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]

[ in contrast, bones leans further into the table, arms resting on the flat surface and hands clasped around his glass as he listens to her. his eyes are turned away, however, and pinned to the picture of jim walking around the party and chatting up with friends and strangers alike, being the life of the party that he is. even in such a state of relaxation, bones' eyes are trained to watch every single one of jim's actions to make sure that he's fine. that he's not eating anything that'd make him fall to the ground in less than five seconds flat, that he's not accidentally insulting anyone.

that he's happy, despite the situation they're involved in. ]

Whatever Spock and I talk about when it comes to Jim is just that. We talk. We don't get along, aside from the fact that it's in our best interests to keep Jim alive and safe. [ in fact, that stunning conclusion in itself is what started this non-friendship in the first place - and then some. ] Something that I think you already no doubt know about us.

[ he pauses, watching with a small, crooked smile on his face as jim says something to ginny that makes her flustered and embarrassed before he stalks off to bother someone else. it's perhaps very telling, though, that bones has come to that conclusion with regards to his relationship with spock ( or the lack thereof ) and can talk about it with only a scowl on his face to accompany his words. death certainly changes some things, although not by much ( he still hates spock, and he's later on, he's going to hate him further by making a perfect tasting cake like the smug little shit that he is ). ]

But I know enough about the guy to know that's got a stubborn streak a mile wide, just like you. He'd do the same in your stead. So I wouldn't ever tell that idiot to stop. He'd take it as a challenge to go further. That's not exactly what I want, either.

[ boldly going where no one's gone before, right? it's a knowledge gained, of course, from being friends with him for so long, from peeling off all the defences jim has put up around him and seeing the boy who wants so desperately to be a man, to be acknowledged by someone that he's not just some fluke, that he's meant for something special. bones would be an idiot to deny jim that, although he does it so very well then jim's ego needs to be punctured once or twice before it balloons into somethng he can't control any further. ]

I take the lesser of two evils if it means I can still keep an eye on him if he does something stupid again. [ a beat, then an eyebrow raise at janeway's direction. ] Doesn't mean I'll stop telling him when reckless starts becoming stupid and stupid starting turning into life-threaning. S'my job.

[ maybe not necessarily as his chief medical officer - but as his friend. ]


( OOC: no worries! also sorry for the wall of text, oops. )

[directives]

[ kathryn arches an eyebrow in a very vulcan like fashion at that "we don't get along" comment, but her expression otherwise remains impassive. with the exception of sharing what khan did in her timeline with kirk and making the offhand confirmation here and there in regards to their counterparts having done the same thing in her timeline as they did in theirs, she hasn't said a word to any of them about what became of any of them. even if she would like to see the look on mccoy's face were she to tell him he's still alive and kicking in 2375, an admiral and still driving everyone at starfleet medical batty.

there's a lot of stubborn at this table with the man who refuses to die and the woman who told the borg collective to sit down, shut up, and do things her way.

she chuckles, her lips curling upward slightly. ] I suppose that's something else he and I have in common. [ taking failure as a challenge to not only succeed, but excel at succeeding. kathryn shakes her head. ] You know, I never realized how much I was like James Kirk. I always thought that Picard [ not that you know who that is, bones, unless you're familiar with his family's winery ] or Riker would take the cake on Kirk similarities, not an eager, ambitious ex science officer.

[ boldly going where no one's gone before. she tells herself that on bad days, when her guilt's eating away at her and threatening to cast her back into the depths of the void where it nearly swallowed her whole: she's boldly going where nobody in starfleet has gone before, seeing through with one of the core principals of the federation. she did what she had to, she made the right choice, she did what starfleet would have done. that didn't mean she would ever stop feeling bad about it. that guilt would likely haunt her long after she got her crew home. ]

Good. He needs that. [ friendship, the reassurance that someone cares, and not just because he's the captain. ] To be completely honest, I envy him for having that.