Toga Party

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Atop a long table in one corner of the bar sits a row of punch bowls containing ladles and various cocktails: from margarita to plain screwdriver. These are accompanied by several bowls of ice, some containing various bottles of beer. There are stacks of plastic glasses, paper plates, napkins, and a large pile of ivy wreaths at one end. The drinks are buffet-style at this party, so help yourself.

There are plates scattered over the residual tables in the area, some overflowing with huge bunches of grapes, others containing savory fare such as chicken legs, hunks of bread, olives, cheese or humus dips.

To try and give an impromptu impression of a Roman/Greco theme, the tables have been topped with white tablecloths and chairs and surfaces strewn with ivy. If there had been a way to fashion columns or import colonnades in twenty four hours, Indy would have tried it. But ivy will have to do on short notice. At least its not poisonous.

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[woolonyourface.livejournal.com]

"Nope," Virginia answered. "I like her hair though. I had mine like that for a little bit in high school. Dad thought it was a 'desperate cry for attention,'" she went on, with a fond smirk. "Why don't we go introduce ourselves?"

[slayer_fray]

Bottle of Tequila in hand, Mel turns around and sees the couple approaching and grins at them, toasting them with the bottle before taking a swig.

"All right?"

[notjustananimal.livejournal.com]

He tries to imagine Virginia with blue and pink hair.

It really doesn't quite work, somehow in his head.

"Yes, why not?"

Going over, he smiles. "Absolutely!"

[woolonyourface.livejournal.com]

"Hi!" Virginia held out her hand. "I'm VIrginia Lewis, this is Wolf, and oh my God, I love your hair," she gushed.

[slayer_fray]

"Hi," Mel positively beams, moving the bottle to her left hand to shake Virginia's. "Mel Fray. Thanks. I've been thinking of growing out the cut."

...

Girl tlak coming out of Mel's mouth surprises even her.

[notjustananimal.livejournal.com]

Wolf smiles at Mel, also shaking her hand. "It's really quite nice on you, you know," he comments.

Wolf isn't really quite much of a guy for girl-talk. He likes soft hair, though.

[woolonyourface.livejournal.com]

"So who--or, uh, what are you?" Virginia asked. "I've seen you around a lot while waitressing, and talking to Faith."

[slayer_fray]

Mel quirks an eyebrow at the 'what'. "Vampire Slayer. Thief. Back up Security. Take your pick. You guys both work here, don't you?" Seh doens't return the question.

[notjustananimal.livejournal.com]

Shooting the tiniest of frowns at Virginia, Wolf looks back up at Mel and nods. "Yes, that's right. I help out in the kitchen."

A pause.

"What's a vampire?"

[woolonyourface.livejournal.com]

"They suck blood. They're dead. And if they bite you and suck yours you turn into one, too," Virginia explained, "And they can do this weird thing with their faces that make them look like Klingons."

Yes, Virginia is a Buffy fan.

"...Which are these characters on a tv show with funny faces," she explained, once she realized that would go right over her dear woobie's head.

"And sorry for the 'what' question," she said to Mel, noting her displeasure at it. "But usually it's the best way to get people talking about how they're a ninja cop from the future or something. I love hearing people's stories."

Her face looked eager as she said that. It was true. The best thing about this place was hearing about the amazing things some people did.

[slayer_fray]

The Klingons comment actually goes over the heads of both people in the conversation not currently Virginia, but Mel nods.

"Yeah, that's right. An' I kill em. Stick bits of wood in them, turns them into dust, saves the day, gets me free stuff from the grateful victims.

"I usually stick to the who/where/when/what do you do questions," she conitnues. "But most people consider me from their future, although I'm niehter ninja nor cop. 2293?"

[notjustananimal.livejournal.com]

"Oh." Wolf frowns, and then latches on to the one thing he recognizes. "This guy I met said that Klingons were ugly," he says with a firm nod.

And the whole thing about being a ninja goes right over his head. Again.

He really isn't getting the whole 'vampire' concept, or much of the girls' conversation, so Wolf safely sticks to his drumstick. Mmm, chicken.

[woolonyourface.livejournal.com]

"Okay...um, do you remember TVs, honey?" Virginia asked him. "I tried explaining to you. Plays that show in little boxes? One show...ym, group of plays was on every week and had these people traveling on a ship. And they sometimes ran into ships with people from...other countries that looked different. And the Klingons were one of them. They had dark skin and bones sticking out of their faces."

To Mel, she said. "That must be...well horrible</>," she said. "Having to fight things like that on a regular basis. It's amazing that you're brave enough to. I'd...well, I'd probably chicken out."

She clamped down very hard on her urge to fangirl.

[slayer_fray]

Mel shrugs, sincerely modestly.

"They freaked me out for a while, but I'm used to it. S'not like I can't tkae 'em or anything. Super strength."

[woolonyourface.livejournal.com]

Virginia shook her head. "I don't think I'd ever be able to get used to that." She chuckled a bit to herself. "You'd think I'd be used to crazy things happening to me, but I'm still not. Although I'm certainly glad some of them did," she added, smiling.

She leaned back against Wolf and clasped his hand in hers, squeezing it.