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

[medicos]

Ain't really any of my business, Jim.

[ and it's completely weird to just be thinking about the fact that someone else has his face, but they live another life. this one is a soldier. it's even weirder than all that alternative timeline shit that they had to deal with back home. ]

What's got you curious?

[hischair]

I don't know, I think he's interesting. And I know he's not you, he's like some weird younger twin-that's-not, but I don't think he's bad. I have this gut feeling he's a good person, y'know? He got all exasperated with me and wasn't angry when I wound him up. I like him.

[ Still, Jim's arm slides loosely around a suited waist. Jim murmurs over the lip of his glass. ]

Talking to him made me think about you.

[medicos]

It's your gut feeling that always gets us in trouble. I don't know how much of that gut feeling I actually trust.

[ complete lie. he is wary, because it's his face, but he'll trust jim's judgment if he says that the guy is okay. he might have to ask spock on his opinion on the matter later on, though, just for a second opinion, but just because it's spock, he'll take it with a grain of salt.

and, anyway, it's his face. if he can't trust his own face, then there's somethin wrong with the world now. ]

Because you pushed and he didn't get mad. [ employing this tactic again, jim? remember the last time you tried to emotionally compromise someone else? ] What did he do?

[hischair]

[ That was different, that was deliberate dickishness and this ... it was a lot more playful, to put it in a way that doesn't give Jim cause to smirk too much. ]

He suffered with dignity.

[medicos]

[ jim, bones will see that smirk regardless of whether or not it appears on your face because he is your best friend. ]

Suffered, right. That sounds familiar.

[hischair]

[ Whoops. The way he looks at him is abrupt. ]

I'm glad you're not a soldier, Bones. There was a lot of blood.

[medicos]

[ not so gentle reminder: ]

I deal with just about the same on the job, Jim. You just don't get to see it. [ because jim is usually on or away from the operating table.

but this is a very morbid conversation. not very practical considering that it's ginny's birthday, is it? ]

I hope you didn't forget a present for the birthday girl.

[hischair]

Not covered in blood, though. That was dramatic.

[ Grunts, draining his drink. Maybe he'll get a little tipsy. ]

I got her a couple of pairs of earrings. You?

[medicos]

[ not really, no, but jim's probably never seen him when he's doing intense surgery on a critical patient. he vaguely remembers that time when he had to pry out the fucking centaurian slug chewing on pike's spine. that was intense, and an experience he never wants to relive ever again. ]

Airplane models. [ a beat. ] And an paper airplane necklace.

[hischair]

[ Gross, gross, he'll stick to his chair. ]

... Bones, that's adorable.

[medicos]

Her father's obsessed with trying to figure out how airplanes fly. [ going to ignore that adorable comment, jim kirk. ] Found that out during that hell week with the essence rites.

[hischair]

[ What a big softie. ]

You're really keeping an eye on her, huh?

[medicos]

She reminds me of someone I used to know.

[ but you can't pry anything out of him, since he just got himself his own glass of wine and is chugging it down. ]

[hischair]

[ Hmmm. ]

You dancing later?

[medicos]

[ dryly: ] If you wanted to be my first dance, you're too late.

[ jerking his head to ginny's direction. ]

[hischair]

I'll be your last dance, in the snow.

[ Yesssssss, MAGIC. It'll make no sense and be fantastic. ]

[medicos]

...Snow.

[ really. ]

[hischair]

... I've said too much.

[ Dipping underneath the arms of some chatty people nearby, he disappears into the Knight. SEE YOU LATER, BONES. ]