the party don't start til...

[chloroformedthejanitor]

Who: Annie and YOU GREAT PARTY GOERS
Where: the beach, near the docks.
When: saturday the 14th, starting at 5pm
Rating: M (or R?) just to be safe~
Summary: Annie's sick of every event being awful, so why not make her own event?? Yeah??? JUST COME PARTY YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO
The Story:



Behold! The world's most thrown together invitation to the most thrown together party that Annie has ever thrown. You probably got one if you live in the mansion. Or spend any time there at all. They were posted on doors, shoved under them, and even, in some special cases, rolled up and put into fruit baskets and left at the entrance to the caves. But anyway.

Come one, come all!

Comments

[bossily]

[Yeah, last thing she wants is to be touched with her own blood. Definitely not romantic. But she's all too pleased to get that kiss, and as far as she's concerned, their brief spat is now over and forgotten.

Of course, he hasn't said the thing back to her, which is a little dismaying, but she figures he will eventually. When it feels right for him.]

Think I'm just about ready to head to our room. Unless you think I should stay here for the night?

[doctorweevil]

[He's got issues. He'll get around to it eventually, really. Owen finishes his bandaging, taping the dressing into place.]

Nah, I can keep you under observation just as easily there as I can here. [He flashes her a quick wink before he moves to pick her up again.] Besides, it'll be easier to clean you up there.

[bossily]

We have to shower together again?

[This is said much like a child that's about to refuse getting a bath before bed. She doesn't want to move, much less have Owen keep looking at her stitches so he's constantly reminded of how reckless she is.]

[doctorweevil]

You know, you're usually much more enthusiastic about the prospect of showering with me.

[...because, really, do you think they haven't had sex in the shower? hint: they have.]

No showering for you, though. I just want to wipe the rest of the blood off you tonight - starting tomorrow, you can take baths.

[bossily]

[They probably do frequently, sssh. She sighs in relief at the fact he's not expecting a lot of movement or anything out of her, and nods in agreement.]

Right then, let's head on up. Also, figure I'll be all kinds of enthusiastic about you, me, and a shower again the day it doesn't hurt to breathe.

[doctorweevil]

Yeah, this is sort of gonna curtail things for awhile. [He grimaces as he starts heading back to their room.] But I'll manage - sure you will, too. [Since she has more things to worry about than whether or not she's having sex.]

[bossily]

[She laughs. Loudly.

Of course they'd be talking about sex at a time like this. The laughter hurts, but she ignores it, and instead turns her head so her face is buried up against his neck. ]

Think we'll both survive. For a day or two, at least.