💫 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.

Voice

[ishisstrength]

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

[holdmybeer]

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

[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.

[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]

[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]

You’re the man, Blaine. [ he’s never going to say no to booze. ] Sure. I’m kind of curious about what you’re listening to these days.

[holdmybeer]

Amazing cupcakes, huh, well… then I guess it’s settled! [ he’s grinning, and while that’s not something she can see he’s sure his tone relays his excitement. ] So you’re a baker?

[ishisstrength]

I enjoying rising to all occasions [She teases lightly.] but yes, I do enjoy baking.

[blaiiines]

The amnesia hasn't messed with my taste in music.

[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 ]

[computative]

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

[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?

[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?

[holdmybeer]

Hey now, I'm just making sure.

[holdmybeer]

If you're ever just baking to bake you let me know. I can be your official taste tester.

[holdmybeer]

I mean a regular salad is cool too. [ ok, maybe not cool, but acceptable. he’s sure jefferson could jazz it up. ] My neighbor’s making a stir fry, but that’s about all the non-meat stuff we’ve got at the moment. [ but speaking of meat he should pick up some bacon. ] What’s a scone? [ nevermind. ] But, uh, hey, sure! cookies is fine… better than fine, actually. Who doesn’t love a good cookie?

That makes two of us. I’m no chef, but I can wing it when it comes to grilling.

[ishisstrength]

I will. It's good to have an official taste tester and it sounds like you know your sweets.

[holdmybeer]

Nah. I wouldn’t go asking your dad for a shitload of crayons, [ peter stop cursing. ] but I don’t see anything wrong with it. No one’s getting hurt, right, so it can’t be bad. [ #logic. ] Words like that are... situational.

[blaiiines]

[he shakes his head, smiling. Oh ye of little faith] Hey, you're engaged to that green lady, right? We ran into each other when I woke up at the hospital.

[sidle]

You're really invitin' all of us?

❰ she sounds tentatively hopeful. ❱