|Hera (oxeyed) wrote in paxletalelogs,|
@ 2011-07-02 20:15:00
|Entry tags:||artemis, eris, hera, sunna|
Who Are the People in Your Neighborhood
Who: Tanya and OPEN TO ALL RESIDENTS
What: A get together so the residents can be sized up.
When: 7:30 pm till whenever she decides she's done
Tanya regretted thinking this was a good idea. This was going to require more energy than she cared to expend. The only thing that kept her going was constantly reminding herself that it would work in her favor in the long run. She could get most of the boring introductions out of the way in one night, she could observe them with others and hopefully she could gauge them on a scale of usefulness. Of course, this would all be a bust if no one showed.
A call from her mother to wish her happy birthday had made deciding the menu easy. She followed tradition and went with barbequed hamburgers and hot dogs, with barbeque sauce on the side, chips and buffalo chicken dip, grilled corn on the cob, sweet potato pie, brownies and strawberry shortcake. It wasn't exactly party food per say, but it was a traditional Fourth of July feast back home. Her mothers voice had poked at a home sickness that lay dormant an ignored most of the time, and she had not been able to resist the call of her mothers recipes.
And as promised, there was the liquor. She had a selection of beers, wines, whiskeys and vodkas. It wasn't much, but it was alcohol. If they wanted something else, they'd have to go out and get it themselves.
Having no sofa, the seating was minimum. She'd raided thrift stores earlier in the week and picked up a selection on mismatched wooden chairs that she accented with equally mismatched pillows for cushions. Was it pretty? Not really. Did she care? Not really. It would all be gone tomorrow, once it served its purpose.
She had been a little more particular with her appearance. She wore a tight black camisole top over a pair of skinny jeans. She had on a pair of tight black boots and kept her hair loose, braiding strands of it in the front and pinning them back to keep it from her face. It wasn't exactly modest, but modesty never made much of an impression in her mind. She glanced at the clock as she touched up her make up. It was about 7:25. She took a deep breath and squared her shoulders. It was showtime.