[Michonne begins hauling food, plates, tables and chairs around two-thirty out to the garden. Decorating is an after thought, and at the last minute she gets some of those tiki-torch things from the closet, just using a room downstairs (now that she's moved to the 8th floor) that's vacant to get everything. She takes care of a lot on her own, but a helping hand would never be turned down.]
Party in full swing
[There's music playing, not loud enough to drown out conversations, but enough to have a pleasant background beat going. She manages to eat a little bit of everything, calling for shots with people every now and again. There's so much food, and enough people that she can talk to different people all night with different things in her hands as she does. She has her katana, never leaves home without it, but for right now it's hanging from a tree branch, right where she can see it, but not immediately on her back. Today's for fun, and she just wants that. She's smiling, more than most people have probably seen her do in a while, and she's a little drunk around ten, but it's all good.]
Wrap up
[Michonne's losing steam by 11:15, sitting back, lounging a little with her final beer in her hand. It's a little warm, the bottle getting sipped slowly, and the music is a little quieter now, the din of noise quieting as the crowd thins. When she speaks, it's to no one at all in particular.]
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[Michonne begins hauling food, plates, tables and chairs around two-thirty out to the garden. Decorating is an after thought, and at the last minute she gets some of those tiki-torch things from the closet, just using a room downstairs (now that she's moved to the 8th floor) that's vacant to get everything. She takes care of a lot on her own, but a helping hand would never be turned down.]
Party in full swing
[There's music playing, not loud enough to drown out conversations, but enough to have a pleasant background beat going. She manages to eat a little bit of everything, calling for shots with people every now and again. There's so much food, and enough people that she can talk to different people all night with different things in her hands as she does. She has her katana, never leaves home without it, but for right now it's hanging from a tree branch, right where she can see it, but not immediately on her back. Today's for fun, and she just wants that. She's smiling, more than most people have probably seen her do in a while, and she's a little drunk around ten, but it's all good.]
Wrap up
[Michonne's losing steam by 11:15, sitting back, lounging a little with her final beer in her hand. It's a little warm, the bottle getting sipped slowly, and the music is a little quieter now, the din of noise quieting as the crowd thins. When she speaks, it's to no one at all in particular.]
This was good. This was really good.