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]

*looks excited*

Would you really?

*takes her hand gently*

-Steve

[nobodymove.livejournal.com]

*blushes again as she steps close*

Follow. Okay. I can do that.

*looks down at her feet, following carefully, moving a bit woodenly*

-Steve

[nobodymove.livejournal.com]

*takes a deep breath, trying to relax*

This... isn't so bad, actually.

-Steve

[nobodymove.livejournal.com]

I was just nervous about it, I guess.

-Steve

[nobodymove.livejournal.com]

*grins as he lets his hand rest on her waist again, after her twirl*

You're making me feel very at ease.

-Steve

[nobodymove.livejournal.com]

*laughs*

I'm... I guess you could say I work for the government? I used to be in the army. In the past.

-Steve

[nobodymove.livejournal.com]

*blushes at the mention of sex*

An engineer? So you're smart and beautiful. I'm really just a soldier.

-Steve

[nobodymove.livejournal.com]

Hey!

*gives her a scolding look, but keeps smiling, teasing*

Don't put words like that in my mouth, miss, it's not polite.

-Steve

[nobodymove.livejournal.com]

*has to look down again, and almost steps on her foot*

Oops... sorry, I'm not trying to crush your feet, I swear.

-Steve

[nobodymove.livejournal.com]

*follows a little better this time, without any injury to anyone*

You're so patient.

-Steve

[nobodymove.livejournal.com]

*watches her feet still, but keeps up this time*

Hey, I think I might be dancing!

*laughs*

-Steve

[nobodymove.livejournal.com]

*eyes widen*

I could try... can't be too much scarier than fighting Nazis or aliens, right?

-Steve

[nobodymove.livejournal.com]

I wish all aliens were like you, Gaila. Heck, I wish everyone I met was as nice as you.

*gives her a sincere smile*

Okay. I think I can do this.

-Steve