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party post } { which one can say of any attractive woman with half a brain.

In the height of summer, Daneca is in charge of planning the annual movie in the park. The set up is simple, all she has to do is find the supplies and figure out what movie to show. Which is why in late August, the sun starts to set. (It doesn't really "set", but Daneca calls in a favor with a certain god of the sun to dim the bright summer light to something better.

Something with ambiance.)

Stalls of food and merchants renting and selling blankets ring the park by the lake, lit by fairy lights and Chinese lanterns, and the screen is nestled beneath a pair of looming oak trees that offer a bit more shade for the movie. It's a double feature this year -- The World is Not Enough and Casino Royale. Someone couldn't decide between Pierce Brosnan's James Bond and Daniel Craig's James Bond and someone -- cough, Elena -- offered the brilliant compromise of "why not both?"

Both. Both is good.

So tuck in. Enjoy yourselves! Enjoy shirtless Daniel Craig, you know you want to.

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Perpetual control freak, Daneca spends the better part of the morning/afternoon making sure everything is okay and yelling at Apollo over the bracelets like it's a walkie talkie until the sun dims to a degree she deems acceptable. The God of the Sun doesn't get to make the final decision on this one.

She flutters around overseeing merchants and snapping at one trying to fleece a pair of youths who misplaced their blanket from home, brushing her hand across his arm until he calms and everyone is happy and the kids get their blanket back. She does the same with a couple of burly teenagers trying to bully a little boy and they back off from the slim young woman like she's the scariest thing on the planet even though her voice doesn't lift and she barely says a word, calming the sweet child and sending him on his way once the bullies flee.

Eventually, she'll setting in to watch one of the movies, but she can be caught before then and even during the film. She is here to make sure everything goes smoothly, after all.

Noah Evans is here with his fiance, Sarah Monroe. Their cat, Steggy, is also here, following primly after Noah wherever he goes. He carries a blanket underneath his arm from home, because he's looking for her. They were supposed to meet up here, but he is currently trying to decide what food he wants to eat and what food Sarah would most like out of all the stalls and possibilities.

He frowns. So many choices. He looks at the person nearest to him, trying to size up how valuable their opinion might be in the long run (he doesn't really like most people is the thing). "Any recommendations?"

He brought alcohol from home too. It's tucked within the blanket as he wasn't sure if it'd be available, and he likes to drink, okay? He leans up against the tree, taking a drink from the flask. It's rum inside because he's that much of a pirate sometimes. Steggy climbs up the tree and promptly perches up on his shoulder cause she thinks she is the Queen of the World, and he lets out a faux frustrated noise at her but she meows and butts her head against his face (It's cute).

Once Sarah and him reunite, the two lovebirds will be curling up and cuddling together on their blanket with their food and drink and cat to enjoy the movies. :')

While some people may be snug on blankets in the grass to watch the movie, one Jane Rooney is tucked away on a small boat on the lake, swaying next to the dock. The little sailboat is decked out in some twinkle lights liberated from last year's Christmas festivities and there is a sign on the dock scrawled in her messy handwriting that reads:

1/2 HOUR SAILS: $15
1 HOUR SAILS: $30

The owner of said boat is lounging on the boat's deck sipping soda and eating a plate of cookies all by herself while she watches the movie across the park even though she can't really hear the words, so you're welcome to join her. Well, that is if she's not actually out on the lake with a customer. You're definitely free to be one of her customers.

Noah had been bullied as a kid all through his childhood. This isn't something anyone knows about other than Sarah, but he holds it with him to this day. Bigger kids like to push around the really sickly ones, and he was sick all the time before he became an angel.

"That... was impressive," he comments to Daneca when she gets those teenagers to flee without raising her voice. Noah can't quite keep his jaw from locking in anger despite the fact the situation is over now. He would have been an asshole and raised his voice to those teenagers.

Noah hands a balloon he found from one of the vendors to the kid before he goes. There goes his asshole reputation.

Where ever there is socialization, Ethan Hale is likely to be. He isn't the type who can sit still for the entirety of a movie. Let alone, two movies. He's too restless for it even when the movie happens to be fantastic. It's how he ends up out by the dock, walking the length of it when he sees the note about providing rides across the lake.

A charming smile crosses his face.

"Now that's a brilliant idea. You've got a beautiful sailboat here."

Ethan goes wherever there is the chance to socialize. He is frankly amazed the person running the party has managed to literally get the sun to start to set when it has been blaring overhead for what seems like endless days now. Here he thought he was the best at throwing parties.

Knowing the upcoming party was happening, Ethan decides to get himself a booth. He's a chef after all, and given he doesn't have the patience to sit through a movie, he happily signed up to provide food. He currently has a stall set up, making his very own variation on funnel cakes (both regular and mini sized) with toppings like chocolate & raspberry reduction or powdered sugar and cherries. He can even turn the mini funnel cakes into an ice cream sandwich. Also he's charming the pants off anyone who just comes up to buy a tasty treat.

He's a flirt and a hobag. It's a thing.

Steggy is Noah's actual cat.

Sarah is his human-shaped cat, fussiness and prissiness and all. She isn't the most sociable creature, but she does love watching movies, bonus points if watching these movies means curling up with her husband-to-be. She finds them the perfect spot which is still amongst the crowd but separate enough they'll be having their privacy and she can monopolize most of his time. :')

"You should dress up as James Bond for whenever Halloween comes. It's working for me."

This is the extent of her commentary so far.

Sarah is Noah's favorite (person, thing, everything) in the whole wide worlds. By the time they're settled up on their blanket, it's all he has wanted to do. He wants to get away from the crowds and the people, and he wants to curl up with his soon-to-be wife and monopolize all of her time. His arm winds further around her as he looks over at her with a slow, fond and utterly amused smile on his face.

"James Bond, huh? You're enjoying the whole suit and the action star with the gun thing?" He shifts so he is looking down at her, biting down on his lip like he has some mischievous idea or another. Steggy sleeps at their feet peacefully enjoying the movie or just enjoying sleeping lbr. "How about the accent? Should I try out one of those?"

Because he would if it'd make her happy and if it's working for her, the whole ensemble... ~~:')~~

Sarah tosses popcorn into her mouth, smiling to herself as he looks down at her. She's laying flat on the picnic blanket and continues to watch the screen, despite being perfectly aware his eyes are on her. Just where she likes them, tbh. "It's the whole package. He's a spy. He's sexy. He drives fast cars. He wears tailor made suits. And he always escapes death. But classily. I do have a soft spot for M."

At the mention of an accent, however, Sarah straightens in place, turns until she's laying on her stomach instead.

Now she's looking down at him instead, her expression filled with intrigue. "Seriously? Yeah, hit me with your best shot."

Noah lies sideways with his head on his hand, leaning up against the side of her, as he looks down at her. His eyes are completely on her, and he is less aware of anything happening on the screen at the moment. "That's the whole package? Here I thought you liked sexy pirates in boats who sometimes tends a bar and is the opposite of classy. I thought that was your whole package. I feel very... misled."

There's a smirk on his voice though. It's a fond, intense smirk on his face.

"If I'm going to be playing Bond, ...James Bond at Halloween, I've got to look into the particular phrases spies regularly use." His accent?

It's fucking gorgeous.

Oh my goodness.

Sarah's lips part in stunned fascination. She has never heard Noah try to pull off an accent, not that it looks as though he needs to try at all. It comes seamlessly, and she's half-wondering if it's something he's already used before. Predictably, she's never found him sexier than she does now. Okay, that's not true. But definitely in the top ten list.

If a list ever existed.

She clears her throat, very obviously staring at him. "Um... how ... about 'I always enjoyed learning a new tongue.'"

Noah has had to use accents before for pirate-y cons. It's nothing he even meant to keep. He just never thought about using an accent on her before. Her reaction is completely priceless though. He grins a bit, pleased he kept this up his sleeve to unleash on her when she was least suspecting it.

He bites down on his lip. The tiny smirk tugs across his face because he loves she is staring at him.

Noah smirks at her, intensely enjoying whenever she finds him attractive (especially attractive). He pops a fry into his mouth, chewing it and smiling at her. "I always enjoyed learning a new tongue."

Noah stares at her with a tiny smirk on his face, leaning into kiss the side of her neck. This is not helping (Noah is not trying to help).

"...Sarah?"

Is he still using the British accent? You betta believe!

"Yeah!"

She's still here. And paying attention. Sort of.

Tipping her head to the side to give him more access to her neck, she swallows a little. The things that he does to her, man. "Did that come naturally to you or have you had practice? Because it sounds like you've had practice."

Noah lingers against her neck with his mouth, sucking at her skin with his mouth and his teeth a bit. He smiles against her neck before he pulls back. His gaze meets her own.

"I've had some practice. You never know when an accent could come in handy on a job," he says with a smirk. "If I knew you'd have had that reaction to it, I would have whipped it out in bed a long time ago."

Seriously, a long time ago....

Daniel Craig is intimidating on screen, and Ben can't imagine how intimidating he must be in person.

Ben's not an insecure kind of guy, despite how awkward and fumbly he may seem - and is, lbr. He knows what he is and he knows what he's not, and he can admit that James Bond has it going on in a way he never will. Ben's ridiculously bright and he can figure out any techy gadget you put in front of him, but he's never going to have those abs and he's never going to be that smooth.

Take, for example, his valiant attempt to carry one too many things back to his blanket.

Everything that's on the tray, popcorn included, is swaying from one side to the next, like it may tip over any second now.

A little help?

Oh you want help? I'm sure Silena can help, she's very helpful. In fact, she swoops over to grab the tray before it can kersplat to the ground and looks up at him over the edge of the popcorn, smile obvious even if it's not entirely visible, eyes -- green today -- sparkling wildly with mischief and possibility.

"Hi Benjamin."

You know who is going to call him his full name always? Silena.

"I'm going to need about ten of those," Silena chirps out easily, leaning against the front of the stall and reaching up to adjust the crown of flowers in her hair that a dryad had gifted her with. She doesn't look like she can eat that many herself, but well... that's because Silena chooses to have these curves and muscles and this particular size. She's fit, that's important to her.

But so is dessert. Dessert is so important. Dessert is desperately important.

Hence her assault on Ethan's particular dessert. Look at those ice cream sandwiches though, how can anyone say no?

His palms aren't sweaty. You're sweaty.

"Hello. Selina."

Benjamin uses her full name. Mostly because every does. Should he use a nickname instead? What would be cute instead of ugh-y? He will ponder this at a further date. He takes a step further and focuses on his balance for real now. "I've got this."

Sort of.

"You could've told me anyway!"

It's a half-protest, her voice stretching far too thin the longer he pays attention to her neck. Her eyes flutter closed, leaning into him with a sigh, and then slapping his chest with her hand. Still half-heartedly.

"We're in public, you know."

"Are you sure? I can take something so it'll be less..." Um, what's the word? Her face scrunches up like hmmmm before she settles on: "Tottery."

A beat, she shrugs with a sheepish smile. "I think I meant wobbly and tottering. And it came out tottery."

He could lie and save face.

Or he could be honest and save more face by not faceplanting into the ground. "There's chocolate bars at the top." He didn't get them for himself, in case anyone was wondering. "They're the tottery...est."

If she wants to take them.

"Hello there, beautiful young lady. Ten coming right up, I am absolutely appreciative of your appreciation of my work here," Ethan says with a smile as he leans forward against the counter to look at her. His gaze lingers on the crown of flowers. She's a very beautiful young lady. "That is an absolutely beautiful flower crown."

He starts to move to make the funnel cakes. Each one, he makes fresh, hot, ready to order. It's his own recipe which he has worked on for weeks because he's rather a perfectionist when it comes to cooking. He enjoys making food which makes people happy, which they cannot say no to.

"I could have. I just... didn't realize."

It was a big deal. He kind of forgot about it in the grand scheme of things, but now he is planning on using that British accent frequently. He lingers against her neck, sliding his hand up her side as he feels her reactions to him (how she leans into him with a sigh, and--

He laughs at the slap. "What? I had no idea..." The smirk on his face shows he is being a lil shit. Shh.

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