💫 001 ; morning of the 8th.

[holdmybeer]

Now that school’s out and we’ve got the summer all to ourselves how’s about kicking it off the right way… with a backyard BBQ. On the 19th I’m hosting a big ass get together and you’re all invited. That’s right, all of you, ‘cause it wouldn’t be a party if there weren’t a shitload of people everywhere. FYI, it’s a potluck, [ surprise? ] so bring a little something to share with the class. Don’t care what it is, to be honest, as long as we have something to eat alongside all the beef, chicken, fish, hotdogs, sausage, and kabobs… because who the hell doesn’t like saying that.

Bring a bathing suit ‘cause I have a pool with a slide and, if you’re feeling adventurous, a trampoline. [ maybe he should consider having everybody sign a waiver on the way in… ]

( ooc; there is going to be a party at the peter household on the 19th, which is also when a plot related shitstorm is going to happen. characters MIGHT die at the party and now we know why. there's a possibility that attendees may get attacked by animals ( or friends ) but if you'd like to avoid that they can certainly bang out early. i’m going to see about getting the log up asap… and by asap i mean this weekend. )

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[blaiiines]

You have enough money to order all that food? [he smiles, giving a nod of approval] I taught you well.

[holdmybeer]

a‘course. I been working my ass off lately and I need to make sure this party is off the wall.

[blaiiines]

Don't worry, I'll have the alcohol covered. Maybe bring a few of my tunes. [one can never have too many awesome mixes]

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[ishisstrength]

Sounds like fun. I would be happy to be there. Let me know if you need me to bring you something specific.

[holdmybeer]

oh, It’s going to be a blast. [ especially when he breaks out the liquor. ] I can’t think of anything, so bring whatever you like… a favorite dish or a dessert, since you can never really have too much dessert.

[ishisstrength]

[He'll be able to hear the amusement in her voice.]

That's true. I am decent at making desserts. I have a recipe for amazing cup cakes.

[royalpassport]

[ Pause pause pauuuuuse as he listens to this message, then: ]

That's a lot of meat.

[ Said with some distaste in his voice. LOOK, JEFFERSON LIKES MEAT, BUT... when he hears all the varieties listed out in succession, it sounds like a meat avalanche. ]

What should I bring to go with all of... that? [ He's never been to a potluck before, okay, and his false memories and his curse memories are both failing him on this. ]

[holdmybeer]

I need to make sure I’ve got a little something for everybody, ‘cause who knows what people are into these days. [ but, yeah, it might sound like a bit much. ] Potato salad? [ the inflection of his own voice should tell jefferson that he’s not sure either. ] What are you good at making?

[royalpassport]

Ah... [ What is he good at making? He can cook, certainly, but it's pretty much been limited to the basics. ] Salads-- but not potato salads-- finger sandwiches, scones... bread... [ AN AWKWARD PAUSE. ] Cookies? [ That's potentially party food! ]

I don't have any specialties, but I can follow a recipe.

[spideys]

This is gonna be awesome.

[ Whose dad is the best dad? THATS RIGHT ITS PETER'S DAD ]

[holdmybeer]

Hell yeah it is. [ guess who has two thumbs and is gunning for dad of the year… ] If your mom asks you wanted a trampoline… [ he clears his throat. ] But you deserve a little something for doing so damn well, got anything in mind for an end of the year congratulatory gift?

[spideys]

Gotcha. Trampoline's on me. I'm okay with this.

[ Mostly because Peter definitely plans on getting some good use out of that thing. ]

Oh, man. Really? I'll - uh. I'll have to give it some thought.

[ THANKS DAD!!!

But also he is trying so hard not to just blurt out a new chemistry set!! because really, he's on a public network post and the whole town doesn't need to be subject to his nerdgasm. ]

[computative]

Frank says that ass is a bad word. So is the s-word.

[holdmybeer]

He’s right… but let me clarify a little something. Shit is a bad word, but shitload is just a unit of measurement.

[computative]

So it's not a bad word?

[sidle]

You're really invitin' all of us?

❰ she sounds tentatively hopeful. ❱

[holdmybeer]

Hell yeah I am. I don't want to leave anybody out of the party of the century.

[sidle]

❰ but the novelty of getting an invite quickly wears off in favor of the realization that he just said 'a shitload of people everywhere', oh god. ❱

I-, I'm not very good at parties. ❰ she admits. it sounds like she may have talked herself out of it. ❱ But golly, I appreciate the invitation. It's awful nice of you.

[avicula]

Thanks for the invitation, stranger.

[ but also: ]

What if I bring something to drink instead?

[holdmybeer]

Don't mention it, and here's to hoping we won't be strangers for much longer.

Drinks are a-OK. Got something in mind?

[avicula]

We won't if there's food, drink and music involved, I'll bet.

Beer or wine, you choose. I'll drink either, so I'll bring either.

[00nothing]

What time do you think the party will really get busy?

[real talk, alex has no intention of going to the party but he needs this information for... reasons. very important reasons.]

[holdmybeer]

I'm thinking all day. [ he's going to start as soon as eleven hits. ] So you can pop over anytime. [ what are you planning alex? ]

[sirnyxalot]

Does that mean Linda is invited too? Because I'm not sure her poor heart can take an actual party.

[His amusement sounds a bit forced, but he's trying.]

[holdmybeer]

[ he opens his mouth to respond, but then closes it, because he clearly hadn't thought this through. he just inadvertently invited linda to his house and he was going to have to pray to every god ever that she didn't show up. ]

Is it too late to retract my invitation?