how does your light shine? Who: OPEN to all Hellhounds, friends & family. Where: The Dog Park What: Happy Immune Day party for the Sergeant at Arms. When: 6/11/2018
The Dog Park is no stranger to parties. The bonfire is a revel nearly every single night, and the only thing that never sees a drought here is the liquor. The outlaws and their families don't particularly care for propriety, and just about every Hound is prone to his own fair share of hedonism. But while the Dog Park has seen parties gather both formally and informally, it has never seen one quite like this.
The drab, sand-burned surfaces of residents' shelters and tents have been adorned with colorful streamers and garish decorations. The holidays collide tastelessly, the palettes clash blindingly, everything is cluttered and messy and excessive. Teagan had said that the theme was "party vomited on Sarge's house," but it seems that the party has gone on to vomit everywhere in the Dog Park. No corner of the place is safe from at least a smattering of decorations.
The bonfire rages higher than ever, and the liquor flows with abandon. The picnic tables near the fire are heavy with food and drink, including an offering of cockroach-shaped Jello shots provided by Adelaide. Mason jars full of Bishop's moonshine are passed from hand to hand. Music plays-- sometimes from a musician's hand, sometimes from a set of stacked stereos that pump out an eclectic mix of classic rock, gritty blues, thrash metal, hair band power ballads and old-school punk. Occasionally the racket of the party will be drowned out by an even louder sound-- the rumbling boom of a not-so-distant explosion as one of Bishop's explosive traps puts an end to any approaching hordes drawn to the sound of the revelry.
The sky is clear. The stars shine bright. The men are hungry and the women are wild, and there ain't no party like a Hellhound party.