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When: 19th
Rating: TBC
Characters: You!
Summary: A shindig at the beach for the best navigator in Starfleet.
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[ OOC: Feel free to assume your character has received an invite to the party via their inbox or word of mouth for Chekov's birthday! Everyone is welcome except you, Khan and presents are mandatory for the Enterprise's young navigator. Please tag under either section to keep the party somewhat ordered, and have fun! ]

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[lefthandedgenius]

[Lydia grins, but it's an inclusive thing.] Oh, I'm not twenty-one yet but I certainly don't pay for my drinks. That said, driving a guy nuts with the faux lesbian act? I've always wanted to try that!

[mightbeconcussed]

[ Lucy grins. She wasn't paying for her drinks before she was twenty-one either, but she figured it was best to be 'legal' and all of that. ]

I would totally kiss you. You know if you ever wanted to try it out. It'd be fun. I'm already totally cradle robbing Pavel. I might as well cradle rob you. I can be whatever a cougar is before they're a cougar.

[lefthandedgenius]

[Lydia laughs, highly amused.] C'mon, you're not that much older. I mean, don't you have to be at least ten years or so older to be called Mrs. Robinson?

[candothat]

[Pavel is doing his personal best to talk to absolutely everyone on the beach. Unfortunately, everyone on the beach will need to wait until after Lucy and Lydia, as one is his girlfriend, the other is very knowledgeable, and both of them are very beautiful. (He, however, looks a little less beautiful. With some careful styling, Chekov could look fine covered in sand; as it is, he looks more like a drenched puppy in god-awful swim trunks and with a peeling nose.)

He dashes up to them, all smiles and doing nothing to dissuade comparisons to puppies.]

Lucy, Lydia! You know each other?

[lefthandedgenius]

Well, you've told me a lot about her, so when we met it practically felt like we did! Right, Lucy?

[Lydia's grin is positively full of conspiracy.]

[mightbeconcussed]

Twenty-six later this month. Not quite Mrs. Robinson. Also, no Mrs. part but yeah. I'm not sure if I'm supposed to count the year or so I was dead or the several months I was home. I've just kind of been going by this place's calendar more than anything.

[lefthandedgenius]

You were dead? Do I want to know that story, or do we need to be drunk for that?

[mightbeconcussed]

Overall, I don't mind saying. I was murdered by an actual person and not the City or a curse. If you want details though, there's going to be alcohol.

[ She's not opposed to talking about it. It's been a little while and she's died once again due to a curse only to wake up alive the next day. ]

[lefthandedgenius]

That's fair. Whenever you're inclined and with whatever amount of booze that needs to be applied as necessary.

[mightbeconcussed]

Deal. You'll be the first to know when I want to spill all the gory details. [ Most of the people that know what happened to her are gone, including the person that did them. Chekov knows some things because he's the reason she's alive now. ]