Let's get it started in here~ WHO: Olli and ?? WHEN:Around 11 AM, Monday July 4th WHERE: Main Street WHAT: Olli's heading over to Jamison's place for his BBQ RATING: PG-13 at best because Olli has a mouth like a sailor.
Olli wasn't usually the sort to be get all patriotic, but it was the 4th of July and that meant a day off from work for almost everyone (short hours for her), as well as tons and tons of barbeque. Her freezer had been stocked for a few days with what seemed like a whole damn cow in preparation for this glorious day. She wasn't having a barbeque at her place though. Her tiny studio apartment left no room for guests, nor did it have any kind of yard to have a grill. That was a shame considering Olli loved barbequeing. It was a lucky thing for that Jamison liked to grill, had a grill, and even consented to hosting a barbeque.
Olli, despite her lack of space, loved to host parties. She she volunteered to show up early, meat in tow, to help set up. She was dressed in her best approximation of red, white, and blue: denim jeans, a red t-shirt with a red cat on it, black platform slip-ons with stars cut out of the hells, and her usual array of accessories. Hoisting her bag full of...well, meat, Olli tromped down the street, already feeling the heat of the sun on her. Too bad the cloud cover had gone; it was hot as hell and she'd forgotten her sunglasses.
She paused for a moment, only to set down her bags to shift the weight and started up again, when she saw a familiar face.