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[Open; Backdated] It's My Party...let's not catch my house on fire.
Who: Anyone and Everyone
What: Balfour's having an odd cross between a dinner party and a birthday party at his house, and he's invited everyone.
When: 15 April
Where: His house in Mallow Hallow
[So, after his announcement, Balfour had spent a lot of time and energyafter crying on Reid's shoulder setting up the party. There's a lot to eat: steaks, chicken, different types of vegetables both grilled and heated up in his microwave. There's also at least four types of alcohol not counting however many types of beer had been brought. He's basically expecting everyone to enjoy themselves and have fun.
There are picnic tables all over for people to eat at, as well as chairs, and the inside of the house has been cleared up a bit to make a sort of bounce house for anyone who wants to use his floor as a trampoline.]
What: Balfour's having an odd cross between a dinner party and a birthday party at his house, and he's invited everyone.
When: 15 April
Where: His house in Mallow Hallow
[So, after his announcement, Balfour had spent a lot of time and energy
There are picnic tables all over for people to eat at, as well as chairs, and the inside of the house has been cleared up a bit to make a sort of bounce house for anyone who wants to use his floor as a trampoline.]
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She sets the dish down on one of the tables, and Bahamut jumps down from her shoulder to walk along the table before she shoos him away.]
Don't do that; it's bad manners.
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Also, hope Balfour wasn't doing anything particularly important that required concentration or something, because Reid just might be greeting him with an ass squeeze.]
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Have's soul was tucked away safely in his new house while he figured out what to do with it still, and it didn't seem like anyone here even knew what a dragonsoul was, so he figured it was safe for now.
He'd by passed any other guests for now and had just made himself comfortable for now, snagging a beer along the way. This wasn't some fancy thing where he had to have all of his manners, no one would care. Well, Balfour would, but that was just about the same as no one. Should probably go see what he was up to, make him a little uncomfortable. Couldn't go and let him think that Rook had gone soft, after all.]
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Oh whoops there's an Alex before a Caleb. Except not really whoops because that's cray cray.
Well I should bring something, I guess...
[She sighed, lifting her leg enough to grab her wand, scrunching her face a bit as she thought of a spell before shrugging. She didn't need a spell, so she's got a tub of fried chicken in her hands now. She this is Alex putting her wand back in its place and walking in]
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Hello again, Balfour!
[They are neighbors, after all. She's made sure she knows who her neighbors are.]
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