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Alex Wolfe ℘ [Gimli Son of Gloin] (silkybeard) wrote in thereincarnates,
@ 2010-07-15 19:31:00

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» previous character: alex wolfe, » previous character: allison case, » previous character: claire washington, » previous character: clementine bennett, » previous character: evelynn dossick, » previous character: harvey bennett, » previous character: holly strange 1, » previous character: lorne cameron, » previous character: presley cash, » previous character: riley jones, » previous character: vanessa bryant, » previous character: vincent van horne

Who: Alex Wolfe, Clementine Bennett, Harvey Bennett, Allison Case, Claire Washington, Vanessa Bryant, Lorne Cameron, Vince Van Horne, Riley Jones, Evelynn Dossick, Holly Strange and uhhh... fuck, anyone else who wants to join in? The house is crowded and the party was an open invitation. COME GET WASTED WITH THE BENNETTS! Everyone's invited!
What: Harvey's birthday party
Where: The Bennett house in Chula Vista, CA
When: Thursday night, July 15th 2010
Warnings: EVERY KIND OF WARNING THEIR IS. Copious amounts of alcohol and beautiful people? When you drink with the Serenity crew, always expect bar fights and naughty times. It's just a given.
OOC Note: Posting order is whatever. Feel free to start your own sub threads with people or leave them open to anyone who wants in. Have fun?

When it came to a good party, Alex was all business. She'd arrived that afternoon loaded down with various supplies, most notably a case full of make up, a bag full of clothes and a bottle of tequila. For two hours she and Clem had drank and dressed each other up, though Alex was a much more willing participant in the latter than Clem was. After she'd finally gotten Clem into a dress and made her stay in it, she squeezed herself into her favorite red number and the party really began.

As expected, Mr. Bennett was already drunk as a skunk with his daughter and her friend not too far behind him. People started arriving around seven, and half way through the swing of things Alex had taken it upon herself to play fake hostess since Harvey was too drunk too remember to do it and Clem was too busy falling all over herself to pour straight. It was a good ass night.

Currently Alex was draping herself across the kitchen counter as she poured some random a shot of vodka and sent him on his way. "CLEEEEMM! COME TAKE ANOTHER SHOT WITH MEE!"

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withsomeslink
2010-07-16 05:43 am UTC (link)

Going to your ex-husband's birthday party may not have been most women's idea of a fun night out, but most women hadn't been married to Harvey Bennett. He thew the best parties in the 'verse. It was nights like this that she remembered what she'd loved about him. When you wanted to kick-back and let loose, he was the perfect guy. He was charming and fun and still as attractive as ever. It was the rest of the time, the other 90% of life (okay, maybe 75%), when he just didn't get it, and cut a little too loose.

He was a terrible man to be married to. He was a great man to be at a party with. Which was exactly why Allison, drink in hand and more than a little tipsy, made a beeline for him when she spotted him across the room. There was also the possibility of either rescuing or scaring off the blonde bimbo he'd cornered at the moment. It would either be her good deed for the night, or exactly what the bitch deserved. Either way worked for her.

"Well if it isn't the Hero of Canton," she called out, a touch too loudly. Sidling up next to him she smacked him on the ass and smiled at him, then draped her arm over his shoulders. "Happy birthday, old man. You still throw one hell of a party."

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rainstick
2010-07-16 06:43 am UTC (link)

Harvey was having the time of his life. He'd thrown some ragers before, but damn, this one really took the cake. Which was appropriate, since it was his birthday. He had a hard time remembering which birthday exactly, and sadly, that was not the fault of the booze. Even though his birthday was his favorite holiday of all time, he never kept track of the numbers. Why bother? As long as he was in the five-year, give-or take margin, there wasn't much of a point. It's not like his age showed or anything, mentally or physically. He still had the maturity of a five-year-old and the dick of a college student. Like 365 more days of living the high life could possibly change that.

He was hammered long before the party started, partially to negate the weird factor that was Alex and Clem. He knew they were friends before he'd taken Alex for a ride, but he didn't know they dressed each other. Was that normal for girls? Or was it just fag hags. Or wait. Lesbians didn't dress their hags, did they? That was just the man gays. Fuck if he knew, he could never tell when Clem was involved. But that was okay with him. He loved that his daughter was a lesbian. He liked girls, and Clem liked girls, too. Somehow that seemed like perfectly logical outcome to him. Besides, Harvey had always been one of those fathers who couldn't trust any man with his daughter, much less any boys. Girls he could trust. He knew exactly what they were capable of, and he knew they could make his baby girl happy. Girls were trustworthy. Girls were good. He liked girls.

Especially blondes. And this delightful woman he was currently regaling with stories of statues and accidental Robin Hoodisms was very blonde. And buxom. Mm. Shiny. So shiny he'd forgotten her name the instant he'd gotten a good luck at her magnificent assets. Peyton, or Preston maybe – some boys' P name that didn't fit her at all. She deserved something more... more voluptuous. And tight. Like a catsuit.

Unfortunately, the ex-wife showed up out of nowhere and manhandled him before he could have a chance to really explore his options with... whatever her name was. P-girl. Ah, Allie. He could always count on her to ruin his fun. Honestly, it was almost as if he'd never divorced the woman. Or was it the other way around. Either one. "Allie, as I live and breathe!" he also shouted, attempting to be jovial when actually, he was almost a little intimidated. Allison Case was a scary woman. He knew that better than most people. But that didn't stop him from reaching around and giving her ass a good squeeze. For old times' sake, of course. "Thank you, thank you. Fortunately, this is the kinda talent that ripens with age. Didn't get me a present, didja, babe?"

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famouspepper
2010-07-16 07:16 am UTC (link)

As always, Riley had been hesitant to come to a party hosted by Harvey Bennett. Harvey's parties were notorious for getting completely out of hand and they worked both her and Pepper's last nerves every single time. But! Since it was Harvey's birthday and he was Vince's very best friend, Riley had put on her best party face and went happily along with Vince to the Bennett home in Chula Vista.

She'd dressed up for the occasion and spent the first half of the night on Vince's arm before wandering off to mingle on her own. She wasn't alone five whole minutes before she saw Harvey and Allison groping each other in the corner of the room. Oh lord, they MUST be hammered, she thought to herself with a wry smile. Truth be told, Riley was a little tipsy herself, but then again who wasn't at this party?

She made her way over to them, drink in hand, demonstrating just how inebriated she was by actually stepping into Harvey's bubble and planting a kiss right on his cheek before gracing Allison with one as well. "Happy birthday, Harvey. Allison, you look ravishing," she purred warmly, stepping back into her own space and barely acknowledging the blond dressed in little more then a napkin that Harvey had obviously just been chatting up. Typical.

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blackereveryday
2010-07-16 07:46 am UTC (link)

Presley really didn't have a fucking clue what she was doing here. On the one hand, yay party and yay free booze and YAY FREE PUBLICITY, oh yeah, she was all about that shit. Promoting and whatnot. Silly boys needed all the help they could get. On the other? Every single one of said boys had disappeared into the chaos and were probably dead (they were seasoned partiers, but boy, did they need a babysitter something fierce), and she was left alone with the party's host. Which wasn't entirely unpleasant, she had to admit. Her outfit had drawn him to her like moths to a flame, and while she didn't normally go for older guys, this dude was seriously hot. And he knew it, too. Which somehow made him hotter. Probably that was just the vodka, though. Her standards were pretty low to begin with, but booze made them a bottomless pit. Booze made everyone attractive to Presley, regardless of age, personality, or gender. Sometimes it was a real problem. Other times, like now? Not so much. Dude was hot.

She was leaning heavily against Mr. Moneybags when, one right after the other, two dark-haired old hags swept in and practically molested the poor guy. She gave them both a goofy look, which she'd intended to be all 'oh HELL no!' but ended up more like 'furreal?' She hadn't officially decided to bang the birthday boy until that first woman grabbed his ass and called him names, and once the second woman planted a wet one on him, well, shit! Didn't they realize he was busy?! Sneaky old bitches.

"Uh." She poked Harvey's chest and resisted the urge to kick him a little. With her shoes, no doubt 'a little' would result in a bloodbath. "The fuck is happening?"

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withsomeslink
2010-07-16 08:22 am UTC (link)

Allison could tell she'd disrupted Harvey and his little friend, which was all according to plan. She smiled, genuinely happy with a side of slightly evil. "A present? I already gave you a daughter, babe. You want more than that?" What did you buy for a guy like Harvey anyway? She would have gotten him some of his favorite whiskey, but it would have disappeared before he even saw it on a night like this, so he was just going to have to cope with her presence being present enough. And the delightful gift of not throttling the little blonde when she looked at her like she was something nasty she'd found on the carpet. Damn floozy.

Fortunately she had Riley as a reinforcement, and to keep her from doing anything she'd regret. Thank god for Riley, always bringing a touch of class to these things. "You look amazing, Riley. As always. Let me guess, you left Vince home with a babysitter?" she teased.

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rainstick
2010-07-16 08:40 am UTC (link)

Well, Harvey was in something of a twist. He was surrounded by women, and not in a good way. Two of them were obviously having no qualms about completely fucking him over with P-girl, and P-girl... well, she had no clue what was going on, and no idea who she was dealing with. He would've warned her if he could, but Allison more or less took care of that with the daughter talk. Whether or not that was a good thing, he had no. Gorram. Idea.

Riley, though. He wasn't sure what to make of her drunken display of affection. Well. Not affection. Something like affection, but entirely more sinister. Which was odd. Usually she was trying to get him to shut up, not deliberately provoke him. But Allison probably had more to do with that than anything. Devil woman.

All told, the facts were these: Harvey was so drunk and bewildered that he couldn't think of a single thing to say. He just nodded, wide-eyed, with an uncomfortably frozen grin plastered on his face. He also pulled Prometheus – nope, that was definitely wrong... Pippin? Prince? Presley! That was it! He pulled Presley closer to him, tugging her by her lovely hips. Even this unexpected onslaught of exes couldn't stop him from pursuing his favorite pastime. Or so he thought.

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famouspepper
2010-07-16 08:57 am UTC (link)

'The fuck is happening?' How uncouth, not at all lady-like. Then again Harvey always did prefer the juveniles. Riley sniffed, noticeably, before turning her full attention to Allison for a moment and gave her an affectionate eye roll. "No, I let him out tonight, though thankfully I managed to convince him to keep Tony's suit at home. You haven't seen him? I left him at the kegs, which now that I think about it was probably a horrendously bad idea. At least he's happy?"

She took the time to take a long sip of her drink and touch Allison's forearm with a knowing look she knew only Allison would understand given the current situation before she focused back on the (very uncomfortable looking) birthday boy. She flashed him a big smile. "Harvey, don't be rude! You haven't even bothered to introduce me to your friend, and I'm going to hazard a guess that you haven't extended the courtesy to Allie either. Known each other long?" She fixed Presley with a steady gaze.

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blackereveryday
2010-07-16 07:34 pm UTC (link)

If this was some kind of competition, Presley's eyebrows seemed be having a contest of their own on her face. They were WTFing all over the place at these two women. Old and snobby. Perfect. But wait. Daughter? Hot guy had a daughter? With her? Huh. Presley made a mental note to find said daughter later. There was no doubt she'd be smokin'.

She stuck out a confrontational hand at the extra snobby name when she asked Harvey to introduce them. Well, fuck that. Presley could introduce herself. "Sirius Cash. I mean. Presley Black. I mean. Shit." Well, on second thought, maybe not. She rolled her eyes at herself and continued, concentrating very, very hard. "Presley Cash. At your service. I can kill you with my shoes." She hadn't meant to say that last part, but now that it was out... Oops? Zoe would be so proud.

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withsomeslink
2010-07-16 09:25 pm UTC (link)

"I'm sure he's having a great time. At least without the suit he probably won't cause any permanent damage to anything. Or anyone." The teasing was lighthearted. To be honest, she was quite fond of Vince, although some of his juvenile antics seemed all too familiar occasionally. Riley must have had the patience of a saint.

She exchanged knowing looks with Riley. Then Allie smiled, like a tiger playing with it's prey. Whether the hapless victim in this analogy was Presley or Harvey was hard to say, but the dangerous amusement was unmistakable. The blond's trouble remembering her own name did make her an attractive target, but the shoe comment made Allison laugh and earned the girl a few points with her. "Oh, I like this one, Harvey," she said all too sweetly. "I think she's a keeper. Just don't let her kick you to the curb when she's done. Those shoes could certainly do some damage."

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coconutandmetal
2010-07-17 12:45 am UTC (link)

If there was one thing his good friend Harvey knew how to do, it was throw a hell of a party. There was no way he was missing whatever birthday extravaganza he put together, if only for the massive amounts of good company and the fact that it gave Riley an excuse to put on one of those little dresses and heels. There were always a few perks when it came to going to these high class parties.

Almost immediately after they'd arrived, Vince had set about showing a couple of twenty-somethings the proper way to use a keg. Riley had, predictably, abandoned him to his fate. A few minutes later, the youngsters were in full party mode, and he wondered where his woman had wandered off to. It was a big house, so she wasn't that easy to find. Once he did, though, he had to laugh. Riley looked pretty content, Allie looked like she was about to go in for the kill, some blond looked confused, and Harvey looked like a man under siege. He should probably go help. Though the real question was which side to take.

Sauntering up to the group, he slid an arm around Riley. "Hey there, honey." He nodded to Allie and Harvey with a wide smile. Oh yeah, these things were always entertaining. "Great party, Bennett. And Allie, you look fantastic. Not interrupting, am I?"

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famouspepper
2010-07-17 02:27 am UTC (link)

Riley had returned the firm handshake though she kept it brief, having to actual fight back a roll of her eyes at the woman's (Presley? How quaint.) drunken yammerings. Really, she just vibrated an aura of intelligence, Harvey still knew how to pick 'em. Riley wasn't sure why she was so judgmental when it came to Harvey and his choice in sexual partners, it's not like you could really use the excuse that he could do better, because Harvey was scum. Lovable scum, at times, but scum nonetheless. And the women he picked weren't much better, so it's not like that excuse really applied to them either. Riley just held nothing but contempt for Harvey and all his various forms of depravity.

She was about to say something in response to Presley's rather hilariously defensive statement when she felt Vince's arm around her waist and her smile grew much more genuine as she immediately turned to him and placed a kiss on the corner of his mouth. If there was one person who could successfully subdue Riley Jones, it was Vince Van Horne. Even if the subduing was really only temporary...

"You? Interrupting? Never. Harvey here was just failing at introducing us to his newest flavor of the night, though luckily it seems she can speak for herself. Not his usual type, I think he's trying on something new."

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rainstick
2010-07-17 02:57 am UTC (link)

Harvey let out an audible sigh of relief when Vince showed up out of nowhere. Now, that was the kind of surprise appearance he didn't mind so much. Vince was a good guy, and he knew better than anybody how downright predatory Riley could be when she was in the mood. Like she was just waiting to pounce and rip him to shreds, and not in the good way. Sadly, the good way happened once and would probably never happen again. Harvey had little to no morals, but even he wouldn't try to snake his best friend's woman out from under him. More than once, that is. That would just be rude.

"Vince! Good to see you, amigo! Glad you're havin' fun!" 'Cause I'm certainly not, he almost added, but stopped himself and diverted his attention back to Presley. She looked a little flummoxed, definitely out of her league, but damn if she didn't have fantastic tits. He totally missed Riley's seething remark because of them. Fantastic tits. "Vince, this is Presley." He looked over at the Iron Man, a clearly salacious grin on his face. "She's in a band." Wink wink.

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