BtVS: Alternate Lives

Who: Ben & Skylar, OT anyone at the wedding/reception, also open to multiple threads
Where: New Orleans
When: Immediately after the wedding


After the ceremony was over, and they had taken about eight fucking hundred pictures(!), they were finally ready to make their grand entrance into the reception hall. "I better get something to eat," Skylar muttered. She had heard from her mother that the bride rarely got to eat at her own wedding. "This pregnant woman will stomp someone's ass if they drag me away from my plate of food for another picture."

"Shush, baby..." Ben snickered and raised that eyebrow again. "You'll get to eat. Even if we have to have David knock people out to get you to the food." He smirked though... as one of HIS ideas began... it was time to walk in. After Brandie and the groomsmen and bridesmaids walked in.... "#1" by Nelly started to play. Because really... for what a cocky shit Ben was? FITTING. "I think that means us..."

Skylar just rolled her eyes when the song started to play. "Nelly? Really?" she asked. "Alright, let's head out." Hell, she'd gotten a normal song during the wedding. She was happy.

Who: The Bale clan and their SOs
Where: Bronte's Beach House
When: Thursday Afternoon(around 3) - December 24

Like was typical of most men when the holiday came around, Grant was sacked out on the couch in the living room while the women, in this instant Bronte and Bethany, were in the kitchen preparing the Christmas Eve meal. Bethany had been put in charge, or rather had claimed the honor of making mashed potatoes from scratch and batches and batches of cookies to be served as part of the dessert coarse. Bronte already had the traditional Christmas ham in the oven and was busy preparing a broccali casserole for baking. Dinner for the Bale family had been planned for four that afternoon, but the scheduled time had never prevented the invited from showing up early, and Bronte had a feeling that by the time the clock hit the stroke of four the beach house would already have been filled with the Bale family and their significant others.

Who: Bretton and Nevada
Where: Holy Trinity Church
When: Wednesday night

Who: Brett & Nevada
Where: Their home
When: Saturday evening (Nov. 21)

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Who: Ben, open to Skylar and the entire Bale family
Where: Ben's place, directly above Avarice
When: Friday night


To the more old-fashioned, this would be considered a coming-out party. But whatever it was called, Ben had come to the realization that since being broken up with at 17 by Sofia, he'd never taken a relationship as seriously as he took this one with Skylar. And he wanted everyone in his family to know it.  He'd called everyone in his family that he knew was in the general area, and explained why he wanted them there. The Bales, for all their money and prestige, were still a very traditional family in that they'd all put any differences aside in order to welcome someone into the family, if the person bringing them in was serious enough.

Ben wore a three-piece suit, a one-of-a-kind Versace, his smile a little more nervous than his usual snarky grin, as he looked over to Skylar, clutching her hand nervously. He still couldn't help but be amazed at how natural everything with her felt. He hoped that when he had her big surprise gift ready... she'd be willing to accept it. God knew it was costing him enough money... but he knew if she did, it would be good for the baby as well.

"Well.. everyone's pretty much here.. let's go get you more familiar with them all..."

Who: Bretton, Ben, and Nevada
Where: Bretton and Nevada's home
When: Early Wednesday morning

Who: Bretton and Nevada
Where: Their home
When: Monday night

With all of the attacks Wolfram & Hart had staged against the friends and families of their adversaries, Bretton didn't think himself paranoid to keep the birth of he and Nevada's child a secret until this was over. Now... while not over per se, a blood oath had been made, preventing any more of the attacks until after whatever monumental battle they had planned. Bretton had had precious little time to help with that, as much as he wanted to.

To find out that W&H had actually been the ones who hired The Blades, the vampire gang that had murdered he and Ben's parents... he wanted to go after them right now, rip their throats out. But Ben insisted that the time for revenge would come.

For now.. he tried to remain calm, sitting in the living room of he and Nevada's small home, hlding little Beatrice in his arms, he felt less like the animal he was... and more like the normal father he wanted to be.

Who: Mere and Nevada
Where: Avarice
When: Tuesday Night

Mere watched as Ben did his usual thing in Avarice: walk around, shaking hand and giving hugs to all of the pretty girls. As far as jobs went, it certainly had to be one of the best out there. He got to basically flirt and talk for a living. Maybe she should look into doing such a thing for a living. Well, maybe an unliving in her case.

She sat at the bar as Ben made his rounds in the room. He'd be more free to hang out later in the night, but right now was too early for more one on one time with him. Some nights, she went around with him, but that seemed to scare some of the little girls from saying much to him, so she didn't usually do it anymore. Only if he were talking to more men than women did she go around with him.

Who: Chastity (aka Poizon) & Nevada
Where: Avarice
When: Monday Night

Who: Gwen, OT all Slayers, Watchers, friends, and family
What: The Annual Morrison Christmas Party!
Where: Gwen & Skylar's House, Los Angeles
When: Tuesday, Dec. 23rd


Well. What had been turning out to be a decent year took a severe nosedive in quality over the last few weeks. First they found out about some big-ass army of vamps coming to take over the town. Then someone from said gang murdered the wife of Gwen's best friend. Sorta would put a damper on anyone's Holiday spirit, right?

Ah, how the fates underestimate Gwen.

No, this all made Gwen more determined than EVER to put on her annual Christmas party. Now, more than ever, she thought... people need to find things to be happy about, and to celebrate. Also? If she could keep Pat entertained, maybe he wouldn't drink himself into oblivion. Or worse, into Jack-dom.

Gwen put on her special outfit she'd had made just for this party: a severely short miniskirt made to look like a Santa outfit, thigh-high green-and-white stockings, red booties, and a santa hat with "Skylar's Ho Ho Ho" written across the rim. Dressed to kill (or at least to entertain), she pranced downstairs to start the shindig!