{ 𝕒 } boomerang generation

[theminotaur]

WHO: Residents of Casa Ludgate-Graham & invited guests!
WHERE: Casa Ludgate-Graham
WHEN: Afternoon to evening of Saturday, Aug 8
WHAT: Abigail's 19th (???) Birthday Party!
WARNINGS: Um, Baltimore tbh?

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While technically Abigail is unsure of how old she is -- there are too many missing months between Baltimore and Heropa and more between Heropa and Heropa -- nineteen is close enough and probably makes up for those missing months. Maybe.

But like Jeff said, it's foolproof.

She huffs and puffs about no party, but then Will made that face and she begrudgingly gave in so long as it was just a cook out and there were no streamers or balloons. Which is why the backyard is decked out with fairy lights and Chinese lanterns and a piñata in the shape of a llama, which she is not complaining about, and another in the shape of a bumblebee, which she vaguely protests because bees are good!

Cheeseburgers and hot dogs and chicken and other assorted barbecued meats are on the grill, there are bowls of macaroni salad, potato salad, pasta salad, regular salad, and a truly ridiculous amount of grilled veggies on the table out back. There are coolers full of soda and probably beer, tbh. The other alcohol is inside so the youths won't get it, presumably. At least that's what they're going with. Somewhere in the kitchen is a cake with candles.

Also there are dogs. And raccoons, both adult and funsize. And an impossibly fluffy cat who thinks she's a raccoon by now. But that seems to be the norm at the Ludgate-Graham home.


{ ooc: party post style, y'all. make a top level, tag around, be merry. make shit up on the menu. go cray. }

Comments

[theminotaur]

I'm fine. You know you don't actually look peachy. [ just sayin', bro. ]

[shuckit]

Huh? Why not? [ working the cap off the bottle and sniffing at it, before making a face. yep, smells horrible. excellent, pouring some into a coffee mug. ]

[theminotaur]

'cause you're not even trying to mix that with something so it doesn't taste like bad decisions and self-loathing?

[shuckit]

Is it supposed to taste like something besides bad decisions and self-loathing? [ he frowns, capping the bottle and picking up his mug. they didn't do cocktails in the glade - just straight up moonshine that Frypan mixed up, and that's mainly why thomas drinks this crap like he does. reminds him of the glade. times he almost wishes he could go back to. ] Why not just drink juice if you want something that tastes good?

[theminotaur]

That's why I have wine. Wine is juice for people who hate themselves. [ so flippant, like she's kidding. such a joker. so funny. haha abigail. ]

[shuckit]

Who said you're allowed to hate yourself? Here. [ snagging another coffee mug out, he pours some for her as well. not as much, because he doubts she wants to drink much of it, but holds it out to her. ] Hate me instead.

[theminotaur]

It's my birthday, I can hate whomever I choose. [ but she'll take that mug anyway, tossing it back with surprising ease. her first few months here where in frederick chilton's house -- she spent a lot of time drinking so her nightmares would lessen.

they did not. ]