milliways_bar | (no subject)

Current Mood: crushed

Entry tags:

(no subject)

OOM: Directly after this happens.

Sara is back at the bar. At the moment, she wants nothing more than to find oblivion at the bottom of a bottle.

Instead, she curls up on a couch near the fireplace, wrapped in a blanket. Despite the heat, she feels cold.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

"I really like DVDs. It'll be years before we get one back at the lair. I mean, I could sneak out out to Donnie, but with my luck that'll ruin something in some future timeline and then the world will go pop or something. Death would kick my ass. We can't have that.

About? It's just sort of a housewarming thing, I guess. Only we're trying to be fancy. I've been encouraging the women to dress slinky because I'm shameless. Consider this your warning."

"Yeah, I wouldn't cross Death. She's...Death after all. And don't worry-you're no worse than Greg can be."

"Slinky huh? Would this dress meet the criteria?" She asks teasingly.

ooc: Pretend Sara produced a picture.

"Even with my IN, I'm pretty sure I'd still be screwed...."

The sentence dies when he sees the picture. Looking from the picture to her, and back again, Mike smiles.

"Hells yeah!"

She grins. "As long as I don't have to wear high heels, I'd be glad to attend your party. When will it be happening?"

She is very gratified by his reaction.

"The dress is long enough that you can just tell people you're wearing heels. No one will know. Besides, I'll be the shortest one there, so you can take some comfort in that.

The whole shebang will be Sunday. It's going to be awesome. Social event of the season."

"I'll even leave the pepper spray at home, for once," she says, genuinely looking forward to it.

"Who else will be there? Or will people just randomly pop by?"

"Well me and Indy, of course. I'm assuming Lorelai will be there. That's Indy's lady friend. Raph and Death. They're sort of ... joined at the hip these days. Remus Lupin, The Flash, Mel, Bernard and Tonks, Tom and Door, Andrew and Meg...Um...Indy's got the master list. I'm just in charge of food.

Suggestions?"

"Mmm..nothing too greasy, especially if there is alcohol. No need for people getting sick. Fruit and vegetables as finger food. Are you going to do a buffet or will food be brought to each guest individually?"

"Buffet, totally. Mostly finger foods I'm thinking. That way people can mingle and aren't strapped to tables, that might not fit in the place anyway.

I make killer mushroom puffs. Maybe some sweet and sour duck. Hmmmm."

"Then do a mixture of small sandwiches, light soups, that sort of thing. Oh, and, can you make sure there's some vegetarian cuisine? If it's a hassle, I can bring my own," she offers. "In fact, I'd be happy to contribute a dessert or two."

Mike takes out his notebook from where he'd had it stowed in the back of his utility belt.

"Herbivore....fare. Got it. Don't worry about dessert, you're sweet enough already."

"If I see a single alfalfa pod, you're dead," she informs him.

"Man, everyone here is a shameless flirt. Where are you guys whenever I'm back home?" she sighs theatrically.

His lips move as he writes down...no alfalfa.

"Clearly they're blind where you're from. Blind and dumb. Shame that, though that makes it better for us here."

She smiles wryly. "The only one I dated ended up two-timing his established girlfriend with me. I...was interested in my supervisor...guess I never got over that old schoolgirl crush." She shrugs slightly. "I wasn't worth him risking his career apparently. I've given up as far as that's concerned."

"But as you say, everyone here is certainly appreciative. Maybe I'll get lucky."

"Curse my chelonian form! Curse it!"

He smiles and stands.

"Well Sara, I should get to work on this food thing. I mean, my whole menu is shot now because of that alfalfa prohibition you've placed on me. Don't let the bastards get you down, okay?"

"I'll try not to. Thanks for the hot chocolate, Mike and...well, everything. I appreciate it." She smiles back.

"Bah, you're more than welcome. I mean, what're friends for?"

With one more beaming smile, he turns and heads up towards the guest rooms.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only