littleladylord:

Four different kinds of gourmet Macaroni and Cheese. Stacks upon stacks of different finger sandwiches, with the yards worth of crusts used to make a couple of heated trays of bread pudding. A pineapple-banana-pecan cake possibly bigger than the birthday girl herself. A small table of vegan stuff, just in case.

Cindy couldn't stop grinning at it. Had she found awesome caterers or what?

The band specialized in swing covers of hard rock songs, but could play just about anything. There was a dance floor. All her friends from school were there, dressed to the eights.

Of course, all Cindy's friends from school didn't really fill up the little reception hall. And she certainly didn't have a big family. But that was okay, more room for her soon-to-be-colleagues fellow super-brats.

And so she scurried, from arrival to arrival, for cheerful welcomes.

3x2_9yz_4a:

Wendi was hanging around the Brownstone today, not doing particularly much.  It had--bar what had gone on with Nic and the Thanagarian invasion--been a pretty good summer so far.   She wasn't eager for it to end, though.  Even with only one more year of high school left, she would need all of that time to work up the nerve to tell her parents that she had absolutely no interest in taking over or working in Quickstart or Tyler.    She had four other siblings.  They could pick up that slack.

She slipped a pad of paper and a pencil out of the bag she'd brought with her, and sat on one of the couches and began to sketch.