{ 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

[slightlyoffchilt]

There's no return receipt. [Said Chilton, with his saccharine smile.] Lucky that I saw it, really. My original idea was a pair of silver earrings, and --

[His eyes drifted from her face, letting the insinuation sit.]

Gold suits you better.

[theminotaur]

It really does. [ when she comes back with alchemy... it's going to be ten times funnier now. ] Thanks.

[ UR STILL A DICK. ]

[slightlyoffchilt]

You don't have to put it on now. [He said, with no inclination to mask his passive-aggression.] It isn't as if I have nothing else to entertain myself with.

[theminotaur]

Um, my hands are full. [ with the box and the wrappings, but she holds it out to him like, YOU ON THE oTHER HAND ARE LESS BUSY. ] Go for it.

[slightlyoffchilt]

Really.

[He took it in hand, gingerly, reluctantly. Not wanting to attract the paternal attention of Will Graham, Chilton was furtive in his glancing around.]

I would not want someone to get the wrong idea.

[Muttered Chilton as he walked around Abigail, unclasping the necklace for her, and drew it around her neck.]

[theminotaur]

What idea? That you have genuine affection for me? Don't worry, Doc, we come from the same cannibal hell, everything thinks we stick together for that alone. Your secret is safe with me.

[ her smile is easy, but her tone is obviously dismissive. as much as she harps about it, she doesn't... actually think chilton likes her beyond the familiarity of home.

when the necklace settles against her throat, she lifts a hand to brush her fingers across it. ] Thanks.