Hot Potato (party log)

[desperate_times_right]

Who: Chloe Frazer & any and all party people!!
What: Harvest Celebrations/Halloween Party/Ruby’s Birthday/Rat Marriage/Big Communal Cooking Party so Chloe doesn't burn down her house
When: October 12
Where: At Chloe’s house on Greene Street

Content Warnings: Food descriptions, probably.
Other Notes: Feel free to make this a mingle and reply to other characters!

Chloe had wondered whether to go through with the harvest party once Lalo had disappeared, but as they say, the show must go on. There's still a lot worth celebrating, and people need something hopeful after the mess last month. Luckily her house had made it through everything all right.

The poster had said to wear a costume, so she's hoping to see a lot of those, and she’d recruited some people to help her put together the menu exactly to Lalo’s specifications, so unfortunately no one is safe from British Potatoes. There are even candles for the birthday cake.

Chloe herself is dressed as a sexy lumberjack, with one of Lalo’s old flannels tied in a knot under her breasts and denim cutoffs made from the jeans Kostya had gotten blood on (shh). She's got a fire roaring, because otherwise she’d freeze.

Comments

[desperate_times_right]

Lalo thought some ethnic food might make the sailors more comfortable.

Good to see you, kid.

[burying]

... Ethnic food. [ He murmurs it back to himself, almost in disbelief. Chloe, they're a bunch of English white blokes... ]

Well, he's got the spirit— [ If nothing else. Kieren smiles, shrugging. But it does turn a bit more genuine. ]

Yeah, thanks. Figured why not. Halloween party. Hosted by the bad-ass scary lady who likes me. It's a safe bet.

[desperate_times_right]

[Listen, Chloe’s Indian and Lalo’s from Mexico, a bunch of English white blokes are foreign to them!]

It is, and I like that description.

[burying]

Don't let it go to your head. It's less cool, that way.

[ You've got to keep that street cred, Chloe. ]

Not sure who's going to think it's a costume and who thinks it's real, though. I reckon not putting contacts in kind of given it away.

[desperate_times_right]

[Chloe figures the jig is probably up for most people after he had publicly admitted to eating a woman but she doesn't want to bring that up tonight.]

It's genius, honestly. Looking like you put in so much effort in a roll out of bed costume.

feel free to drop this if it's been too long!

[burying]

Well, I had to... y'know... zhuzh it up a bit. [ The black nail polish, his dirtied clothes and ruffled hair. ] Didn't want the others feeling bad for them putting in actual effort.

I mean, you look great, by the way.

[ He... he doesn't exactly know what Chloe's supposed to be. ]

[desperate_times_right]

Yeah, that's fair. Love the nails.

[She hadn't been sure that part was a costume thing.]

And thanks, I try. Though this was all stuff I had already.

[burying]

Thanks. Was going for the 'dead nails and crawled out the earth' look.

[ He laughs, wiggling his fingers for emphasis. ]

... Wait, did you find the jeans just like that?

[ Because it is way too cold for denim cut-offs. ]

[desperate_times_right]

[Chloe chuckles, proud of him for being able to be a bit silly about it.]

Nah. The rest was unsalvageable, though.

[burying]

[ He has his moments. They're rare, but he has them. ]

... Do I wanna know what happened to them?

[desperate_times_right]

They got dirty.

[burying]

[ There's a tiny frown, and a smile of bemusement. ]

You know you could have just washed them, right?

[desperate_times_right]

Sometimes that's just not worth it. Even out here.

[burying]

What was it you got on them? Can't have been that bad.

[ ... On second thought, it probably is. ]

[desperate_times_right]

[Chloe makes a face.]

Let's just say it was a body fluid that I found to be a bit questionable.