Honolulu Heights, Friday
Feb. 24th, 2012 12:52 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
So several people had been promised a housewarming party - and George had managed to convince Mitchell not to invite everyone in the whole neighbourhood, so chances were it might not even end in disaster - which would double as a 'welcome back, Annie!' party.
That meant tea. And biscuits. But mostly loads of tea. (And little finger sandwiches; Annie had insisted, claiming they were 'classy'.)
And leis. Annie had been vocal about those, too.
But: now the place was ready, after a week of running around and shopping and arguing and laughing and then running around some more. Time to celebrate.
[[ for those who were invited, and for anyone who thinks they might have been invited! ]]
That meant tea. And biscuits. But mostly loads of tea. (And little finger sandwiches; Annie had insisted, claiming they were 'classy'.)
And leis. Annie had been vocal about those, too.
But: now the place was ready, after a week of running around and shopping and arguing and laughing and then running around some more. Time to celebrate.
[[ for those who were invited, and for anyone who thinks they might have been invited! ]]
Re: Living Room
Date: 2012-02-24 06:18 pm (UTC)He knew she sometimes hated them, but there was still niggling curiosity.
Re: Living Room
Date: 2012-02-24 06:22 pm (UTC)Re: Living Room
Date: 2012-02-24 06:52 pm (UTC)Re: Living Room
Date: 2012-02-24 07:15 pm (UTC)Re: Living Room
Date: 2012-02-24 07:30 pm (UTC)Because that was a sympathetic and useful response.
"At least you met your ... friend from the hotel." A pause as Jack groped for the name. "Evan?"
Re: Living Room
Date: 2012-02-24 07:39 pm (UTC)Re: Living Room
Date: 2012-02-24 08:40 pm (UTC)Re: Living Room
Date: 2012-02-24 09:08 pm (UTC)She just liked whining.