Anniversary Party - Open RP

[head_psychic]

Shawn has taken care of absolutely everything. There are flowers and drinks and different types of music. There is food and loads of pineapples. All that stuff that either shouldn't break or demands too much space is simply out of the way and it actually looks very different if you know what it looks like originally.

Still, the pin-ball machine is at the same spot and with all the furniture out of the way or rearranged it's a really comfy place. He has borrowed a couch from a neighbour, who, in return, is of course invited and built some kind of lounge.

Additionally, it is a nice day, which is why the place in front of the psych office is open to hang out as well, with some self service BBQ ("Dad, it's really nice you let me borrow the grill. Hey, why... don't you just stay here and make sure nothing burns down? And be nice to the guests!" - "Shawn! I won't... Shawn!!"), more drinks and the easy Californian warmth cheering up mournful spirits. That and the beach directly in front of you.

Playing idly with the ring on his finger Shawn takes one last look around, a satisfied grin on his face. His prior job as an event planner came in quite handy while setting all of this up. Not only has he still got all the contacts, it also made organizing a pretty easy job. It's all about knowing what you have to do. Then it's actually not work anymore.

(ooc: Open for as long people want to play. Bendy time is love!)

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[r-vecchio.livejournal.com]

"Another Anna?" Ray looks impressed. "Gee, what are the odds?" With another sip of his punch - why the hell did he have to take Shawn's drink?! - his smile widens but he's careful not to return her favour and give her a full-blown once over too. He's learned enough to know women don't take too kindly to that. Still, a little peeking wouldn't hurt anyone. "Seems all the pretty ladies are called that."

[hitchhiking]

"Common name," she said thinly. "You must think a lot of women are pretty then."

[r-vecchio.livejournal.com]

"I'm a man of fine taste," he responds with a slight tilt of his head and a subtle smile.

Just not when it comes to who he steals his drinks from, it seems.

[hitchhiking]

"I'm sure," she said, rolling her eyes slightly, as she went to get herself something else to munch on.

[r-vecchio.livejournal.com]

Ray frowns when she walks away. The youth of today...

And just so she knows what she's missing out on, he calls out after her, "This is Armani!" And points at his suit jacket.

[head-psychic.livejournal.com]

Shawn pats Ray's back in sympathy. "Yeah, we feel your pain," he comments.

[hitchhiking]

Anna turned around to face him, chuckling slightly, before motioning to her dust covered jeans and t-shirt -- they were well worn, and no where near fancy. "Do I look like I care about Armani?"

[r-vecchio.livejournal.com]

"Do I look like I care that you don't?" Ray replies, opening his arms out wide and giving her one of his first genuine smiles all evening.

[hitchhiking]

She crossed her arms in front of her chest and raised an eyebrow again. "Then why did you bring it up in the first place?"

[r-vecchio.livejournal.com]

"Because like I said, I'm a man of fine taste." He gestures to his suit and then to her. "In everything," he grins.

When he realises Shawn's hand is still on him, his smile turns upside down and he shrugs off the psychic, before picking off invisible lint from the spot Shawn had touched. Seriously, a guy should tell another guy when he's going to touch him like that in public. People might get ideas.

[hitchhiking]

She wanted to laugh. She really did. "While I appreciate the compliment, I prefer a guy who's less worried about what things look like, and more interested in the substance behind things."

[r-vecchio.livejournal.com]

"Hey, I can do substance," Ray assures her with a confident nod, "I'm a real substancy kind of guy. Some people even call me Ray McSubstance," he waves a hand, "but that was back in high school." Great. Way to make himself sound like a drug dealer.

[hitchhiking]

This time she did laugh. "You make it sound like that was so long ago?"

[r-vecchio.livejournal.com]

Ray ducks his head and throws a tight smile down at the floor. "Well, it definitely wasn't last year," he replies, looking back up. Unlike Anna, who looks like she's young enough to still be a student.

[hitchhiking]

She nodded. "I figured as much. Wasn't last year for me either, but -- it was close enough."

[r-vecchio.livejournal.com]

Ray's not entirely sure whether to take that as an insult or not. So he errs on the side of caution and says nothing in response. Until curiosity gets the better of him. "I'm gonna guess you're an ex of..." Eenie, meenie, min- it's already pretty obvious. "Spencer's."

[hitchhiking]

She hadn't meant that as an insult. She was just pointing out that she wasn't interested in an age difference. However he took it as his business.

"I'm a friend of Shawn's," she said, careful not to put too much emphasis on anything that would make it seem more than it was. "Was swinging through and decided to stick around for the party."

[r-vecchio.livejournal.com]

"Swinging," Ray whistles long and low. "Heh, now there's something that'd spice this party up a little."

[hitchhiking]

"Cute," she said, rolling her eyes again. "I take it you're a friend of the happy couple as well?"

[r-vecchio.livejournal.com]

Another wolfish grin is flashed, teeth and all. It takes a moment for Ray to answer her question. "Not really." He decides honesty is probably the best policy in this case. "I ran over old Burt there," he points across the room at Gus, "and have a pretty intense dislike of Shawn. But I'm sure the feeling is mutual." In all honesty, the only reason he's in there at all is because Shawn and Gus failed to provide security at the door.

[hitchhiking]

"I see," she said with a nod. "So why did you even bother coming?"

[r-vecchio.livejournal.com]

"Because I need to speak to the "psychic"," Ray replies like it's the most obvious thing in the world. He drops his hands to his hips after he's done the air quotes. "And what does he do when I do get to speak with him?" Dramatic pause for full effect. "Calls me a jaguar." Maybe it's not Ray with the "substance" problem here after all...

[hitchhiking]

She laughed slightly. "That sounds like Shawn. What did you need his help with?"

[r-vecchio.livejournal.com]

A frown line appears between Ray's eyes. "Why would I need his help with anything?" He asks, puzzled.

[ooc: I swear he has TWO eyes!!!]

[hitchhiking]

She shrugged slightly. "You said you need to speak with him, and I'm assuming since you didn't like him, it had to be because you needed him for something. Am I wrong?"


OOC: Hee -- it's cool. I do that all the time.