tampered | Everyone raise your glasses!

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.

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[Okay, wow. She'd had misgivings about being dragged to a party by her teenage son, but hello there Kirk. Um. Melissa has an honest-to-god shy moment, because even Sass Master Moms can have them every so often. Scott had said that Captain James T. Kirk was here, but not like this. Yow.

She doesn't approach, but she does spend a little bit of time staring. Because let's be honest, who wouldn't?]

[ If Jim has a sixth sense it's knowing when he's being checked out. Glancing around when he feels eyes on his back, he raises his glass to her across the bar and takes a sip, glancing over the brunette in turn with a smile playing on his lips. Seeing if she's just being polite or. Well. ]

[That's a good sixth sense to have, honestly. As he turns to her, she can feel a little bit of heat on her cheeks, and she raises her glass in turn to him. Oh, go on Melissa, stop blushing like a school girl and go over and say hello.]

[ Heading around the bar with a few smiles and greetings to the people in between, he slides onto the stool next to her, still facing the majority of the room. ]

So, you've already got a drink. That rules out my being able to buy you another, doesn't it?

[ahmahgah. Melissa can't stop grinning as he slides in next to her. Play it cool.]

Not necessarily. I'll be finished with this one soon. If you stick around you can get me one then.

Sounds fair. Do I have to wait until then to get a name, too? I'll have to make one up, else.

[ The classics are the best for a reason. ]

[Damn it, that makes her giggle. Staaaahp.]

As much as I would love to hear what you'd make up...I'm Melissa.

Melissa. That's a pretty name, unfortunately mine can't match up. [ And he offers a polite hand. ] Jim Kirk.

[She shakes his hand. Holy cow.]

Jim Kirk is a nice name. Very masculine. Don't sell yourself short.

I'll try not to. [ Nodding to the party. ] Did your date wander off to the dancefloor without you? That's criminal if he did.

I didn't come here with a date.

[WHAT IT'S TRUE.]

My son dragged me here. That's him, right over there.

[And she points out Scott.]

Scott? I know him and Stiles, they're good kids. Honestly, I came stag, so we can tag-team this bar together if you're up for it.

[She giggles at that again, and nods.]

Sounds like a plan to me. I haven't been to a proper party in ages.

When did you arrive here?

Here to the party? Or here to the City?

Both, why not? Pick and choose, Melissa, I'll be rapt either way.

...I just got to the party fifteen minutes ago. And I arrived in the City just in time to watch my teenage son turn into a pirate.

You didn't have to adopt any extra parrots, did you?

Not yet. But knowing my son, he'll show up with four or five of them one day.

He's starting up his own practice, isn't he? Wants to be a vet, or so I heard.

Yeah. He's always been really good with animals.

[Proud momma face!]

Now what about you? When did you get here?

Month or so ago, me and a small coterie of my crew. We were all aboard our ship when we got dragged here from random points in our time-line.

[He just used the word coterie correctly in a sentence oh god.]

Yeah? Isn't that incredibly awkward for you all? What if somebody from the future tells you something you didn't know?

[ The perfect man, Melissa, you're not wrong. ]

I've got the advantage of being from pretty far ahead compared to a few, so it isn't much of a problem. The others are trained professionals so they know when to keep things to themselves.

But that's all very boring and I'm wondering, would you like to dance?

[Yeah p. much not gonna argue that point.]

...I would love to dance.

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