Party Thread (because I'm so clever with names)

[riverfox-237.livejournal.com]

Who: Eeeeverybody!
What: Party time has finally arrived! Time for everyone to relax a little after all the recent craziness.
Where: Tifa's Bar
When: Friday, Aug. 7
Notes: Open log, thread however. Try not to break the bar.

Everything was ready to go. Seventh Heaven was sparkling clean for the occasion, tables and chairs spaced out nicely across the room. A table against the wall was loaded with a wide variety of food and drinks, both homemade and storebought, and another table held a stack of games in case anyone was in the mood. It was a pretty simple set-up, but everyone who had helped seemed to think that it was just right.

Jenn was nervous, and excited. Finally, she was going to meet all of the people she'd been talking to on the network this past month! She'd been eagerly waiting for this party ever since they'd started set-up (and the chocolate-chip cookies over on the snack table were Jenn Specialty). Now they just needed to arrive. Being the self-designated greeter, Jenn took up a position by the door and waited to point people to the snacks. She made a valiant effort not to look like an overexited geek.

Comments

[not-asoldier.livejournal.com]

"Well, then I guess they'll all be dissapointed" Cloud replied, not looking up from whatever it was he was doing back here.

Like Leon, Cloud really didn't want to go the party, mostly because he knew the Refugees would try to make him the butt of some stupid joke.

But it probablly wouldn't take Tifa long to realize that what he was doing was basically just an excuse to not go to the party that was in his own house. Tifa was the more business savvy of the duo, after all, and if Cloud tried to do it he would probablly mess something up.

[preminumheart.livejournal.com]

She made a small sound that suspiciously sounded like a snort before walking over. "So what are you doing." She asked, trying to peer over his shoulder.

She wouldn't push it for the time being, and if she couldn't do it, there was always Aerith.

[not-asoldier.livejournal.com]

"Taxes" Was all Cloud said.

[preminumheart.livejournal.com]

"...."

There was no warning as Tifa's fist came down on Cloud's head somewhat gently, and she frowned at him. "I'm the one who does the taxes." She said. "Next excuse?"

[not-asoldier.livejournal.com]

Cloud winced a bit as Tifa bopped him on the head. "Who said it was an excuse?" It was totally an excuse. "I just don't see why I should go to the party"

[preminumheart.livejournal.com]

Tifa sighed slightly, tugging gently on one of his spikes. "You just don't want them to do anything weird again, right?"

[not-asoldier.livejournal.com]

"Would you?" Cloud replied, when it suddenly hit him that Tifa just might want something to happen again, at the very least Tifa would probablly enjoy it of something happened. "Don't... don't answer that..."

[preminumheart.livejournal.com]

She said nothing, which said everything for her. He could probably feel the slight grin she wore.

It lasted for a few seconds until "Only if you're comfortable with it."