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

[csichick-2.livejournal.com]

You're even more lovely when you blush.

~John

[queer-theory.livejournal.com]

*sets down her glass and looks at him, feeling a bit guilty and wishing she could say something about what she knows*

What are you doing, John? What are you feeling, I mean?

- Molly

[csichick-2.livejournal.com]

I don't... fuck.

It's just we're both drunk, both lonely, and both loved the insufferable bastard.

~John

[queer-theory.livejournal.com]

*nods, still looking at him, completely unsure of what to say*

- Molly

[csichick-2.livejournal.com]

We can either find some comfort in each other or you can throw your drink in my face and call me a pig. Your choice.

~John

((Oh drunk!John. He would never say most of this stuff sober.))

[queer-theory.livejournal.com]

I want to, John. I really want to, but I can't.

*bites her lip and reaches for another drink, muttering to herself before downing it* You'd never forgive me.

- Molly

((Poor Molly... she really wants to get laid, but she also has a conscience.))

[csichick-2.livejournal.com]

Would the answer be different if we were sober?

~John

[queer-theory.livejournal.com]

*closes her eyes, suddenly teary, because drunk*

No... I'd still want you and it would still be a terrible thing to go through with because I know things that you can't know, things you'll never forgive me for, and you'd really hate me if we slept together and then you learned the truth. *sets down her latest empty glass* We can't... you love him so much and he's out there and he loves you to.

*covers her mouth with her hand, looking at him with wide eyes*

*stand up and hurries outside* No... no no no no no.

- Molly

[csichick-2.livejournal.com]

*stares at her in shock before following Molly outside*

Molly wait!

~John

[queer-theory.livejournal.com]

*stops with her back to him, shaking and crying softly*

- Drunk!Molly

((I wonder if Mycroft and Lestrade are still out there, lurking around the corner. Also... need a new thread soon.))