause B.S. in exchange for no Christmas music, ever.

Gwen enters, wearing her traditional red leather pants and a red latexy top. Unfortunately, neither are trimmed with that white fluffy crap to make her look like Slutty Clause.

She grabs a drink and looks around the room, checking for anyone she remotely recognizes.

[myhair_roxors]

Black Orbs make the world go around or something, but Evil!Mirror!Paige was just bored. She had been staking out the Halliwell Manor for close to two months from across the street, and just wanted out of there. So when she found the party? She was pleased. She orbed into the yard on the side of the house and headed around front into the party. Ugh. Boring people.

This was way too upper class for Paige, and already she was resenting coming. Then she spotted someone that at least had some fashion sense.

"So I have the same pants, glad I didn't wear them here."

[gwen_the_freak]

Gwen looks up from her drink and spots some girl wearing tight black clothes. She's glad someone else in this stuffy place has some sort of holiday fashion sense. Gwen sets down her empty glass on a passing tray, carried by a waiter.

"But we have almost the same hair, and we both wore that."

She gestures to her own head of hair, like this girl's, black with red, only Gwen's is much curlier, and no bangs. Gwen tried bangs once. It didn't end well. Gwen sticks out a gloved hand to her,

"Hey. I'm Gwen."

[myhair_roxors]

Oh great. Now we're going to be BFF now aren't we. "Well my hair is better than yours anyway. The red is only at the bottom, not haphazard like yours."

Paige looks at the gloved hand and then back at Gwen before finally taking it and shaking it, "Paige. So are you crashing too? Or did you get an invite to this little deal?"

Considerably later...

[msattentionspan]

Faith enjoyed spending time with Jason, and once she had made sure he had her info and all that they parted ways so he could meet some other guests and Faith could continue to get her drink on even more! Hey who knows what or who might find her here. She wasn't going to leave until they kicked her out.

Even then they might have a bit of trouble.

So Faith mills about the crowd of people and figures someone will recognize her or spot her or something eventually, unlike that tiny mouse of a brunette girl over in the corner with.. is that Lindsey? Ha! No wonder she is all alone, no one's gonna go talk to a girl and her lawyer.

Hopefully they'll come to Faith and she'll dazzle them with her stunning vocab.

Or not.

Re: Considerably later...

[_juniorvarsity_]

Linus stood around for a few minutes after he entered the party, looking to see if anyone of his friends had shown up. Rusty was the one who'd told him to come, suggesting that since he was in town, he might as well enjoy himself.

In all honestly, Linus didn't feel very comfortable at parties. He'd met John and Jane before--and John's resemblance to Rusty was almost as unsettling as his to a man he'd met a few days ago--but he didn't feel as though he knew them well enough to attend their Christmas party. That aside, Linus knew he just didn't do well in social settings. He'd get nervous and say the wrong thing, and before he knew it, there would be trouble.

He thought about turning around and walking out, but saw Rusty at the last minute, talking to Isabel, and wondered who had invited her.

Decided to stay, Linus grabbed a glass of something and tried to get out of the way of the crowd.

Re: Considerably later...

[msattentionspan]

Stay out of the way? Ha! Not if Faith has anything to do with it, after all she's had about two dozen drinks by now and is finally holding onto a nice buzz, which is lovely. She spots who she assumes is Jason, but there is something a bit more Matt Damon-ey about this one, still not Matt Damon. Nope upon closer inspection this is not Jason, but Faith doesn't really mind. No one came to her so she's going to them.

She grabs the glass right out of his hand sassy little minx that she is. Takes a sip and smirks, "So at least you have good taste in drinks, how 'bout you order me one?"

Re: Considerably later...

[_juniorvarsity_]

Linus looked up sharply, a little alarmed by the woman who'd taken his drink. He wasn't sure if that meant he wasn't supposed to have one, or had taken someone else's. He was about to apologize when she made the comment about his taste.

A little confused, and slightly more interested in what it was, Linus shrugged. "Uh, well, I just grabbed the first one I saw." He admitted honestly, making eye contact with whoever she was.

"You keep that one."

In spite of her forward attitude, Linus knew they'd never met. He was sure that if he ever met anyone who looked like that and simply took what she wanted the way the woman standing in front of him had, he'd remember her.

Women like that were hard to forget.