New Year's Eve (open RP)

[nerdherdchuck]

ooc: This post is open to everyone. Your character can drop by IC, metaly or via bendy time too. Whatever works. :) Feel to play and have fun!

It was a simple party. Snacks, a couple bottles of champagne and sparkling cider were neatly placed on a fold out table decorated with noise makers and party hats.

Guests were gathered in the courtyard just outside of Chuck and Ellie's apartment, chatting with one another.

The Morgan door was temporarily blocked by a small TV broadcasting 'Dick Clark's New Year's Rockin' Eve' in anticipation of the countdown to 2009.

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[nerdherdchuck.livejournal.com]

"And Casey driving through the door," Chuck added. "Another definite plus. Maybe we shouldn't go to any Chinese restaurants Morgan likes. It seems like...I dunno...evil spies share his taste in food."

He then gave a puzzled look. "Why is that?"

[agentsarah.livejournal.com]

"I'm always willing to, you know, have a quiet date in," Sarah said. "Because it seems like we never really have any luck with the actual 'going out' part."

She shrugged, chuckling quietly. "Maybe he has connections he's been keeping from us this whole time."

[nerdherdchuck.livejournal.com]

"No....we seem to have better luck with the dining in stuff. Maybe next time I can try to make the chicken dish I was going to make for you so we have something different."

He then chuckled, adding, "I should warn you, my Dad taught me how to make that dish and he was no expert cook."

Chuck shook his head, though smiling a bit. "And if Morgan does, Casey will bait him with grape soda until he cracks. Which...knowing Morgan, won't be too long."

[agentsarah.livejournal.com]

"I'm sure it'll taste great," Sarah encouraged, finishing off her sparkling cider with a slow sip.

"Somehow I think Casey would resort to a form of interrogation that wasn't as nice as just offering grape soda, though."

[nerdherdchuck.livejournal.com]

"I hope so," Chuck replied with a shy smile. Noticing Sarah had finished her cider, he offered, "Can I get you any more?"

Chuck shook his head. "Well, when he wanted to learn more about where the marlin was, that's all he did to him. We both know Casey could do far worse. And if Morgan didn't talk, he'd probably learn that too. Luckily, a few growls and some grape soda did the trick, from what he told me, at least."