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

[excelsiors]

I was under the impression they were required.

_{( he says that so dryly, throwing a look over in jim's direction and shaking his head. )}

Any chance Kirk just missed the memo?

_{( "jim" still sounds weird in his head. )}

[medicos]

Said he didn't have time to put on one.

[ so much eyerolling. ]

Spent the day with my look-a-like, then forgot about it.

[excelsiors]

I guess he was understandably distracted.

_{( he can forgive jim for that because it's weird, man. )}

[medicos]

Shouldn't that apply to me, not him? It's my face.

[ you don't understand, sulu. that's weird. how would you feel if harold lee walked in here all suited up like you? ]

[excelsiors]

Which means you aren't used to interacting with it, like the Captain is.

<sub>( kanye shrugs.

also harold and sulu would hit it off and be amazing friends and sulu could teach him how to be a badass and harold could take them to white castle, obviously. )</sub>

[medicos]

Because it's just a normal for one person to be so used to talking to himself.

[ whatever, bones, you know you talk to yourself in the medbay when you think no one's listening. also jim is probably that kind of guy that preens in front of a mirror to start his day. ]

Aside from Spock, anyway. Goddamn Vulcans.

[excelsiors]

_{( sulu laughs, a little airily. )}

You and the Commander have something in common, now.

_{( and don't you just love that. )}

[medicos]

God help me.

[ LMFAO FUCK OFF HIS LIFE IS SUFFERING!!! ]

Come on, you smartass, let's see how much of a lightweight you are. [ you promised to drink with him, don't think he's forgotten that!! ]

[excelsiors]

_{( uhm. )}

That's assuming I'm a lightweight at all.

_{( which he probably is because not everyone can have bones or scotty's constitutions. but he's a good sport, so he pushes off from the wall and starts to head towards the bar area. )}

[medicos]

We'll see about that.

[ boy, please. if anyone knows anyone's liver more than themselves, it's bones.

a beat. ]

But tell me, anyway. I don't want to have to hide you in a closet when you start singing off-key on the bar counter.

[excelsiors]

No worries, there.

_{( he pauses, for effect. )}

I'm always on-key.

[medicos]

[ viva la union, sulu. ]

Okay, now this I gotta see.

Am I gonna have to get you drunk for that? [ he's up for the challenge. ]

[excelsiors]

I doubt there's enough here to do the job.

_{( he's too tightly wound for singing, sorry. )}