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]

It's better in some ways, worse in others.

My mother's a scientist. A bio-engineer. That's where her work took her.

[hexuality]

[She's got so many questions about his answers, she isn't sure where to begin. The first bit, maybe. She stores away that information about his mum for later on.]

What d'you mean by that, better or worse?

[excelsiors]

Well, it's good because the world's easier to manage now. You can get from one place to another in no time, and the same goes for goods and services. There isn't a lot of lack. And communication's even easier, and we're doing a lot better at getting along than we did in say, the 20th century.

But on Earth everything is known. People can always get a hold of you, so there's not a lot of time to be by yourself. As in, truly alone. There isn't a lot of mystery left, which is why most people who crave that sort of thing head to the stars.

_{( he pauses, cheeks turning faintly pink. that was pretty personal, for him. )}

Sorry, I mean. It's better now. It's... it wouldn't be worth losing what we've accomplished for anything else.

[hexuality]

[She listens attentively, leaning against the wall as he talks, and then smiles when he talks about the stars, when he blushes, because she does understand in a way—and she remembers having Jim's dreams during the plague, how stars were shot through all of it, how she thinks that's what draws all of them out and up there.]

Don't apologise. You want to see and learn all you can, more than what people already know. That's brilliant. [And she means it sincerely. She dated a Ravenclaw, she's best friends with one who believes the impossible in a world filled with magic and another witch who's the brightest of her age. Knowledge and curiosity are to be admired.] Besides, I understand. I'd get bored, too. I'm a Gryffindor—jumping straight into adventure, being brave to the point of stupidity... It's what we do. If I were in your world, maybe I'd do the same thing.