Jon's apartment, Monday evening

[intheeyeofthebeholding]

It was hard to be more-or-less-politely anti-American while not also being overly imperialistic. Jon hoped he'd managed it - he'd bought and hung up a British flag, but the English, Scottish, Welsh, and Northern Irish flags were also stood around, as well as an Irish one in case Clare showed up and a few Canadian ones that if he were asked were totally there because Canada had been British during the American revolution.

There were cider and beer, and Jon could probably be persuaded to break out the gin and whisky if asked; there was no actual stereo, but his phone was hooked up to speakers and playing The Clash.

He couldn't think of anything else to do but wait. Parties weren't exactly his strong point. He hoped Irene was right and a small gathering was within his abilities.

He left the door open and desperately hoped somebody would come.


[Open post, open party! Americans will have to sneak in/crash, but all forms of Brits and aliens are welcome!]

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[hasaknightjob]

Steven lived in the building so it didn't take long to arrive. He wasn't sure if it was the type of thing where one was expected to bring something, so he had some British ale with him (at the appropriate room temperature, of course).

The door was open so Steven came in and looked around for Jon or anyone else to say hello to.

[intheeyeofthebeholding]

"Steven." Jon was just relieved someone had shown up! "Hello."

[talentforlying]

"Fuck, I've been a hermit," John said. "Don't think I've met half these people, and I know I don't know you."

"Constantine. John Constantine. Cheers and all that."

[stykera]

Stark spotted Steven (possibly the friendliest face here, for him) eventually and headed over after giving a little wave of greeting.

"Hello, Steven."

[talentforlying]

It was a party, so of course Constantine showed up with a few bottles of gin. He'd even been considerate enough to bring the tonic, too.

"Right. Congrats and all that to the Americans for kicking the monarchy off their necks, may we eventually do the same!"

Sorry, Jon, but this John was the 'severely anti-imperialistic and highly pro-free will' John. But he'd gleefully drink to celebrate a mutual home-and-hearth.

[intheeyeofthebeholding]

"Hear, hear." Jon had no problems with that! "You seem to have come prepared, but I can get you a glass if you like."

[begmetwice]

"And may Liz and the whole inbred lot of them continue to entertain in the meantime," chimed in Irene as she hopped up to take a seat on the counter and help herself to some of John's gin, thank you. "Bloody clown show over there."

Even worse than when Irene had left the country, honestly.

[pocketpretzels]

Well, Watts wasn’t British, but he wasn’t American either. So here he was! Totally relaxed and not at all holding on to any sort of tension due to certain events as reported on radio this morning.

He’d even be adding to the available alcohol selection with a bottle of wine.

His hat, naturally, was discarded as soon as he made it though the door, dangled from one of many thumbtacks in a cork board on the wall.

[hasaknightjob]

Oh look, it was a Steven smiling at him from across the room.

[intheeyeofthebeholding]

"Watts." Jon nodded. "I'm glad you could make it. And sorry about the squirrels, honestly," he hurried to add. "At least they're supportive."

[talentforlying]

"Another one I don't fucking know because I never learned to be a social lad," John said with a half waive. "Which one are you, then?"

[begmetwice]

"Mr. Watts," Irene greeted him, sidling right up with a smile. God, those beautiful vintage textiles. She was just going to concentrate on those rather than how badly she wanted to fix his tie. "A belated happy Canada Day to you."

[lilac_eyed_lieutenant]

Tisarwat sounded British! Not nearly as posh and old-fashioned as Seivarden, of course, but that still had to count for something, right? Plus, her roommate was British, and she was feeling incredibly bored and restless and always loved a party, so she decided she'd go ahead and hoof it back over to MHA for an evening.

Now that Summer could keep some stocks at the store, too, she didn't even feel bad about brining along a bottle of arrack. Because that was what this party clearly needed. More booze.

But hers was from space!

[intheeyeofthebeholding]

"Oh, hello." Jon nodded to her. "Erm...I haven't made tea yet, but I can if you like."

Spoiler: It would be awful, but he'd try his best.

[anomaly_research_nerd]

So Connor was still very much learning his way around the island and so far had been pretty bad with getting out and meeting people. So when he had heard about the Brit-appreciation party, he decided to check it out.

Between being the newbie in town and not really knowing anyone, Connor had debated not even bothering. But he figured he'd never get to know anyone if all he did was hid out in the museum and back office all the time. And so there he was, standing at the door that he hoped was the right one, with a case of Gin and Tonic cans.

He took a deep breath and then walked in, looking around as he did.

[intheeyeofthebeholding]

"Connor, hi." Jon nodded at him. "Welcome."

[hasaknightjob]

Steven waved now that Connor was inside. "Hello, Connor. How's it going?"

[begmetwice]

Of course Irene turned up eventually, fashionably late and representing her home country in Burberry. (She could not and would not concede her shoes, however; they remained French, as did her perfume.)

She was also bearing a discreet carrier bag with Pimm's No. 1, ginger ale, mint and fresh strawberries to add to the selection of beverages. Might as well be a bit precious about the whole affair, right?

[hasaknightjob]

Steven waved at seeing a friend. "Hello, Irene. Doing all right?"

[intheeyeofthebeholding]

Jon smiled in relief as much as anything. "Irene, thank you for coming." There were all these people in his flat, Irene! Now what??

[anomaly_research_nerd]

So, he had managed to show up and all. And a bit into the party and nothing disastrous had happened... yet... so Connor was feeling more confident. And he had come to try and be somewhat social and get to know a few more people, and with pretty much everyone at the party fitting that description, it was Irene's lucky (unlucky?) day that she was the one Connor met on his way to the drinks.

And cue the geeky stammering suddenly tongue tied Connor in all his glory. You were getting a nice smile and an awkwardly shy wave though Irene.

"Evening," he finally managed. "Quite the little shindig aint it? I'm Connor by the way" he added as he held out his hand.

[notagoose]

Technically Supertroopers didn’t belong to any country but Goose had lived and worked in West Australia for a while now that he considered himself Australian, even if Australia had been a republic for quite a number of years for him.

Still it didn’t hurt to be more social so he decided to stop by the party for a while.

[intheeyeofthebeholding]

Jon was willing to count him in, anyway.

"Goose." He smiled. "Come in."

[stykera]

Stark was very much not American, or human, and he supposed that meant he was welcome at this sort of thing. So after he'd left the clinic for the day he made a stop at Jon's door and peered inside.

[intheeyeofthebeholding]

"Hello, Stark!" Jon smiled and waved him in. Alien was absolutely good enough for entry! "The drinks are there and there's some crisps and pretzels."

No cupcakes, sorry. Or jello.