Happy Holidays from the Sawyer-Collins-Clemmons household!

[queer-theory.livejournal.com]

Hello everyone. I'm Dr. David Sawyer and this is my fiance, Bryan Collins, who would probably kill me if I didn't mention his television show, "Sing," which you should all definitely watch. It airs... sometime. On a channel. I should know those things.



Contrary to what the picture above suggests, we live in sunny Los Angeles, and you are ALL invited to our house for a Holiday party! Bryan has everything set up - the food is catered, the drinks are free, and everyone is welcome.

There are just a few house rules.

1. Be careful of the turkeys in the backyard. They do bite.

2. This is the bed I share with my fiance:



Please DO NOT have sex in or on or NEAR it. There's a guest house with multiple guest rooms for that.

(If you're interested in seeing more of the house, here are some pictures.)

And that's all there is to it. If you have any questions, Shania or I will be happy to answer them. If you're interested in seeing more of Los Angeles and less of our party (or if you're one of those people who isn't comfortable going to a party being hosted by strangers), there will be a thread for Shania to give you touristy advice.

This party will run for the entire span of the week, though it's all really in one night. We might post some activities day to day for people who enjoy a bit of direction, but this is mostly a place for everyone to come together and mingle. Get to know people you've never met, enjoy your friends and family. Eat, drink, and be merry... and please don't trash my house!




PARTY'S OVER!

Linger a bit if you like, but the festivities are done.

David and Shania are: cleaning up the mess. Party's over, folks.

Comments

[secondalto.livejournal.com]

*whirls around surprised, but doesn't show it*

Can't go wrong with Scotch, Scherbatsky.

*grins*

Shall I pour you a glass?

-Barney

[queer-theory.livejournal.com]

Please!

*tries to sound confident and not at all interested in him*

Pour me a scotch and point in the the direction of a cute guy old enough to drink it. *laughs awkwardly, realizing she doesn't sound terribly natural*

- Robin

((I'm possibly not going to have her quite right at first. Sorry in advance.))

[secondalto.livejournal.com]

*cracks open the bottle*

*smirks as he pours*

None of them are worthy, you'd eat them alive.

*hands her a glass*

-Barney

((It's okay, I'm still getting used to playing Barney as not a ladies man))

[queer-theory.livejournal.com]

*takes a sip* Maybe I shouldn't bother then. What are you doing?

- Robin

((Do you like him as not a ladies man? *loves Barney always*))

[secondalto.livejournal.com]

*sips*

Me? *tries to act nonchalantly*

Travelling. Working. GNB has me going here and there. You?

-Barney

((I do, it is just weird to have played him as the major flirt hooking up with everyone and now he's got FEELINGS, so I'm growing with him I guess))

[queer-theory.livejournal.com]

Same as always. In L.A. for a job interview. I wouldn't have to move here. They'd keep me in New York. *looks him over*

I haven't seen you in awhile. *sips* Too long, Barney.

- Robin

((I love your Barney, I must say.))

[secondalto.livejournal.com]

Awesome. New York is your city. You're almost American now.

*sips, smirks*

I was in New York last month, you were away on assignment. It's not like I', trying to avoid you or anything.

-Barney

((*blushes* Thanks))

[queer-theory.livejournal.com]

No! *snort laughs* Of course you weren't... trying to avoid me. *sips her drink* I'd never think that.

*looks awkward, because she totally thought that*

- Robin

[secondalto.livejournal.com]

*smiles awkwardly*

So what's the new job, Robin? Tired of anchoring the news yet?

-Barney

[queer-theory.livejournal.com]

Entertainment reporting. Entertainment Tonight, actually.

I don't think I'll get it, but I'm not sure I want to.

- Robin

[secondalto.livejournal.com]

You mean you might get to work with Mary Hart? *waggles eyebrows and smirks widely*

As much as I think it would be great to see you on national TV, you're better than that, Robin. Yo should be reporting the hard news, not the fluff.

-Barney

[queer-theory.livejournal.com]

*laughs and takes a sip of her drink*

I know, but how do you say no to the interview? I got a trip to L.A. out of the deal, right?

*tilts her head to one side, studying him* Lily said you might be out here.

- Robin

[secondalto.livejournal.com]

Free trip to California, hard to say no to that.

*sips*

*mutters* Lily.

How are she and Marshall? Did they get the presents I sent for Marvin?

-Barney

[queer-theory.livejournal.com]

They're good. *smiles* And they got the gifts. They were asking Ted and I if we thought they should open them before Christmas, just to make sure they're actually kid-friendly.

*sips* I voted no.

- Robin

[secondalto.livejournal.com]

*fake gasps, hand to his heart for drama*

As if I would buy anything that wasn't kid friendly for my godson.

*sips*

I still haven't found anything for you though. Hard to find just the right thing, you know?

-Barney

[queer-theory.livejournal.com]

*raises her glass* You know you can always get me scotch, Barney. *smiles*

- Robin

[secondalto.livejournal.com]

Pffft. If only it were that easy.

*thinks he may have said to much*

*sips*

Eighteen or thirty year old?

-Barney

[queer-theory.livejournal.com]

*sips*

30. You wouldn't drink anything else - not at a party.

- Robin

[secondalto.livejournal.com]

*salutes her with his glass*

You know me too well, Robin.

Any hints on what you got me?

*grins a little*

-Barney

[queer-theory.livejournal.com]

*sips her Scotch*

You're difficult to shop for too.

- Robin

[secondalto.livejournal.com]

Really? No trip to Skywalker mansion? No lunch with Hef?

*mutters under his breath before finishing his Scotch* No date with you.

-Barney

[queer-theory.livejournal.com]

*narrows her eyes* What was that?

- Robin

[secondalto.livejournal.com]

What was what?

*hopes she doesn't press*

-Barney

[queer-theory.livejournal.com]

I thought... *shakes her head* I'm hearing things.

*sips her drink, scanning the room*

So who are we after tonight? Your wingman is totally here to help.

- Robin

[secondalto.livejournal.com]

*sighs with relief*

*wishes a little that she had pressed*

No one. *looks over bottles at bar for something else to drink*

Can we just be friends tonight, Robin?

-Barney