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Big Bang Three!

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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He laughs, settles a hand on Jack's shoulder; he's a little more open this late in the party, with fewer people around to keep up the masks for. "I've heard of him from some of the ladies of Broadway I've spent time with. A clever man, yes? His verses would have tripped the tongue of many a bard back home." Just wait till he hears Sondheim's lyrics. "But you can handle them well enough."

"Very clever." And he does kiss Zevran's cheek, pulling him into a bit of a dance as he does so. It's been a very long time since he's been relaxed enough around someone to do this, or at least it seems that way.

"Of course I can, I've got a good tongue." He winks, then, and starts on another verse. "The world has gone mad today, and good's bad today, and black's white today, and day's night today..." He trails off into humming, then, but doesn't stop dancing.

Zevran picks up the dance, and well enough to make up for any missteps Jack might make while tipsy (although he hardly expects there to be many). He's a quick learner. "I did not know you could sing, my friend. You hide many talents." He sounds almost wistful: he's pretty sure he doesn't have a lot of hidden talents, himself. Too much training for one thing and one thing only. But the most he'll show of such woes is that faint note of disharmony in his voice, and it's gone quick as a step.

"I don't generally do it," Jack explains, and pulls Zevran a little closer. "But I'm in a decent mood today, and no one's down here." He never really had much opportunity to sing, either, at least not recently. He nuzzles into Zevran's neck a bit, smiling.

"You changed your clothes. Pity, I liked the wet look."

"It's unlike you, Jack. Such modesty." But Zevran is smiling, and he lets himself be tugged closer without protest. "You did say no one is down here, yes? There need be no clothes at all, if you wish."

He's okay with discretion, but only when it benefits him. Now is not one of those times.

This is the only way anyone could ever describe Han at this moment in time. (http://www.esreality.com/files/placeimages/2010/76895-grandpa-simpson.gif) Really, were people here just the oddest or the oddest people? And it does say a lot, this coming from Han Solo, smuggler. He'd been in the worst bars in the worst parts of cities on the worst planets in the worst systems. He thought that nothing could surprise him.

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....Well. That was new, at least for this party. Jack watches Han leave with much amusement, only pulling away from Zevran to stick his head out the door.

"You're welcome to join us," he calls after Han, trying not to laugh. "Come on, I would've thought a worldly bloke like yourself would have seen two men dancing together before."

Zevran is in the process of reaching for Jack's shirt when Han walks in. He stops in place, a grin tugging at his mouth, then slowly lowers his hands back to Jack's waist where they belong. Okay, clothes stay on for now. "How puzzling, the things that will surprise some men. Ah, well. Dancing it is for now." He lifts a hand again to grab Jack's face and redirect him for a kiss. "This is part of dancing, yes? In some cultures?"

He pauses, slows a bit, struck by a thought. "What is it like, Jack? Where you come from. I doubt very much you are a normal man even there--but I wonder."

"Mmm, yes," Jack replies, and gives him a rather thorough kiss, then settles back into dancing.

"D'you mean the 51st century, or the 1940s? Because there are quite a few differences between the two."

Zevran tilts his head a little, his eyes more thoughtful than usual. "Which one is your home? Before the 'Porter brought me here, I was in Ferelden, but Antiva is my home. I would be lying if I spoke of the cold wastes at the south of Thedas as if I belonged there, though you might say that is where I come from, now."

"I don't know," Jack says quietly. It's a rare moment of honesty, brought on by the alcohol, for the most part. "Boe is where I was raised, but --" He shrugs. "I left, to join the time agency. But the 51st century is ...different. Humans have spread out, by that point, we're not all just on Earth. But it didn't feel like home, after --" He looks away, in the direction of the record player. "I should put more music on," he says after a moment or two. Subject changes? Always good.

Zevran doesn't really know what to make of such a slip of honesty. Oh, he's heard drunken moments of revelation before--but generally not from people he actually cares about (and that's a problem in and of itself, one he doesn't want to think about). He watches Jack, a little puzzled, a little concerned, although he can hardly place that emotion. "Yes, I would rather like to hear more of this music," he agrees finally. "And perhaps someday you can tell me of...not your home, then. But your favorite place to be. Yes?"

"Alright." He pauses a moment, to give Zevran a slightly chaste kiss, and then turns his attention to the record player. He ends up choosing another Cole Porter song, 'Night and Day', and returns to Zevran.

"Cole Porter again," he says, nodding to the record player. "I forget where this song is from, but it's a good one."

And the fact that the kiss is even close to chaste should kind of be a warning sign. But Zevran lets it slide, for now. Even he can give chaste kisses if he really wants to, right? It doesn't mean anything.

"It is indeed," he agrees. "I think I like this fellow. Maybe when this time-traveling business of yours is up and running again, we can go meet him. That would be fun."

And he hasn't even heard "You're the Top" yet. Then he'll really think it would be fun.

"Heh, maybe," Jack says thoughtfully. "But the manipulator's not -- the most exact of time-traveling things. Bit more like a scooter compared to a sports car. The Doctor's got the sports car. But it would be fun, yes."

"We could always lock the door," he adds, nodding at the door itself. "But I guess that would defeat the purpose of this being a party, wouldn't it."

One brow lifts in amusement. "You must know I've little idea what the difference is between a scooter and a sports car. But I think I grasp your point."

He glances at the door, then back at Jack. "The bedroom. Later. When more people have left. This is a more sound idea, and also more fair. I would not deprive others of your music, Jack."

A flash of a grin, and he's moving on. "This is little like the parties I know. But I believe I'm getting used to this place. The sights, the smells. But car exhaust will never replace rot, to me," he confides. "Now that is the way a city should smell."

"Oh, you'd probably like sports cars," Jack reassures him. "If I had enough money I'd show you."

"Depends on the music you mean," he smirks a little. "Usually the parties in the 40s involved lots of this," with a nod at the record player. "Food, too, and lots of handsome soldiers and their girls. Not so much with the barbecue and the swimming pools, it was more blackout curtains and air raid sirens."

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