Who: Dick, Logan, Tess and anyone and everyone that want to come. Let's mix peeps!
Where: The Grand Hotel, Neptune California.
When: Technically in three hours PST, but it's six here and I might be off and about at 9 tonight so I'm posting it early.
What: A party of rave proportions, although he didn't advertise it as such.
Warnings/Status: Drug and alcohol abuse, possibly underage drinking, more than likely some swearing.

Dick had it all under control. He'd bought enough chips and dip for the people who were actually going to lay off of the booze and had all the booze that had been in the hotel kitchen in the expert hands of, well, himself. He didn't want to hire bartenders in case they tattled for the short fries that came. No fun having a party with kids getting arrested.

After his third beer before anyone had even arrived he settled in a chair by the door, ready to greet everyone in style. That was just the way he rolled.

Who: Adam Young and Jade
What:Where/When:</b> Jade's club, today.
Warnings: A centuries old courtesian and the son of the devil. I'm gonna say S for smokin', sexy, scandalous, smut...you get the picture. NWS.


He called the day care to say he may be late picking Ivan up, though he could easily warp time to adjust to his needs, if necessary. He knew the boy would be cared for, until he returned to take him home. That done, he headed to meet Jade at what he assumed was her club, and he wasn't disappointed. The throb of the music reached him well before he could actually hear anything, and by the time he reached the door, he found himself humming along, and keeping time to the beat as he walked.

Meeting no resistance at the door, he stepped inside, dark eyes scanning, looking for the lovely woman he had spoken to on the boards.

Who: Crowley and Jack
What: Coffee
Where/When: A coffee shop, tonight
Warnings: Angsting angel, but otherwise, probably none.


Crowley was in no mood for company, and with a little gentle persuasion, he emptied the coffee shop, so that he and Jack would be alone. He sat in a booth, turned to rest his back against the wall, ihs legs sprawled out on the bench, coffee in hand. Truthfully he didn't care about the coffee, but he wanted somewhere to...be.

Dark eyes flickered to the door, waiting for Jack.