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icecoldfrostThe sun had barely begun to set when the house on Apocalypse Avenue lit-up like a small supernova. Each of the zombie lawn gnomes each had their own little candle in a cup, and the walk up to the house was strewn with fairy lights between the trees.
In the backyard, you would find wine, mead, fresh fruit, sparklers, and pretty much anything else required for your midsummer solstice party. There was more food in the kitchen, of course, and rather than the traditional bonfire, the residents had rigged their own burning sun in the center of the backyard.
Merry meet and welcome on the longest day!
[Open! If you think you got an invitation, you did! Townies, students, alumni, teachers...all welcome. Up ridiculously early for maximum SP.]
In the backyard, you would find wine, mead, fresh fruit, sparklers, and pretty much anything else required for your midsummer solstice party. There was more food in the kitchen, of course, and rather than the traditional bonfire, the residents had rigged their own burning sun in the center of the backyard.
Merry meet and welcome on the longest day!
[Open! If you think you got an invitation, you did! Townies, students, alumni, teachers...all welcome. Up ridiculously early for maximum SP.]
Re: The Backyard: Mingling
Date: 2012-06-29 09:54 pm (UTC)...in retrospect, it was almost unfortunate that she had caught herself, because otherwise she could have retorted with the offer to lick him clean.
<<That much of an exhibitionist, Mr. Priest?>> she retorted instead, taking a sip of her drink to give herself a moment to think. <<Our roommate might not appreciate something prettier on the table than his cooking.>>
<<Although if you think you can live up to your hype, I'm sure there's a secluded spot where you could whisper the sweet nothings I'm supposed to forget.>>