Savannah Monroe (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} savannah_monroe) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} omega_reality, |
"Then you might know how they react," she said, coyly. She also knew that John could understand, because he and Derek weren't much better. "I'm sure I'll remember more. Like New Year's Eve. There will be others."
She sighed. "I know it's Sean's thing. Hopefully his fingers will be okay for Christmas, even if it's just an hour or so. We'll play it by ear and we'll just make people help whether they like it or not."
Savannah chuckled. "It's amazing what alcohol can do. There was something about water into wine and being a miracle. I guess we have our own version of miracles based on alcohol." She snorted as he went on. "You talk and I hear blah, blah, blah. I'll give you the laptop, you won't be made to watch Bring It On again, you and Brian will get dinner. I have a few fish recipes I want to try.... or I know, if we can catch some of those lobsters, we can have risotte and lobsters. I like that. So the short answer is you get a laptop and dinner and I start organizing this party for Saturday. I now have work to do." She kissed John's cheek. "I'll see you later. Come on, Nicki, time to organize a party."