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[thenormalsquint]

When; Sunday evening into the early morning hours
Rating; R and probably up. Sorry, kiddies.
Characters; Angela and whoever else decides to show up at her party
Summary; Who said you can't celebrate your birthday after the fact?
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The drinks are flowing, the music's bumping, and for sure, the neighbors will be complaining, but who cares? Not Angela. She knows this has been a rough week for some, but here's an excuse to them to forget those problems, if even for a few hours. Angela owes this party to herself, anyway. It's been too long since she's danced on a tabletop after losing her shirt in the process. If turning thirty-three isn't a reason, she's going to make it one.

Oh, that's the doorbell. The glittery strippers are here.

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[thenormalsquint]

[If he asks her again, she'll tell him honestly. Her age has never been a secret. Her appearance behind him is, however, making it easier for her to poke him in the back of the head.]

They're not going to come just because you stare at them.

[signatures]

I'm only enjoying the view.

[ Which is, probably, not better. Still, he rubs the back of his head as he half turns to look at her, lips curling at the corners. ] Some party.

[thenormalsquint]

You can enjoy a dance too considering you made me hire Tink over there.

[She nods to the food table where the fairy is taking a break and picking through the small nibbles of cake and punch.]

It's a party. Enjoy yourself.