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]

You never get offended by what I say. Don't start now.

[ bones might look like he's leading, but he's really not. he's the reluctant half of this stupid duo dancing in the cold snow. ]

You drunk, Jim? I don't want to have to haul you ass up to the apartment.

[hischair]

I'm not drunk, far from.

[ It's not stupid, it's great and Jim is watching Bones closely, hands twitching in fingers and a jacket. He smells like Spock's chocolate birthday cake and something that could be a faint whiff of red wine, but it's nothing awful. ]

Did you have a good time tonight? You looked like you did. I spied a little.

[medicos]

You would.

[ that's a yes. ]

Could've done without the suit. You cheated again. [ he's never getting over this. ]

[hischair]

I didn't have enough to buy one. [ Plucking at the fancy material practically dripping off Leonard. ] You look swanky, it's a really good outfit on you. Matches Ginny's dress, I noticed.

[medicos]

[ be careful with those wandering hands. there might be a hypo hiding in that suit somewhere. ]

Might just be coincidence. [ but there's a phantom of a smirk on his face. yeah, he probably got someone to tell him about what dress they've made for her so he'd match. ] I wear blue all the time.

[ a beat. ]

You had enough to get yourself a bike and a truck for me, Jim. [ and besides, bones would've paid if he'd just told him. ]

[hischair]

[ Haha, hypos. He's gonna find them ... Also, coincidence his ass, that gains a snort to the side (Sure, Bones). ]

I used the extra up. It's fine, I didn't arrive naked. That was option B.

[medicos]

They didn't allow the strippers. They definitely wouldn't allow you and your dangly bits anywhere near the place if they can help it.

[hischair]

Well. Any chance of this dance turning romantic just divebombed, just so you know.

[ Not that it ever held a hope of that, y'know. But it BEARS SAYING for his wounded ego. ]

... Do you seriously have a hypo in your back pocket?

[medicos]

Pretty sure that line doesn't go like that, Jim, but get your hands off my ass if you know what's good for you because that's not the only place where I got hypos to shove at your neck when you deserve it.

[ HONESTLY. ]

[hischair]

You do. [ SHUT UP, BONES, this is hilarious. ] What, did you come kitted to the nines like a secret medical assassin?

[ Since he groused, he gets an arm draped around his shoulders, far, far away from his ass. ]

[medicos]

Do honestly think we'd be going anywhere without them when you could get a reaction from just sniffing something you shouldn't?

[ please, jim, you're insulting him. plus, he needs to keep you in line somehow. no dancing naked on the tabletops, thank you. ]

If you ate the caviar, I'm going to kill you.

[hischair]

[ Raising his chin. Excuse you!! ]

I ate Spock's cake and some sandwiches, that's all. I'm kill-zone free.

[medicos]

So I don't have to kill you through hypos, good to know.

[hischair]

You're a good dancer, even if you whine too much.

[medicos]

Had lessons. They were damn irritating.

[ let's not go there.

sarcastically: ] That's because you're a special case.

[hischair]

This is my first.

[ Going off what he's seen in holofilms, ahw yiss. Special as heck. ]

How am I doing?

[medicos]

[ so jim didn't dance with anyone else, has never danced with anyone. bones would wonder out loud, but he probably knows why. ]

Seven out of them. [ he smirks. ] Got grace, but you need style.

[hischair]

[ Not like this, not seriously. Or semi-seriously, because it's snowing and it looks nice and he just wants to hang onto something (someone) normal for a while. ]

I'm going to remember you called me graceful. We'll be old and wrinkly and I'll say, "You once said I had graceful hips", and you'll have to nod and agree. [ A smile stretches. ] Am I supposed to assume you've got all the style here?

[medicos]

[ old and wrinkly. bones hums neutrally. that they'll still be best friends and hanging out together even when they've passed the retirement age is a nice thought, actually. ]

If you wanted me to dip you then just say so. [ his lips curl upwards. ] Because I will, Jim, then I'll drop you.

[hischair]

[ Hopefully no bridges will come between them, ahem. He laughs and rolls his eyes. ]

You can drop me after but I want to see this. Go ahead and dip away.

[medicos]

[ just saying.

and so, he drops a hand to jim's waist and dips. not too low, because that might break both of their backs. ]

You should know better than to challenge me when I mean business, kid.

[ then he lets go (or, well, he pushes jim off him, if he's still holding on to his shoulders.) ]

[hischair]

[ A gurgle of surprise echoes up when he's released, grappling for purchase on that shiny blue suit. ]

You bastard, you did it too.

[ Huffing!! ]

That was awful.

[medicos]

[ snorting, he holds out his hand to pull jim up. ]

Come on, Twinkletoes, you're going to get frostbitten.

[hischair]

Maybe I like frostbite.

[ Grousing in his own right, he heaves himself up and uses the arm slotted around Bones' shoulders to brush the snow off there. ]

[medicos]

Infant.

[ but it comes out fond. ]

Tired yet?