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Who: Peter Quill

holdmybeer & YOU.
Where: La Casa de Peter, aka 5022 3B.
When: The 19^th.
What: It's party time.
Warnings: Bad life choices.
[OPEN.]

[ peter made sure to get up at the crack of dawn so he could finish preparing for the party. he stocked the fridge in the garage for ease of access, since he didn’t want to add to the traffic that would no doubt be going in and out his home throughout the day. he probably should have maybe put a little more thought into this, but hindsight’s 20/20 so oops. he could, however, avoid starting wayward pines first hell in the cell by moving items of importance into the spare room. he didn’t want to end up on the ass end of an ass kicking, so in between setting up a half dozen tents, chairs, and tables he made sure he had his own ass covered. ]

[ at eleven on the dot he turns on his music, cranking it up as high as it’ll go. it was late enough that he didn’t feel bad for waking the dead. firing up the grill he catches himself eyeballing the trampoline. he hadn’t really had a chance to break it in… but then he had to remember the tree house incident and his enthusiasm tapered. he couldn’t afford to break his arm or his leg or… anything, really. ] …at least not now. [ he murmured under his breath with a snort. later though, he had a date with destiny ~~and the ER~~. ]

[ stupid ideas aside the gate’s open, so arriving party goers can just go around back. beer in hand, peter’s manning the grill and greeting people as they arrive. he’ll be asking their pleasure and poison… all while also trying to instigate balloon and chicken fights, because, c’mon, he can’t be the only one making bad decisions. oh, and pool’s open, so don’t hesitate to make a splash. ]

( ooc; mingle thread! feel free to make your own top levels. i’ll be tagging around with peter. oh, and don’t forget that ½ the day is going to be a-ok and ½ the day is going to be not so a-ok. things are going to go from bad to worse too, since characters can die during the next part of the plot, so i wrote a kind of out. ~~run while you still can~~. but until the shit hits the fan there’s food & drink, a pool w/ a slide, a trampoline, supersoakers, and a box of fireworks. have at it. )

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[ and, if he’s being honest, he’s glad he didn’t take the bait, because gamora would be on both of their asses. most. peter, but blake could easily become a casualty. ]

[ he nods his head like he knows what blake’s banging on about. jeez. what the hell are all of these things for! ] Is that last one a permit for fun? [ he lifts a brow, knowing better than to push his luck, but he just can’t help it. ] ‘cause I definitely got that one. Not so sure about the others though… but I do have 621311-ME. Is that one good for any… [ when the notepad hits the ground he stares down blake. ]

Permit 85-471B, huh? [ he’s calling your bluff. ]

[ Hey, listen, the guy doesn't necessarily have to have to be reading something when he consults his little notebook, but... Peter is entirely correct in calling John's bluff.

A heavy work boot descends slowly atop the notebook and obscures the majority of the thing while Blake straightens his spine above it. He's not going to dignify that taunt with any kind of answer. ]

You makin' sure to card the people comin' through the door?

[ Evidence that some days it sure feels like Blake wouldn't know a permit for fun if it bit him on the ass. ]

[ if he hadn't made such a spectacle in an attempt to taunt him, then he probably wouldn't have said anything. maybe. he enjoys busting blake's balls when he gets a chance, since he's usually the one getting grilled for... just about everything under the sun. ]

'course. I know who should and shouldn't be drinking. [ kind of. he hasn't really been paying that much attention to who takes what out of the coolers scattered around the yard. ]

[ he can tell, which is why he extends a personalized invitation to him. ] You on your way to work or can you stay a while? I got a few burgers on the grill and I'm almost certain one of 'em's got your name on it.

[ Blake's dubious about all of this: the drinking, the music, the fireworks... he feels like he's going to be back in some official capacity, along with every other public servant in town. ]

Bribery now, eh? Guess I shouldn't be surprised...

[ He checks his watch, doing his best to hide a smirk. For as much trouble as he gives Quill, the guy's pretty likable, and he's usually fairly harmless in his foolish endeavors. Giving each other a hard time is practically a pastime. ]

Naw, prob'ly shouldn't. Shift's in an hour and there's no better buzzkill than a cop hangin' round the party.

[ to be honest, he's thinking the same thing, but he's hoping it doesn't happen, or that the sheriff just lets him off with ~~another~~ a warning. he knew about the party and seemed into the idea of something bringing everybody together, but considering the nature of peter's parties it could get out of hand in no time at all. ]

Bribery? Really? You think I'd stoop that low. [ he shakes his head. ] I'm hurt. [ no he's not. ] I invited everybody and I'm pretty sure you fall into the everybody category, right? You look like you could use a beer and a few minutes to kick it and relax. [ he enjoys the game they play, because for all the chops he busts blake busts his own in turn. ]

An hour? That's plenty of time. [ he gently elbows him in the ribs as he motions for him to follow him towards the grill. ] And maybe so, but I'll vouch for you. Good people's good people. What's on the outside don't matter.

[ There's a moment when John thinks he ought not reconsider, but Peter is ultimately right that an hour is more than enough time, especially since the station's not really that far away, even on foot.

He follows Quill to the grill and stands upwind of the smoke, not wanting to stink up his uniform with too much evidence of fun. ]

No special occasion, then? Seems like you should be celebratin' somethin'. Or did I miss the memo when I missed my invite?

Nah, [ he waves a hand flippantly. ] not real. I mean, we’re kickin’ off the start of summer and celebratin’ the end of school… but I don’t need a reason to party. [ he nudges blake in the ribs. ] ‘sides, I want to get to know all my neighbors. [ he flips a few of the burgers. ] I made a call about it about two weeks ago, so, yep, looks like you missed the memo, [ he shakes his head. ] and quite frankly I’m hurt. [ no he’s not. ] I was lookin’ forward to your RSVP.

Should be, 'cause I make a mean potato salad for these kinda shindigs.

[ No joking there. John's a better cook than he looks and he's had plenty of practice making potato salad for summers worth of Wayward Pines get-togethers. ]

Sorry I missed the opportunity. Guess I gotta pull my head outta my ass a bit more'n I do.

[ He grabs up a hamburger bun, separates it, and holds it in waiting. ]

Can I get cheese on that, too, or is that askin' too much?