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Post by The Imprisoned Songstress on Oct 3, 2009 9:39:23 GMT -5
comes in to see Sweeney setting up for a harvest party
"This is a brilliant idea you've had my sweet!"
"I know" Sweeney says with a shy smile
"What has you in such a good mood?" I ask questioningly.
"I was wondering the same thing my dear" said Mrs. Lovette
"Well...the judge is close now and I know how much you like the cooler weather."
"I do" nodding excitied
"And I know everyone likes a party so here you go."
"Thanks, you really can be sweet now I just have to get the others to come."
"I'm sure they will."
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Post by The Idyllic Idealist on Oct 3, 2009 13:30:25 GMT -5
On the way to the party, Illy was jumpy and when George put his arm around her waist she jumped. George looked at her and asked innocently, "Why are you so jumpy?"  Illy saw a mischievous glint in his eyes that told her she was definitely going to get it later, and this time she was going to be tickled purple. She laughed nervously and said, "Oh look, there they are!" "Issy! Sweeney!" she said as she ran up to them and gave them both a hug. George greeted them and they helped set up for the party chatting the whole time. ;D |
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Post by The Undaunted Doña on Oct 3, 2009 14:37:31 GMT -5
A white Andalusian stallion trotted to a stop and Don Juan and his DonaM dismounted and looked around to see if they could spot their friends. Despite the cooler weather, they were dressed for warmer weather, having just come from their island and cabana. DonaM looked up and grinned..
"Issy, Sweeney! ...and George and Illy..we made it!" She grinned happily as she and her Don Juan made their way towards them..
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Post by The Poetic Protégée on Oct 3, 2009 14:48:15 GMT -5
"Shouldn't we be there by now?" Jay asked fretfully as their carriage took another fierce bump.
The Earl casually flicked aside the curtain obscuring the window and scrutinised the view.
"We appear to be...oh no, wait, there!"
He rapped sharply on the roof of the carriage which almost immediately came to a complete stop.
"I do believe we've arrived just in time."
"Good," said Jay smoothing out her skirt as she dismounted from the narrow carriage steps, "Grab the basket of goodies, John dear, and let's go in."
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Post by The Imprisoned Songstress on Oct 9, 2009 15:00:11 GMT -5
"Hi, George, Illy, Jay, John, Donna and DJ!"
beaming at them all.
"Great turn out so far. Have to leave some more messages."
"Everything looks so good."
"I'll have you all know that this was Sweeney's idea!"
they all looked impressed
"I'm craving sweets anyone seen CQ & Willy?"
runs off to knock on a few doors
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Post by The Idyllic Idealist on Oct 10, 2009 11:27:48 GMT -5
"Dona M! DJ! Jay! John! You made it!" Illy said smiling. "It's a great idea Sweeney. I just love JA parties!"  Illy and George were setting up the last few tables when Issy turned on a stereo. Don Juan turned to Dona M, bowed and took her hand. John grabbed Jay by the waist and Jay set the napkins on the table she was setting and danced with him. Sweeney kissed Issy's hand and they also began to dance. Illy turned to where George stood and said, "Aww....George?" He was nowhere to be seen. Suddenly she heard him whisper in her ear, "Do you want to dance?" Illy jumped and felt his arms around her waist. "Of course," she said blushing.  They started to dance with all the other couples. |
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Post by The Imprisoned Songstress on Oct 24, 2009 15:18:37 GMT -5
"This dancing is great, isn't it dear?"
"Yes, dear. I am glad you are happy"
"I am!"
"Time for games everyone!"
"Ohh, bobing for apples and a cake walk. Also we have a bean bag toss etc." said Illy excitly.
George gave her a quizzically look
"we are always in for fun" Said DJ & DM nodded
"John are you putting something in that punch??"
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Post by The Idyllic Idealist on Oct 26, 2009 15:42:54 GMT -5
"There's something in it alright...hic," said Illy. "John! What did I say about spiking drinks at parties?" said Jay, glaring at John. John sighed, and smirked as he said, "But it tastes better, and you know it." Jay snatched the flask out of his hand and poured the contents onto the ground. John's smirk turned into a scowl as he took back his flask. "So....what game should we play first?" Don Juan asked. "How about bobbing for apples?" Issy suggested. Sweeney got a big barrel, filled it up with water and tossed the apples in it. |
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