Book Haven, Wednesday, 08/19

[not_a_moonie]

Shockingly, Alana wasn't in the best of moods today. Johnny taking off didn't help, though she could only argue so much with somebody who wanted to go be a hero. But she was starting to feel like her life was a long litany of goodbyes -- Johnny, Celia, Raleigh, her first roommate Danny. Even her freaking mother had taken off.

Alana knew it was crazy, but it still felt like it must have been something about her that wouldn't let her hold on to people.

A good therapist might have helped, but Alana wasn't the type to think of that. She aggressively cleaned and reorganized the shelves instead, and made plans for a gym visit the second she could shut down the shop. If she exhausted herself enough,she wouldn't be ableto think about this stuff.

[OOC: Open shop,open post!]

The beach, Wednesday afternoon/evening

[tigerundercover]

After Raven's little revelation on Sunday that she didn't actually know her own birthday, Kathy had immediately started insisting that she should pick one. Because everyone apparently had to have a birthday. Raven could admit it was probably easier than just kind of deciding at some point that she was a year older. So she'd picked Coco Chanel's. Kathy probably would have preferred she picked one that gave her best friend a little more time to shop and plan, but Raven was trying to get her to live a little more in the moment, and come on. Who wouldn't want to share a birthday with Coco Chanel? (And Philo Farnsworth? And the creator of Galaxy Quest? And apparently at least one former president, but whatever. Coco Chanel.)

So the party was a little haphazard and last minute. A few invitations had been sent out on via email, and some nice picnicy provisions had been acquired, thanks to the people over at Luke's. (Who apparently were more than willing to shove armloads of turkey sandwiches as the girls when they'd asked.) Raven had even managed to score them a couple bottles of nice champagne by going to the mainland, shifting into the guise of a little old lady, and going on and on and on about her imaginary 60th wedding anniversary. And lastly, there was a stereo set out blaring a rather odd mix of old jazz standards and modern R&B and hip hop.

She was turning eighteen. Ish. That totally deserved some celebration.

[lalala METHOD RP IS METHOD. If you think you got an invite, you did! If you want to wander by and join in anyway THAT'S ALSO TOTALLY COOL!]