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]

[Two.]

[Not what he'd expected, upon hearing not many. He'd thought much more than that. A dozen. In his timeline it made less sense for them to be exploring space, as they'd still be focusing on rebuilding their civilisation and the population to its (former) height. The collective trauma of losing a planet would linger on for a long, long time, and Spock isn't sure whether he's unhappy that the pain is bringing them together, or angry that it exists at all.]

[But Vulcan survives, in the other timeline. Thrives.]

[He doesn't particularly want to know, as curious (as hopeful) as hopeful as he is, and that thought joins the dead end he's reached, with Chakotay. The man is much easier to read (according to Spock) than Jim or McCoy. He's less emotional, and subtleties are Spock's language as much as logic is.]

I intend to.

[Humans don't endear themselves, to Spock. It took Jim a year, saving his life, and breaking the Prime Directive. It took Nyota several weeks, to appeal to his mind, and they've beaten the path for Kathryn Janeway. She laughed at his jokes, when most people weren't even aware he was making them.]

I was under the impression the crew would be more varied, in the future.

[Another thing people don't expect from Spock. Casual remarks. Sure, Jim and McCoy talk constantly and say a lot with it, but it's rare that Spock shares that with them. His words always have purpose.]

[chakotay]

It is. [ and far more now that the maquis crew has integrated with the starfleet one. ] We have a great deal of people from various places and backgrounds, some even enemies turned allies. [ and allies turned enemies who are no longer on the ship. ] Our crew make-up might not be the best basis for an assumption about the future.

[ things change, reality alters, the universe and its occupants change daily. organizations rise and fall in the blink of an eye. ]