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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[head-psychic.livejournal.com]

Shawn's eyebrows shoot up and for the first time tonight it's his eyes that do the talking.

[r-vecchio.livejournal.com]

"What?" Ray squints and lifts his shoulders. "Look, I came here to apologise properly, okay? None of this cowardly crap over the internet. I look like a lion to you?" It's only after Ray's said that that he realises Gee has been watching waaaaay too much Wizard of Oz lately. Yeah, blame the little boy that Ray just had to watch it with him. It's all his fault.

[head-psychic.livejournal.com]

"A lion? Dude, seriously, with all that you could have brought up you decided to roll with lion? I mean, you're like, the anti-lion." Shawn shakes his head, shifting, trying to hide his uneasiness behind his usual amount of fast talk and wisecracking.

[r-vecchio.livejournal.com]

Did Shawn just...compliment him? For not being a lion, for not being a coward? No wonder this guy hurts Ray's brain, he's as confusing as hell. "I don't roar..." He says inanely, dropping his arms by his side and standing awkwardly on the spot.

[head-psychic.livejournal.com]

"And you don't have a mane," he states, pointing at Ray's hair.

[r-vecchio.livejournal.com]

Ray might not roar but he can sure as hell growl. He's certain to show Shawn he can too.

[head-psychic.livejournal.com]

Shawn tilts his head. "Dude, I'm just saying. Let's pick something else. How about a jaguar? They don't have a mane but apart from that they're sorta like a lion."

[r-vecchio.livejournal.com]

Obviously the Wizard of Oz reference had gone straight over Shawn's head. After a moment, Ray realises his pleased about that. "Let's not!" Ray smiles overly cheerfully, and completely faked. "You got any drink that isn't yellow around here?"

[head-psychic.livejournal.com]

Shawn shrugs and decides to be a good host even though he can't understand what's wrong about the punch. "Actually, yeah. We got an improvised bar that has a lot of different things. What do you want?"

[r-vecchio.livejournal.com]

"I suppose scotch is out of the question," Ray muses, turning to look in the direction of the 'improvised bar' to see if he's in luck.

[head-psychic.livejournal.com]

"Don't know, don't think so." Shawn walks over and takes a good look at their supplies. "Oh! You're lucky." He feigns surprise because he knows there actually is scotch around because Lassy drinks it even though he has no idea why.

[r-vecchio.livejournal.com]

"Great," Ray flashes him a smile and follows on over. As he surveys the array of drinks, he slips a hand in a pocket. "Listen, I meant what I said. I'm not here to cause trouble. Just to apologise face to face." He pulls a strained expression "Like a human being, if that's all all possible." And definitely not like a jaguar.

[head-psychic.livejournal.com]

Shawn doesn't answer while he's pouring the drink.

Vecchio sounds sincere about this and Shawn respects that because he knows apologizing is a hell of a bitch. But does Shawn want to listen? He admits, there's a certain satisfaction of being grumpy and pouty and Shawn is very skilled at holding grudges.

On the other hand he had been able to help out Jimmy Nickles after being bullied and beaten up for years. True, the circumstances had been different but still.

"Yeah, alright," he finally gives in, putting the drink on the bar.

[r-vecchio.livejournal.com]

Ray stays silent and watches the rich dark liquid fall into the glass. It's easier than watching Shawn decide his fate.

When he finally receives an answer, he nods absently and picks up the scotch. He holds it up to Shawn in a kind of cheers, thanks, a truce for that particular episode perhaps, and knocks it back in one to seal the deal.

[head-psychic.livejournal.com]

Shawn looks around and settles with yet another glass of pineapple punch. It is so good, he just can't stop drinking it and congratulating himself how awesome it turned out.

"So... why the lion?"

[r-vecchio.livejournal.com]

Ray licks the corner of his mouth to chase the taste of scotch, turning around and leaning on the makeshift bar, looking out at the crowded room.

"Wizard of Oz? Please tell me you've at least heard of it. The lion, y'know, finds his courage in the end. Stops being a coward."

[head-psychic.livejournal.com]

"Oh, of course!" Shawn grins. "So what made you find yours? I mean, have you been tricked into thinking you're suddenly super brave as well?"