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WHO:

daft_old_man and EVERYONE!
WHERE: The TARDIS house
WHEN: Forward dated to July 4th
WARNINGS: The Doctor is in charge of the fireworks. Enough said.
SUMMARY: Wherein the Doctor and Jack spend all their money on a big old party! Sorry Ian -_-;
FORMAT: Whatever folks want! It's a free for all!

The Doctor hopped around the house making sure everything was to his satisfaction. There were streamers and balloons filling every nook and cranny and all of it was especially tacky and wonderful! Humans sure knew how to make decoration!!

The small backyard managed to fit two bounce houses (a castle and a water based bounce house), and inflatable pool entirely too small for adults, and the grills. There was the danger of someone bouncing into the pool but the Doctor saw that as more opportunity for fun! Inside there was food on every flat surface and downstairs where once the aquacat pool was now was ready for dancing! Even if no one showed the Doctor was going to have a good time!

Of course the real show started at sundown with the Doctor's own firework show helped along with human gunpowder and Time Lord know-how. Hope someone has the fire department on speed dial!

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Whatever you may be thinking, Dawn, that Peter isn't keeping track of your whereabouts? You're... kind of wrong. Which probably sounds creepier than it needs to, but whatever. It's a fourth of July party and the worst thing that could probably happen is eating an undercooked hot dog.

But Peter's become frighteningly paranoid when it comes to taking care of people, and Dawn was shirked off onto him. He's not going to be ignoring his duties. He's been watching you, kiddo.

Acting as if he's faintly surprised to see her back again, Peter glances back over at Dawn, shrugging placidly. "Should I be? I haven't been to one of these kind of things in awhile, I forgot the cup was a requirement."

"It's a huge requirement. You need a cup to properly mingle at a party like this." She states as if she's the expert on parties. She's not at all but nobody needs to know that. Dawn's holding out one of the cups she grabbed on the way over to him with a grin.

"It's a coke. You need to hold it and sip it on occasion otherwise you just look like one of those guys that was that creepy loner kid in high school, you know? The one that sits in the corner of the lunchroom by himself and makes sculptures with his mashed potatoes. You're not a mashed potato kid," she explained. Dawn's got your back.

Peter takes the accepted cup, peering down at the coke before taking a sip and just listening to Dawn ramble on for a few seconds. Admittedly, it was enough to make him practically laugh, but he held himself back. Not that he had any idea how.

"You sure about that?" He lifted an eyebrow, trying to look mysterious or something for about a half a second, before he realized that he was truly anything but. Well, he guessed he might come off as mysterious considering the way he was avidly trying not to tell anyone anything about himself. But not in the way that might make him the mysterious mashed potato sculpter. Or maybe he should just stop thinking so much.

Dawn wasn't sure about that at all now that he questioned it. He was so mysterious to her. So mysterious. But mysterious in the sense that he doesn't give himself away and not in the Angel randomly showing up in the house mysterious.

The cool mysterious. She eyed him suspiciously then grinned and shook her head. "I got you more as one of those cool loner kids that stare out the window in class and you're not sure if they're daydreaming about puppies or planning on going out back for a smoke. Or possibly both. You don't look like a smoker though so I'm going for the puppies."

He'd been about to take a sip of coke, and then he got all caught up in Dawn's highschool reading of him. Which, he had to admit, was pretty much accurate. But that didn't change the fact that he hadn't been reminded of his daydreaming past life in awhile, and it almost made him laugh. Oh, how he missed those days.

"I smoked once or twice. Don't tell your sister, though, or else she'll decide i'm a bad influence." Considering he didn't really smoke cigarettes of the tabacco variety. Glancing away for a moment, he shook his head, wrapping an arm around himself. "I don't think anyone called me cool either, and if they did, it wasn't anywhere I could hear. Maybe I just missed that part- but yeah alright, I was the one that sat in the back of the class staring out the window."

Dawn raised one hand and put the other one over her heart. Scouts honor. "Oh, I won't tell. Twice doesn't validate telling." She promised before sipping her own drink.

"The daydreamy kids at my school usually don't get told they're cool up close because people get way too nervous to talk to them since they're usually all really cute." She paused. "Not that I'm calling you cute." A flaily pause where she's almost choking on her drink. "NOT that you're not! I mean-- go you in the looks category. ---But I'm not hitting on you. Not that that thought would cross your mind and... Ah!" She ducked her head and rather quickly decided to wander off again for a moment.

Peter wasn't entirely sure what just occurred, and he's left standing there, eyebrows lifted in something between skepticism and amusement. He's fairly certain he'd be fine if he had no other form of entertainment the rest of the night after that, and he takes another long drink, shifting so he can watch to see where Dawn ends up wandering off to.

She's just wandering off to the dessert table and stuffing her face with a cookie and trying to pretend the entire thing didn't happen just now then mingling a bit.

She'll be back in twenty.

It's not like Peter's going to be going anywhere. He's still attempting to keep from talking to anyone else, doing his best to disappear back from the edge of the crowd without even being invisible. It's a talent.

She's back and making a face and pointing around the crowd. "Is Buffy drunk?"

Following Dawn's gesturing, Peter just about cracks up when he lays eyes on Buffy. "Yeah, I think she's had one too many beers."

"This is so funny and weird and embarrassing." Dawn's just staring. What is going on here?

"Guess this means i'm gonna be your designed driver to get you back home." Peter offers Dawn an apologetic look. Siblings, such fun.

"Guess so." She stated looking over to Peter and shrugging. At least Buffy was having a good time. Buffy doesn't do good times a lot.

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