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]

_{( he lifts his chin, shrugs. )}

I'm working on it, actually.

[thenormalsquint]

You really need to get a better hobby. Yoga's pretty relaxing.

[She's half serious and half joking. Try yoga instead of monsters, Sulu. It'll do you good.]

The wall stinks at dancing, you know. You shouldn't depend on it for great company tonight.

[excelsiors]

Who wants to be relaxed?

_{( he says that with mock horror, though the dancing comment does have him edging a little closer to the wall. they have spent much time together and have bonded, alright. )}

We've got that in common. So it's actually really good company.

[thenormalsquint]

I do. [Angela puts her hands up in a mock pose of conceding.] I know, I know. It's terrible and I should seek help. I don't need any help. I can quit whenever I want.

[Sulu, you make her sad.]

I don't believe you. You can't step on other people's feet as much as the wall does.

[excelsiors]

Unless you get bored to death, maybe.

_{( he associates stress with being engaged in things that can't actually be healthy but what can you do. )}

That's not the problem. Probably.