Room: Rental, check.
Pizza: A dozen pies with various toppings, check.
Drinks: Beer and soda, check.
Ice Cream: Five gallons of various flavors, check.
Things to eat them on/with: Cups, plates and plasticware, check.
Entertainment: Karaoke and marshmallow guns made from PVC pipe, check.
Everything was setup for the informal meeting Anarchy had called a week ago and despite the paranoid delusions of certain other parties who shall remain nameless (if only by the skin of her teeth), it was intended as a social get together. A place for Libertines and Apostates to mingle a little and get to know each other, so that they wouldn't have to do that weird sideways verbal crab dance they'd feel compelled to do if they met out in public to ascertain who was enlightened and who wasn't.
And hopefully, with all the introductions having been made already, when it actually came time to discuss Order business, the Free Council could sit down and do it without wasting valuable time introducing themselves.
Anarchy looks over the spread that's taken a big bite out of her wallet for the month and sips the root beer float she's made. God damn, she hopes people show up and enjoy themselves a bit. If they don't there isn't enough room in her fridge for all this stuff.