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]

[ Smirking. Carrying on like he said nothing of great note!!! ]

But if you don't want to play, I mean, no one would force you.

[medicos]

[ no. no. he won't fall for this trick, damn you. ]

You damn asshole. [ pls. ] I won't change my mind so get off my back, but I'm going to watch how to all goes down. A Vulcan in the middle of a snowball fight is something that I gotta see. How did you even get him to say yes?

[hischair]

He's mostly on the fence, but I figure threatening to make someone else my first officer for a snowball fight will give him the nudge he needs.

[ Devious? No. Clever. ]

[medicos]

[ indeed. ]

And he still wonders how you managed to beat his test. [ there might be a hint of pride here. who knows. ] Tell him it's me. Tell him I'm planning on taking the Bridge Officer's Test to become a full commander.

[hischair]

[ That's just evil. Mrr, but he pauses. ]

No offense, but I don't think you'd pass. You're a humanitarian first and foremost, Spock knows that too.

[medicos]

[ he'd actually be promoted to that in the future he's going to be a fucking admiral, jim, so suck on that, but we're getting ahead of ourselves.

he shrugs, nudging him. at the end of the day, he doesn't care much for that. ]

The only reason I'd get on the bridge is to see what stupidity you'd be getting us into again.

[ a beat. ]

No snowball fights with me for you, then.

[hischair]

[ Not right now you're not, Mr. Admiral!! ]

Good, because that test is a pile of shit and you're better off not taking it. Ever. Even hypothetically it messes you up.

[medicos]

[ a couple of beats pass as he tries to read jim's mind.

he puts his arm around jim's shoulder, tugging him closer. ]

I got you on your goddamn ship. I might as well see you get off it.

[ did he get it right? ]

[hischair]

[ Jostled, he smiles easily and looks him over. Opts for levity. ]

If that's your way of saying you want to be the captain, we're gonna fall out.

[medicos]

Only the crazy ones like you would want to be captain.

[hischair]

I could say the same of everyone working in medbay with the snotty diseases and inflamed limbs.

[medicos]

Apparently, we're the humanitarians.

Besides, someone's got to clean up after your mess.

[hischair]

You relish my messes, admit it.

[medicos]

No. [ make him. ]

[hischair]

All I'm hearing is Yes. Where's Spock gotten to?

[medicos]

Go and look for him, then. [ but not him. ] I'll be by the exit.

[hischair]

Alright, kick your heels while you wait.

[ And off he goes to ferret out Spock. He'd rather all three of them left together, irrational as the idea is. Mildly tipsy, Jim finds he wants the company to stop him thinking. ]