So something about the announcement seemed a little off - it wasn't usually a good sign if someone started threatening themself in their own writing - but hey. Party. Or if not party, some form of entertaining mayhem at least.

Logan showed up at sundown and was somewhat annoyed to find himself the first person there. This having no life thing was pathetic. Seeing John, he waved.

"Hey, so. Good refreshments choice. I admire your bold unconcern for the linings of people's stomachs. Where exactly are these margaritas of which you write?"