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

[logistical]

I do not.

[HE DOESN'T LIKE WHERE THIS IS GOING.]

[thenormalsquint]

So no chance you're not going to dance with me tonight?

[HE WILL LIKE IT, GODDAMMIT.]

[logistical]

No. I must ascertain the status of the rest of the crew.

[SLOWLY. INCHING. AWAY.]

[thenormalsquint]

[Angela rolls her eyes so far into the back of her head. What is wrong with these people? Coming to a party and hugging walls instead of dancing? Bunch of party poopers.]

I bet they're just fine.

[logistical]

I shall substantiate that with evidence.

[BACKING. AWAY.]

[thenormalsquint]

[She sees you, Vulcan man. She sees what you are doing and there is no way you are getting away with it.]

You're gonna have to make it up to me. Maybe not tonight, maybe not even tomorrow, but you're gonna pay.

[logistical]

[Angela you are v. sweet but you have FUN COOTIES and that is absolutely Not Allowed.]

Music, perhaps.

[thenormalsquint]

Music to dance to, I hope.

[She's gonna rub them all over you, Spock.]

[logistical]

I have not yet learnt music that humans enjoy dancing to.

[thenormalsquint]

It's only a matter of time.

[She's going to give him all her dad's albums. Enjoy the noise as a respectable level, Spock.]

Now go do what you claimed you were going to do so you wouldn't have to dance with me.

[logistical]

[NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA BATSPOCK! DISAPPEARING ACT.]