Everyone raise your glasses!

[thenormalsquint]

When; Evening of Tuesday, August 13th
Rating; PG-13, at best. Angela's on her best behavior tonight.
Characters; It's Ginny's birthday party and everybody Ginny knows was invited. Let's handwave that and just show up. BTW, IT'S BLACK TIE. PUT ON YOUR SUITS, BOYS.
Summary; There's no legal drinking age in the City, but who says we can't party like there was one anyway?
Log;

This party was four years coming. The restaurant has set aside a large room just for this event and on short notice too. The food is plentiful and of various cuisines, with even a large selection of vegetarian options for those who prefer that. But of course, there is more alcohol than one has ever seen because Angela knows the people she invited and knows quite a few of them have liquor in their veins instead of blood. Rule of thumb: more liquid than solids every time.

Everything's set and ready for the birthday girl to make her appearance, so for the time being, Angela's flitting around the place dressed in more subdued colors than usual, choosing black because no one gets to stand out more than Ginny tonight, and socializing with the few guests that have shown up already.

Sadly, there are no strippers. Ginny nixed that one hard.

Comments

[hischair]

Make it snow around midnight, that way it'll put a wrench in everyone's plans to get home and they'll be too drunk to drive anywhere unfamiliar. We might get people partying through till dawn, that way. Also, before I totally forget ...

[ TACTICSSS. Sliding a couple of prettily wrapped presents out of his cardigan, he offers a small pink box first, then a purple of the same size. ]

This one is your main present, but this one made me think of you and I couldn't resist.

[hexuality]

I can't change the weather, but I can make it snow inside. I love charmwork—I could do confetti or stars, too.

[She's at her best when she's doing something flashy, whether it's in the air or with her wand. Then he shifts against her and she disentangles from his arm to take the offered boxes, smile taking on one of quiet surprise; because, yes, this is her birthday, but she still comes from a modest upbringing where gifts are homecooked meals and something nice and secondhand that happens to fit well. Nice things are still special and unexpected.

Yes, of course she's flushing.]

Oh— [She takes the first box and unwraps it and when she opens it, her expression lights up.] Jim. They're beautiful. Thank you so much! [FRIENDS. ;A; She doesn't even go for the second one yet, just goes to give him a hug instead.] I love them.

[hischair]

I'm glad you like them, I thought the rose-gold would look nice with your red hair.

[ Hugging her back, he lifts her up briefly in a cuddle, just an inch or two off the floor. And people are wondering why his suit isn't the swankiest tonight. ]

Go ahead, tear into the next one.

[hexuality]

[She shoots him a look, bright and amused, then gently closes up the first box and sets it down so she can open the second. And when she does, she bursts into laughter, leaning up on him.]

Bloody hell. You would. [She sounds delighted.] Is this a hint? Should I make you my mum's homemade jam next?

[hischair]

[ Nudges her as she leans on him, an arm hugging around her shoulders. ]

It's more that I remembered I didn't make you my infamous toast like I promised, so now you get to wear some of it wherever you go.

[hexuality]

Well, I absolutely love them. Both of them. You've got wonderful taste.

[IT'S A PUN. RIGHT?]

Come over any time. We'll do breakfast.

[hischair]

I will, I really will soon. Can't keep me out.

[ Mwah, pecking her on the cheek. ]

Have fun tonight, okay? We'll dance later.

[hexuality]

[She's beaming, okay. She gathers up the two boxes to put them away for safe-keeping and yes, her blush does deepen at the peck, but she's a Weasley so it's no surprise.]

I'll just jot you down on my dance card, shall I? [She laughs, bumping her shoulder against his fondly as she passes.] Don't get into trouble without me.

[hischair]

Wouldn't dream of it, princess.

[ He gives her a lazy salute, heading off to mingle. ]

[hexuality]

[WAIT

DID DR MCCOY TELL HIM THAT'S WHAT HE CALLS HER

Flustered spluttering in his wake, as'l;fa;sfjk Jim no.

And then he's gone.]