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 pointed to the open window and at Henry working the grill with a sour expression. "Henry Grumpy MacGrumpster of the Grumpest Spencer. Who happens to be my dad."

He beamed at the wine. "Oh, you shouldn't have! But since you did, thanks!" He put the box on a table and grinned back over his shoulder. "You want a drink? We have really good wine, you know."

[not-a-savage.livejournal.com]

Looking in the direction where Shawn pointed, Jack noted the expression on Henry's face. "My dad wears that face all the time too. I think they should get together and make a bowling team."

At the mention of wine, Jack's face brightened. "A drink would be wonderful! What do you have?"

[head-psychic.livejournal.com]

"Oh, they should. Does he have horrid shirts that give you seizures as well?" Shawn grinned and walked over to the improvised bar. "We got delicious homemade pineapple punch."

[not-a-savage.livejournal.com]

"Nah," Jack shook his head. "He's an even more stiff dresser if that's at all possible. His shirts have so much starch in them that they can stand on their own." He eagerly followed Shawn, feeling a bit thirsty. "I'd love to try some of that punch of yours."

[escape-my-sins.livejournal.com]

Regulus felt slightly out of place, especially considering he wasn't at his best during social gatherings. He cleared his throat and forced himself not to fidget. "Hello. Since Jack seems to have forgotten his manners, I'll introduce myself." He offered a hand in greeting. "Regulus. I am currently renting part of Jack's home, and I decided to tag along with him. I hope that's all right with you..." And suddenly he felt even more nervous than before.

[head-psychic.livejournal.com]

"Sweet! You won't regret it!" Shawn was just about to hurry over to the punch when the other dude started talking. He blinked, studying his body language for the split of a second, suprised what it could possibly be that was making him so nervous.

"Hey, the more the merrier! I'm Shawn, your wonderful host for the night." He grinned and shook the outstreched hand. "Besides, we still lack a Regulus. We already got two Annas cruising the scene but Regulus? Don't think I've ever heard that name before. Do you want some pineapple punch as well? It's worth it!"

[escape-my-sins.livejournal.com]

Trying his best not to fidget and just relax, Regulus smiled back at Shawn as he shook the man's hand. "It's not a very common name..." He raised an eyebrow at the mention of pineapple punch. "Pineapple punch? I'm not sure I've... Sure," he found himself shrugging, "why not? Sounds good."


OOC: XP Hi, thanks for letting Reg play. I've been trying to get him to make friends, but he's almost hermit-like!

[head-psychic.livejournal.com]

"It's delicious," Shawn corrected. "Also, homemade!"

He hurried over to the punch and returned with the glasses, handing them out to his guests.

(ooc: That's what open RPs are for! :D)

[not-a-savage.livejournal.com]

Jack took the glass and lifted it to his lips for a sip. While the liquid was sweeter to taste than his usual liking, Jack drank it anyway. The punch had a kind of placebo effect, Shawn's eager insistence that it was delicious made Jack believe it was so.

"Good stuff!" Jack complimented after swallowing. "I'm guessing when you say "homemade" you mean homemade by yourself? To be honest, I'd be disappointed if this was the work of someone other than Chef Shawn."

[head-psychic.livejournal.com]

"Of course. I would never allow the pineapples to pout because it weren't these hands..." Shawn raises his arms to present his palms. "... that rocked them."

[not-a-savage.livejournal.com]

Jack grinned, lifting up his glass. "And for those about to rock, we salute you."