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

[candothat]

I hope that they might be useful, also.

[Because getting lost somewhere without a way to tell time or directions? Totally a thing that can happen in the City.]

September nineteenth--not such a long time. [And now Ginny is the first person in the City who knows Chekov's birthday. Well done.]

[hexuality]

Even in a place like this? The stars are all wrong.

[She's not Starfleet but she knows her sky, day or night. Astronomy was always a fascinating class to her.]

Perfect, a month. Thank you. You'll be—nineteen?

[candothat]

Yes, even here! I have been studying the movement of the stars, and at first I thought that it was random, but there's enough of a pattern to make navigation possible with an error margin of maybe five degrees. Sometime I will show you where this planet's pole star is.

[Birthdays are harder than navigating. Thank you, City.]

More or less. I only turned eighteen three months ago at home.

[hexuality]

I'd like that. And we can include it in the guide we'll write someday.

[She means that.]

Mm, so you get to choose if you want to celebrate it now or not, then?

[candothat]

Yes, of course--with a chart, maybe.

[And by maybe, he means that there will likely be a chart within the next few days.]

I would confuse myself by not counting this birthday, but maybe I won't celebrate it.

[hexuality]

No, it's your birthday. Odd timing or not, you deserve to have people celebrate the day you were born. [She slings an arm around his shoulders, grinning.] Does your captain know? I'll tell him. I'll tell your whole bloody crew. Spock can probably make you a cake, he did mine.

[candothat]

Spock bakes? [CLEARLY the most relevant part of that.] No, of course he does. He does everything very well.

[hexuality]

You know him better than I do. He doesn't normally?

[candothat]

He never brings cake to the bridge, that's all that I know. You have charmed the entire crew.

[hexuality]

I have not, thank you.

[Except she's laughing again.]

He said in his culture, guests prepare food for the host. I wasn't about to refuse, that would've been rude.