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

[nobodymove.livejournal.com]

*smiles warmly at her* I don't mind. Please, miss.

*looks at her for a moment, tilting his head*

I know you from somewhere.

-Steve

[nobodymove.livejournal.com]

Yes! *grins as she reminds him* In New York... you work near Stark Tower.

*finishes picking up the pieces and stands, dusting off his hands*

It's nice to actually meet you, Beth. I'm Steve.

*blushes a bit, because she seems to already know that, but holds out his hand to her anyway*

-Steve

[nobodymove.livejournal.com]

*squeezes her hand before letting go*

You don't need to thank me. I mean, it's sort of what I do.

*smiles almost sheepishly*

-Steve

[nobodymove.livejournal.com]

I... *blushes* I didn't mean it like that. I mean, I'm glad that I saved you, and all.

-Steve

[nobodymove.livejournal.com]

Only once, and I got to do it? Well, that's some kind of honor, then.

You're probably lucky it was me, and not someone like Iron Man... he's the smug type, never let you forget it.

*grins, joking*

-Steve

[nobodymove.livejournal.com]

I needed company that I could talk to without feeling completely awkward and out of time. So I guess you've already helped me out.

And I really appreciate it, Beth.

-Steve

[nobodymove.livejournal.com]

*smiles back*

I'd like that. Can I get you a drink? I'm sorry, I should have asked before now.

-Steve

[nobodymove.livejournal.com]

*chuckles*

I will be right back with that wine for you. Promise.

*heads over to the bar*

-Steve

[nobodymove.livejournal.com]

*returns a few minutes later with a glass of wine for her, and a soda for himself, handing her her glass*

Sorry that took so long, a bit of a line at the bar.

-Steve

[nobodymove.livejournal.com]

*grins*

How would you have scared me off?

-Steve

[nobodymove.livejournal.com]

There's nothing wrong with enthusiasm. And your face is lovely.

*blushes too*

-Steve

[nobodymove.livejournal.com]

*looks at the glass in his hand*

Oh, I don't usually bother. Alcohol has no effect on me.

-Steve

[nobodymove.livejournal.com]

*follows her to the couch, waiting for her to sit before he carefully lowers his large frame into a seat*

Miss it? No, I... didn't really drink even before... well. Before.

-Steve