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Tweak says, "Beg!"

Hera (oxeyed) wrote in paxletalelogs,
@ 2011-07-02 20:15:00

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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.
Where: 606
When: 7:30 pm till whenever she decides she's done
Warnings: TBA
Notes: TBA

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.

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eristic
2011-07-10 04:23 pm UTC (link)

The newcomer was something of a surprise, and the fact that she'd simply welcomed herself into the apartment, thus throwing things out of whack, struck Charlie as a good thing. Someone needed to mix this up a little, and clearly this woman, this Toli, was eagerly volunteering for the task.

"You always invite yerself in unannounced? Some people might mark that as rude behavior," she continued, mouth constantly filled with another bite or forkful of something on her plate, her eyes (probably like all others in the room) instantly going to the woman who now strolled the apartment as though she owned it. Of course, Charlie was certainly one to speak on rude behavior - it took one to know one, after all - but she was never someone to miss an opportunity to be hypocritical.

"Grab some'a the corn, it's somewhat edible," was the last remark before a large bite of the corn blocked any understandable words. Despite the rather mean words, Charlie did in fact like the food, which was why she was putting so much of it away so quickly. However, she was no connoisseur of edible foodstuffs, so her words were usually not worth much.

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licensedtohunt
2011-07-10 11:20 pm UTC (link)

Toli wasn't one for shaking hands, so the fact that Tanya hadn't offered was fine by her. She turned to look at the only other woman eating, and shrugged, "I was invited and the door was unlocked. What sorta party do you have to wait to be double invited for?"

Corn was a good suggestion and she grabbed some of that, looking Tanya over. Small. Young. Toli couldn't figure out her game in inviting people in, unless it really was just a passive-aggressive showing. "So whats your story?" she asked the hostess, spinning one of the chairs around to sit on it backwards, using the lip of the back as a makeshift table for her plate.

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solsken
2011-07-12 03:38 am UTC (link)

Lily slumped in her chair as she witnessed the exchange between the brunettes but felt a surge of comfort as Tanya took a position closer to her. She smiled at her hostess and commented quietly, "The pie is really delicious. I would love to have your recipe."

She went quiet after that as the other women continued to talk and concentrated on her food, considering what she would get next that wouldn't completely destroy her digestive system.

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SORRY FOR THE DELAY!

oxeyed
2011-07-14 10:40 pm UTC (link)

Tanya arched an eyebrow at the rather forward Toli. She resisted the urge to respond to Charlie's remark about her food. She was extremely sensitive to remarks about her cooking and she knew damn well the corn was more than just slightly edible. Her hands clenched into fists and she counted in her head, reminding herself that this was not the moment to lose her cool.

"Glad you enjoy it," she remarked dryly. Her teeth clamped down on her tongue to prevent anything more from coming out. She quickly turned her attention to Toli to change the subject.

"My "story"? I don't believe I have much of a story." It wasn't the brunettes business anyway.

She nodded at Lily. She would share a variation of it, but not the exact recipe. That was hers to keep. But Lily didn't have to know that.

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eristic
2011-07-15 01:33 am UTC (link)

[ ooc: don't worry about it :D ]

The rest of her plate devoured, Charlie gulped down the shortcake in three large bites, slightly smearing some of it along the edges of her mouth. Her tongue and fingers made quick work of the leftovers on her face, the soft popping noise of her lips suctioning her fingers a punctuation to her finished meal. At Tanya's remark, a smirk's ghost appeared on her face. Charlie rose to her feet, leaving the dirtied plate and used plastic cutlery on the chair behind her.

"So...we gonna get some music goin' or somethin'? Or are we all supposed tah sit around and chit chat like birds?" She glanced from the newcomer - Toli - to the hostess, spreading her hands wide. "I mean, what's a party without a little music? Maybe we need to pop open some lubrication," she continued, walking away to the far end of the food table and laying claim to one of a dozen of bottles sitting there for the taking. The one that came to hand was a generic whiskey, but Charlie wasn't picky about her liquor or her food. Eschewing a cup, she opened the bottle without asking for an invitation and took a deep drink.

Pulling the lip of the bottle away from her mouth with a slight hiss, she gave a slight whoop and raised it toward the ceiling. "Now there's a party, if I've ever been tah one. You - Toli? What kinda name is Toli, anyway...you gonna join in on the festivities? I don't think these other two are inclined." She pointed the butt of the bottle in Toli's direction, her face expectant for the woman's reply. If anything, Charlie was deeply interested in finding out what level this woman's tolerance was at.

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