[ Julie is one of the people who came early, to help set up. The last time she'd helped, it had required multiple Louis Vuitton duffel bags, but this time, she didn't bother with that. Instead, she toted along an entire trunk (also Louis Vuitton) on wheels, filled to the brim, and commandeered an entire table to herself. Glass bottles were quickly lined up, as was an enormous crystal punch bowl, because the most important thing she needed to bring was the thing she always does.
She brings the party, of course.
Bottle after bottle got dumped into the bowl, until there was an impressive concoction, which she stirred and allowed to settle through Sam's long speech. His long, long, long speech, which she listened to from the arm of the sofa, one foot idly bobbing.
After it's all done, she comes back outside and begins ladling drinks into cups. She does also have an impressive array of liquor on the table still, and can make most drinks upon request, but anyone else is welcome to serve themselves too.
One important thing can be noted: any beverage of Julie's that you drink will send you straight to the moon. Certainly the punch, which is mostly Everclear with some vodka, tequila, triple sec and a bunch of juices and Sprite added, but even the more straightforward stuff seems stronger than it would normally be. People might also find that their cups don't seem to empty quite as fast as they should, if they ever empty at all.
Julie herself, once the bar is established and open, can be found near a fire pit, draped sideways so that her legs dangle over one of the arms of the chair. She has a cup of punch and a joint, and on the ground near one of the chair legs is a picked-at piece of grilled chicken on a plate. Curiously, fireflies seem to circle around her with a high frequency.
Anyone near her may have their conversation dropped into without warning -- she has a lot to say, all the time -- and loners may be offered their choice of... personality aids. It can be said, however, that Julie herself does not seem much more than pleasantly tipsy at all times, which should not be possible given how much she is drinking, or how long she spends smoking. This isn't like the last barbecue, where their number was much smaller and more easily trusted, since they were all in the same situation. No, now there are people to watch, to size up, and no matter how bubbly she is (she's very bubbly), there is still a critical glint to her eyes when she meets the newbies. ]
ota after sam's spiel
She brings the party, of course.
Bottle after bottle got dumped into the bowl, until there was an impressive concoction, which she stirred and allowed to settle through Sam's long speech. His long, long, long speech, which she listened to from the arm of the sofa, one foot idly bobbing.
After it's all done, she comes back outside and begins ladling drinks into cups. She does also have an impressive array of liquor on the table still, and can make most drinks upon request, but anyone else is welcome to serve themselves too.
One important thing can be noted: any beverage of Julie's that you drink will send you straight to the moon. Certainly the punch, which is mostly Everclear with some vodka, tequila, triple sec and a bunch of juices and Sprite added, but even the more straightforward stuff seems stronger than it would normally be. People might also find that their cups don't seem to empty quite as fast as they should, if they ever empty at all.
Julie herself, once the bar is established and open, can be found near a fire pit, draped sideways so that her legs dangle over one of the arms of the chair. She has a cup of punch and a joint, and on the ground near one of the chair legs is a picked-at piece of grilled chicken on a plate. Curiously, fireflies seem to circle around her with a high frequency.
Anyone near her may have their conversation dropped into without warning -- she has a lot to say, all the time -- and loners may be offered their choice of... personality aids. It can be said, however, that Julie herself does not seem much more than pleasantly tipsy at all times, which should not be possible given how much she is drinking, or how long she spends smoking. This isn't like the last barbecue, where their number was much smaller and more easily trusted, since they were all in the same situation. No, now there are people to watch, to size up, and no matter how bubbly she is (she's very bubbly), there is still a critical glint to her eyes when she meets the newbies. ]