fandomtownies | The boardwalk, Friday evening

Blair didn't have ice to work with this time, but she tried to do what she could with the location she had. Luckily the beach was pretty. Besides, too much gold in the decorations tended to cross the line into tacky.

So she kept the decorations to twinkling gold lights and candles. Most of the linens were a crisp white, with golden napkins and table runners to provide pops of color.

The bulk of the gold went into the food. There were brandied apricots, lemon and chocolate cheesecakes, mango sorbets, small cups of saffron vanilla pudding, miniature stuffed yellow peppers, and any number of foods that followed the theme, along with the pies that Ned had made.

Drinks were mixed, but naturally included Goldschläger, as well as coffee and cocoa decorated with tiny gold letters which said things like "Fandom" or "Goodbye Summer."

Blair had staked out a prime table with a view of the water. She sipped at a passionfruit martini, listened to the music coming out of the various speakers she'd had set up, and looked forward to a night of ~~judging~~ watching the crowd.

She was also going to make sure nobody served those skunks. Clearly they didn't know how to hold their liquor.

[ooc: OCD up! Party down!]

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"I'd like you even if you didn't make pies," she told him seriously, because it was important that he know that.

He laughed and said, "Well, that's good. I'd like you even if you didn't fix things."

"Really?" She almost bounced, and the result was that she wobbled just a teeny bit. "I'd like you even if you was short."

"You're a little wobbly, Kaylee," he said, reaching out a hand. "You okay?"

"I'm fine!" she promised cheerily, smiling brightly at him. "I ain't wobbly. But how cute are you, checkin' on my wobbliness like a real gentleman."

"Okay, you're not wobbly," he said even if he thought she was. "And thank you. You're very cheerful."

"I always is," she assured him. "I got a opti- optimo -- " She paused, and decided that word was hard. "I got a happy nature!"

"What's got you so happy tonight?" Ned asked.

"I like parties. An' you. An' dancin'! An' pie. An' some really good drink-type dealies," she told him, nodding happily.

"Ooooh." Okay, this was a little more clear. "How much did you drink?"

"...I dunno."

That was probably a sign.

(It was three.)

"We should dance!"

"I don't know if you'll be able to stay upright," Ned laughed.

"I so can!" she said eagerly, reaching for his hand. "You got giant fingers. They're like carrots! Or sticks."

"Careful," he said, using the grip she had on his hand to keep her upright. "And no, my fingers are like fingers."

"But they're long!" she protested. "So much longer'n mine. Like eighty-three times longer."

"You are making a lot of interesting observations," he said and laughed. "They're not that long."

"Yeah huh," she assured him, very reasonably. "You ain't said anything 'bout how pretty I look tonight An' I do! 'Cause I got a dress on an' everything."

What a charming and totally not-drunk segue.