The Apartment Above Luke's, Monday Evening

[spin_kick_snap]

The lack of private function space was perfectly solved by the empty apartment above the diner. Kathy had spent the afternoon cleaning and setting up for dinner tonight. Her anniversary dinner, if you would.

A year ago today, she'd woken up in Eliot's house, surrounded by tight, worried faces. Her friends, pretty much en masse, had gone through a portal to LA and fought through hordes of exes to bring her home, in hopes that Nanika could bring her back to life. Or maybe just so she'd stop chanting Kathy's name. For whatever reason they'd done it, though, they'd succeeded. Kathy was alive again and had been for a full year.

A dizzying, challenging, terrifying year.

It seemed only right to hold some kind of commemorative dinner for it, somewhere between a celebration (which she still didn't think she'd earned, exactly) and an appreciation dinner. Not just for what they'd done, but for sticking with her this past year, for weathering the ups and downs, for reaching out and checking in, for reconnecting and promising to be better and stronger friends from here forward.

And, well, even if that didn't all come through, it would still be a delicious dinner cooked by Eliot and would give her a chance to just spend some time with the people she loved best, getting caught up with those she hadn't seen in awhile and offering an opportunity for them to get to know one another better, too.

If nothing else, they could all just stuff themselves silly with whatever delicious things the kitchen downstairs had whipped up and the super, extra, very chocolatey desserts Kathy had promised Alluka in her invitation.

[For those invited and up early for SP. No OCD, feel free to just ping in and around.]

Comments

[not_every_mage]

"I don't know what else to call it," Anders admitted, nibbling at his thumbnail. "Seems important to Kathy, anyhow."

[rebelseekspizza]

"It does," Dante said. "Funny. If it were me, I'd wanna forget."

He sure as fuck wasn't throwing any that-time-I-sorta-killed-my-brother parties.

[not_every_mage]

"I'm not sure what I'd want," Anders said speculatively. "Maybe an awkward moment of silence."

[rebelseekspizza]

"Just to make everyone feel uncomfortable?" Dante asked.

[not_every_mage]

"Pretty much," Anders agreed with a nod. "And to ... I don't know. Be grateful I was around, maybe."

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante snickered softly. "Egomaniac."

[not_every_mage]

"Only a little," Anders chuckled. "I'd be being grateful I'm still around, too."

[rebelseekspizza]

"Well, if you really want one, we can always throw one in fall next year," Dante said. "The great 'when Anders stumbled back out of the sea, like a mermaid' party..."

[not_every_mage]

"Would I have to wear one of those seashell bikinis?" Anders wondered aloud. "Or would that offend Ada?"

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante snickered softly. "I think she'd be willing to accept it," he said. "Add in a bunch of body glitter, you'll be the prettiest mermaid in the ocean."

[not_every_mage]

Anders fluttered his eyelashes at Dante. "Would you be the handsome sailor who falls in love with me?"

[rebelseekspizza]

"More like a hot pirate," Dante mused.

And leaned in to kiss Anders, 'cause he was cute.