singillatim | Hot Potato (party log)

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.

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It had taken a little time, but after Zoey had caught sight of the poster on the message board (Five’s message board, another little reminder of one of the first people she’d started to get to know, here, and another she’d lost), she’d started contemplating costumes. It had been finding a proper hat, a fedora that made her think of those noir flicks she used to watch with her dad (one of the many genres of movies she’d watched with him growing up) that had put the idea in her head.

And thankfully she had sewing supplies enough to pull it off once she’d found all the bits and pieces she needed, bits and pieces that would work with some alterations. It’s not like she hasn’t done this before. So she rolls up to the party dressed like a private eye straight out of a noir film in a black suit that fits her like a glove (now, anyway), with a fedora pulled down low over her eyes at a rakish angle and a cigarette tucked over her ear (with the pack tucked away in a pocket). She’s eschewed the button down beneath her suit jacket for just a waistcoat, though. Make that a slightly sexier private eye costume.

Her gifts are just a couple bottles of alcohol pulled from the basement of the house she’s claimed as her own. She doesn’t know any of them all that well so she’s not able to pull off something more… personal. At least not yet.

Chloe doesn't know this woman well, but you've got to respect the effort that had gone into the costume. Her own is a shirt she all but stole and jeans she cut apart, after all.

“Hey. Zoey, right? Thanks for coming. Love the outfit.”

(This costume is what happens when Zoey needs a distraction. Can’t think, need to sew.)

She turns at the sound of Chloe’s voice, giving her a grin in greeting. “That’d be me. This is one hell of a party you’ve put on and I wouldn’t have missed it.” And a needed one, she thinks, after everything that’s happened. They need to take what moments they can, in between what ever this place decides to throw at them. “Thanks. You’re rocking the sexy lumberjack look, too.” It also explains why the fire is going so hard, too. Which she appreciates, because Chloe isn’t the only one who’d be freezing.

What's a slightly (or majorly) impractical outfit in the face of a costume party, right?

“Thanks. I was trying to think of something Canadian.” And low effort, which is why she hadn't gone with sexy Mountie to try and shock Fraser. “I'm glad so many people decided to show up! It's hard to know sometimes if anyone other than the guests of honour are actually coming.”

Exactly! Sometimes you just have to.

“It’s perfect.” Zoey hadn’t been quite sure what she was going to do, until she found the hat. She would have come even if she hadn’t figured it out, though. “Me too. I think, especially here, moments like this should be grabbed onto with both hands.” Because they never know what this place is going to throw at them next. So the good moments, the moments of calm and revelry, might be few and far between. Better to enjoy them to the fullest, then.

“Exactly so. This place is always trying to get under your skin, make you depressed, and that does not look good on me.”

She’d much rather be having fun with her friends.

“And maybe I'm showing off a little, too. I've never really grown anything like this before.”

Please, Zoey, we don't need sexy costumes at this party. Not in Bigby's opinion, anyway.

If anything, it seems like they don't need costumes whatsoever at the party in his opinion - considering he's wandering the party not wearing any costume at all. He's kind of looking out of place in general, like he has no idea what to do at a party. Bigby may just be here to make sure the entire thing doesn't get too wildly out of hand, especially with his own kid acting like a total fool..

Which means that by the time Zoey may be walking past him or spotting him, Bigby has definitely already gotten around to just drinking some shots. It doesn't even seem like it's really getting him drunk - he's mostly just looking kind of miserable. Too miserable for a party, anyway.

".. Hey, Zoey."

Sorry not sorry, Bigby. And honestly, it’s not that much different than how Zoey dresses usually. (You know, when she’s not trapped in a frozen hellscape.) Aside from the suit jacket. And she usually sports her waistcoats as shirts over jeans.

Well, that’s… worrying. She catches sight of him and he… he looks kind of miserable.

“Hey, Bigby,” she answers, stopping whatever she might have been doing in that moment and slipping closer to him, head tilted as she studies his face. There’s no hiding her concern, at least not from him. He knows her well enough by now to catch it. “What’s going on?”

The question is general enough, but coupled with the expression on her face and what he knows about her, Bigby is very much aware that Zoey isn't just asking about what's going on here in general.

She's asking about what's going on with him. Because she's totally catching onto the fact he's not having a great time here.

Maybe it's because of that - and also because he knows he isn't able to ever escape Zoey's questions so easily once she asks them - that he just gives in and tells the truth. Letting out a sigh, he answers: "I mean, do you think I look like a party person?"

She’d have to be BLIND to miss it, Bigby. And that’s not even taking into account the fact that she knows him, that he’s a friend.

Zoey can’t help but laugh softly. “No, I really don’t. But it also it seems like you’re feeling a little more miserable than a party necessarily calls for, even not being a party person? Are you okay? Beyond being here, at this PARTICULAR party, anyway.” But maybe he just REALLY fucking hates it. She could be wrong.

But he’s her friend. So she worries, and is going to check in on him.

"I'm fine, Zoey. Just.. not really at my most comfortable at a party of all places."

The first part might sound like he's trying to underplay what's going on, but when the man continues, he really is speaking the truth. There's nothing too special going on, it's just.. massive social awkwardness. Bigby can act just fine in some other situations, even dealing with criminals at all, but regular socialisation at a party?

It'll be the end of him.

"Not to mention that everyone is wearing these--" He makes a vague hand gesture, like he's imagining she will be able to get what he means with just that.

Clearly no one would though, especially since Zoey is no longer a seer here, so he adds. "--Costumes."

Sexy costumes, Zoey. It's too much!

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