fandomtownies | Come As You Were Dance, Community Center, Saturday Evening

Originally, this was going to be a much smaller event, but then Fandom had to be Fandom and Portalocity had to be Portalocity, and now Zoe was wondering if there would be enough food for everyone or if she'd have to get things from the local restaurants.

For the moment though, everything was set up nicely. There were tables and chairs set up with blue and gold tablecloths, each covered with glitter from years of use. There were balloons, streamers, and other slightly tasteful decorations, also covered in glitter from years of being stored with things that were also covered in glitter. Don't worry, no one had died from a glitter overdose yet.

Once the food was set out and the (non-tainted) punch was ready, it seemed like things were as good to go as they'd ever be. If things got too crowded, hopefully a fire marshal wasn't among the folks who had come back to town.

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"Isabel!" Ronan exclaimed, bracing himself for impact -- and opening his arms for her -- as soon as he heard his name. "It has been way too long."

"You need to come visit one of these days," Isabel insisted as she hugged him tightly. "You'd love San Francisco."

He made a face. "Your San Francisco, maybe. The cats in mine... don't like me much. There was a worldgating... incident."

"And that's a story you're going to have to tell me at some point," she said, stepping out of the hug, only to slip an arm around Ronan's waist. "You're very glittery tonight. Keeping up tradition. I'm glad."

"How could I not?" he asked. "Want me to do yours, as well?"

"What do you think?" Isabel asked. "Of course."

That was a few quick words, and a mental nudge to the Knowledge -- Ronan wondered sometimes how much easier it was for Nita, with Bobo to help her along -- and just a moment's breath of energy, and Isabel's outfit was considerably, if subtly, sparklier.

"Better?"

"Love it," she smiled. "It's that special Ronan touch. Best part of the weekend."

"Awww. And here I thought my special touch was a little more-"

He cut himself off. "Aaaaand even I'm not going to say that. I guess even I have limits."

"Wait a second," Isabel said warily. "Are you sure you're my Ronan? Voluntarily not making an inuendo-y comment?"

"Is that just because I'm married now?"

"Izzy? That was going to go straight past innuendo, do not pass go, do not collect 200 quid, and straight into, 'blatant sexual statement.'" He grinned. "Who knew? Even I can grow up."

He paused.

"A little. The threesome offer's still on the table, for the record. Married or otherwise."

"Will wonders never cease?" she teased feigning shock. "And that's good to know. It means there's still a chance we'll take you up on it one day."

"I burn, I pine, I perish in anticipation."

"No perishing. Perishing is bad. I don't like it when there's perishing," Isabel warned.

"Well. No plans for that any time soon," Ronan clarified. "Not something I ever want to repeat."

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