Fourth of July BBQ
Who: Alana and Friends What: BBQ Where: Alana's House When: The Fourth! Warnings: Alana probably won't filter her language.
As was the growing tradition when Alana had a party, the front door of the house itself was unlocked, with the gate to the backyard open. The grill was prepped and ready to go, chairs and food were set out as a boom box played local radio station. Inside held what normally passed for a bar, with one of the giant frozen margarita buckets at the ready for people to scoop out as they wanted. As far as she knew, there were no minors at the party, so none of the drinks were being watched.
Pirate was, of course, also wandering around and being as sociable as his owner normally was, accepting handout of affection and food. But when he put his paws up on the table, it was Alana herself who called him down. "Hey! I don't let you do that without guests, and I'm doubly not lettin' ya do that with 'em." She glanced around, wondering if Bowser was about yet to help distract the puppy. The crowd, really, was still thin. She'd just have to wait to see who else showed up.