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]

[ oh no, you don't. ]

Got something to share with the class, darling?

[hexuality]

No, sir.

[Just idly sipping at her drink now, blinking snowflakes from her lashes.]

Just admiring the odd turn to the weather, is all.

[medicos]

That's your word for it? Odd? It's snowing inside.

[ ginny, please. ]

I don't think I'm drunk enough for this.

[hexuality]

Were you around when I gave Jim stars in an envelope? Don't tell me you're surprised.

[And Ginny perches herself on a barstool and looks up at the snow, beaming.]

I usually save this for Christmas parties. [Then, laughing,] You haven't got to be pissed to enjoy snow in the summer, Dr McCoy.

[medicos]

That's 'cause it ain't ever gonna come up in daily conversation, period. [ will deny the want and need to wrap his head around it, oh yes, but - ] It was nice of you, though. Jim likes it. I see him staring at the stars Chekov painted on his ceiling sometimes when he thinks no one's looking.

And no one in their right mind would enjoy snow when it's meant to be hot day - or night. Climate change is never a good product of boredom.

[hexuality]

You're talking to a witch, products of boredom are open to interpretation.

[And she downs her drink and sets it aside on the bar, kicking off her heels so she can go the rest of this evening barefoot (even if it's all starting to wind down). She does look pleased, though, less so now about the snow and more about what he's just told her, so she adds: ]

But if you're guessing I do half this stuff to make people happy, then you'll be right. [Don't make her flash a pout at you, Bones.] You don't like it?

[medicos]

It has nothing to do with me liking it or not.

[ no pouting. ]

Jim wants to dance in it. [ this is really the source of his aggravation. and lets just say at the thread above happens after this thread oops ]

[hexuality]

Then do it!

[She kicks one leg up, like she's trying to nudge him towards the floor without getting up.]

Loosen that tie and have some fun, Dr McCoy. And don't say you can't 'cause you danced with me—I'll know you're lying. [And another curled lock of hair falls from her updo in her enthusiasm, but she doesn't care, she's grinning and totally fixated on this.] What's the harm? I might just haul a friend out there myself, if he hasn't snuck away from me.

[God, she's like a meerkat, look how she balances on the bottom rung of the barstool as she stands to scan the room.]

[medicos]

He'll drag me, anyway.

[ ginny is going to bear witness to the most basic concept of their friendship: jim wants to do the thing, bones tells him not to do the thing, jim ignores him and does the thing and drags bones with him, and bones curses his name to hell and back and helps him do the thing anyway.

but enough about them. ]

'He', princess? Who is 'he' and why haven't I heard of him yet before?

[ FATHERMODE: ON. ]

[hexuality]

[This is the biggest eyeroll ever, Merlin's beard.]

His name is Bucky Barnes and he's as good as a brother to me so don't get your knickers in a twist. I haven't dated anyone in the City since my ex-boyfriend went home almost two years ago.

[Well, that's depressing. She plops back down in her barstool and it rocks merrily under her as she reaches over to grab a handful of crunchy things in a bowl to munch on.

Around a full mouth of chewing,] You've got a look. What's that look.

[ARE YOU BEING OVERPROTECTIVE...]

[medicos]

[ NO HE'S NOT... ]

What look.

[hexuality]

[She waves her handful of bar snacks at him, swallowing before she starts grinning.]

You've got a look. Are you—? [Her breath hitches into a laugh as she rocks back in her stool.] Godric's balls.

[medicos]

[ he might be fighting down a smirk. ]

You kiss your mother with that mouth, young lady? [ and who the hell is godric? ]

[hexuality]

No, because Mum smothers me in a hug before I can do anything else.

[She cannot. Stop laughing.]

You're so sweet. [She can guess what you're up to, sir.] I'll be fine. Go dance with Jim.

[medicos]

Then I'd better hide before he finds me so I don't have to.

[ speaking of which he's fast approaching - ! ]

I'll see you later, princess.

[hexuality]

Ta!

[She just waves him off when he goes, grinning all the while.

Maybe she throws some bar snacks after him like a shower of confetti mingling with the snow. And she settles into her chair and just watches the last of her party go by.]