Saint Party!
Who: George, any of the saints who want to come Where: The basement of a church When: Saturday night What: Food and catching up with old friends Warnings: Extreme saintly-ness? Notes: Feel free to makes as many threads as you want and go crazy with the comments! If anyone wants George anywhere, just put his name in the subject line of a new thread and he'll be there.
The nice thing about churches was that almost all of them had well-furbished basements. The one they were in was really closer to a very large living room than a basement, with old, slightly-battered couches and chairs scattered throughout the room and folding tables laid out with food. It wasn't the swankiest of places, but it was big enough to hold all of them and it was free, as long as some of them cleaned up afterwards. That wouldn't be too much trouble, since a huge mess was doubtful. When saints partied, they tended to be pretty responsible about it.
George darted in between the tables, resisting the urge to start trying all the food, especially anything Sebastian had made. His own contribution of several bags of chips, soda, and bottled water sat at one end of the table, with all the things the other saints had brought laid out along the length of it. He spent most of his time at the beginning of the party saying hello to everyone, assaulting his brothers with a combination of hugs and tackles, since he'd hate to break tradition.