39th Slay [Voice || Action]

[whattingawhat]

Filtered from Dawn

So the 14th was my little sister's birthday. We were kind of...zombified that day and then we were Depped and then...you get the point. So, I'm throwing her a birthday party today at my place. If you've talked to Dawn, met Dawn or even if you just want to come to a party, you're welcome.

Here's the deal, it's a funny hat party. So wear a funny hat and bring an ingredient to put in or on ice cream sundaes.

Directions are here. Show up around 6:00.

/filter

[Action--fast forwarded to Dawn's birthday party. Threadjack, mill around, have fun]

[Buffy's been busy while Dawn was at work. She hung streamers, banners and gathered balloons. There's glitter confetti scattered all over the floor that's going to take years to get up. Most of the training equipment has been shoved off in a corner to make room for a mini dance floor. The bar at the kitchen is covered in various components for ice cream sundaes. The music is up loud enough to be heard but not so loud it has to be screamed over. Buffy is running around in a sundress, wearing one of those cheesy gag, knife through the head hats.]

Comments

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[the-dawnster.livejournal.com]

Oh but I love chocolates so you're right on the money, only without the money part. You're right on the sugar coma-y goodness cause it's possible I could eat this whole box in one sitting. So thanks!

[And for a moment she's all smiles until that next question is posed. Have a littlest Summers glare, John.] I'm nineteen. [And then that glare turns to worry.] I really look sixteen?

[ a c t i o n ]

[pyromatique.livejournal.com]

[ Be smart. Tell her what she wants to hear. ] No. [ And he's an excellent liar. ] Course not. I was just messing with you. [ Now change the subject. ]

Where's your guy?