Happy Twenty...Somethingish...

[namisan]

Who: Anyone!
Broadcast: N/A
Action: A nice stretch of beach.
When: The night of this post.

[It's a party!  Or it's an excuse to enjoy yourself and drink with friends, whatever.  Beach, bonfire, booze, birthday cake, and maybe a beach volleyball game sob. Anyone who knows Nami is invited, but if you just want to wander by and get dragged into the festivities, well hey!  It's a public beach.

In short, it's a mingle log for having one hell of a night.  The ponies are in charge of this party, so you just know it's gonna be festive.]

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Super Duper Party Pony #1 GO!

[spontaneouscombustion]

[It'll be one heck of a party alright. The two party ponies have put their all into this beach bash. The beach is warm, clear, and sunny with gentle waves, the bonfire is burning hot and high into the twilight sky, this is clearly the place to be. And the centerpiece of the feast is a three-tier orange spice cake, with a delicately orange-flavored white icing, with candles somehow shaped into "2?" on such short notice.

Pinkie herself will be sampling each of the vegetarian entrees, playing a few rounds of volleyball, and of course checking on the birthday girl now and again to gauge her satisfaction.]

EYYYY

[namisan]

[Hopefully nobody minds the vegetarian entrees, but she supposes others might bring more meaty goods if they want them. EH WHATEVER SHE LIKES THEM

This is without doubt the most organised party she's ever had.]

You weren't kidding about this setup. [She's slicing herself a thin sliver of orange cake and wondering if she can steal any liquor while Sam isn't looming.] Thanks for all this effort!

[spontaneouscombustion]

Hee, you're super-duper welcome, I'M glad you love it~! We're not the best super duper party pony couple ever for nothing~!

[Oh that's cu-- actually, the "couple" part might not be Fleet-common knowledge just yet.]

[namisan]

Party pony couple, huh? [She lifts her eyebrows in curiosity. Too late, Pinkie Pie.]

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

[Arthur approaches her with a smile while she's sampling a vegetarian entree. It makes sense with her being a pony. He's looking a lot happier since they last talked.]

I heard you're one of the hosts of this party. It's really great; you did a great job.

[spontaneouscombustion]

Oh, hey! You're Arthur, right? Hee, thanks, me and Cheesy did a pretty nice job, if I do say so myself! How're you doing?

shut up

[theroadwarrior]

[Max is covert as fuck, thank you.

So he swoops in and swoops out like a magic Australian dudemissile.

But before he goes, he leaves a present on the table (unwrapped, do you think this is a game).]



[There, payment for saving his bacon against a crying child.]

never

[namisan]

[That is awfully cute, Max. But don't think you're getting away that easily :|

That is to say, you are intercepted by one (1) navigator just as you leave the very fringes of the party. You might be covert, but she's a damn thief and she pays attention to people with shiny things as a matter of course.]

[theroadwarrior]

[................ brgfffh.]

... What?

[namisan]

You can't leave. [So sorry. Then she shoves a small dinner-sized box into his hands.] Not without this, anyway. Thanks for the present.

[She'll pause just long enough to make sure you don't try to throw it away, but then she'll go. Enjoy your slice of birthday cake and bottle of beer, Max.]

yooooo

[collegedropout]

[Mkay, so, uh. Awkward. The last time Sam got really shitfaced was with Cas on that waystation — and then he ended up sleeping with a bunch of hot alien chicks. But look, he's not gonna go doing that again! He refuses Cas' wiles about orgies. Regardless, Sam had taken it upon himself to take most of the liquor Nami got her hands on, trying to keep her from drinking too much when she's still on antibiotics.

But see, he's easy to get drunk, it's a fact. A sad one, considering how tall he is. Maybe it doesn't help that, even though he's more muscle than he was last year, he's still a kinda lanky dude.

He's totally drunk, btw.

But hey, Sam is actually a pretty happy drunk. A touchy-feely, happy drunk. He's got a sort of warm, dorky glow about him, cheeks and ears red and turning a bit into a newborn deer whenever he rises up out of his seat. He's in the middle of telling a story about getting stuck in television channels with his brother — you could probably hear some section of it to seriously question.

He also has been offering easy-going, closer CR some booze that he sure the hell can't drink by himself. Or maybe you're one of the unlucky ones that he demonstrates his friendly affections towards; mostly him patting shoulders and saying "you're a great pal, you're a good guy/girl" or "this is really great huh" or "we should jump in the water, it can't be that cold".

C'mere, Nami, let him give you a huuuug...!]

[namisan]

[After several hours of trying to play keepaway with one (just one!) bottle of liquor, would it be awful petty of Nami to take satisfaction in how drunk Sam is becoming? Yeah. But nah. Not really. In fact, now Sam is so sloshed she's going to drink and you can't stop her, hahaha--

Wow, dude. You are drunk. Being hugged by drunken Sam is kind of like being mauled by an extra cuddly bear. Moosebear. Maybe.]

How much did you have in the end?

[collegedropout]

[He considers that for a moment, doing his best to be polite and not, like, totally slouch on Nami for balance. He's got this, he's good. He puts up a hand, like give me a second, let me think about it. But, uh.]

Not sure. Wish I knew what was in that second bottle, now that I think about it.

But that's not important; what's important is - uh, I need to get you a birthday present. I kinda' forgot about doing that, you know? Birthday celebrations aren't common in the Winchester household...

[namisan]

[It's okay dude, you can lean on her. Never mind the small stagger as she just makes sure neither of them are going to fall.]

What, too busy fighting monsters? [That is a travesty, Sam Winchester.] They should have the respect to leave a guy alone on his birthday!

...when is your birthday?

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

[Oh my God, this is hilarious. But Arthur's just going to scoot that beer bottle away from him and just hope he doesn't get hugged.] You are crazy easy to get drunk, Sam, wow.

[Also sitting is good when Sam is this drunk. The sand is warm and it's already everywhere so why not.]

[collegedropout]

I am? I guess I am.

[He grins without the same reservation he usually has. No worries, though, he won't go leaping in for strong manly embraces; he just nudges Arthur's shoulder playfully.]

Kinda weird, huh? Never good at holding my liquor...

Was trying to keep Nami from drinking too much, buuuut...

[He fans his arms out, wobbly where he sits.]

Here we are.

Super Duper Party Pony #2

[preformthisneigh]

[Cheese is happy, because of course he is. He's always better at the planning and execution part of the partying, though. Pinkie...well, she's got the personal touch, compared to him. She can flit about and be social in a way he never can.

So once he's done his part, Cheese can be found chillin' to one side, eating some snacks, contemplating a job well done. His accordion is out, and he's going though the scales, so he might not be THAT done just yet. ]

Oooooh accordion time~~~

[spontaneouscombustion]

[What's this, Cheese sticking around after his work's done? What's the world coming to?

There's one partygoer who's pretty happy about that, though, and she's coming over with two generous slices of cake balanced on her back, eyeing that accordion with interest.]

Figure you could use a fuel-up! Oooh haven't seen THAT in a while~

[preformthisneigh]

[Miracles do, indeed, happen. He grins at the sight of Pinkie (and cake, but mostly Pinkie) before nodding down at his accordion. ]

It came with me here. I figure it's a good time to use it. Give Nami a really nifty birthday song.

[namisan]

[There's a moment in which Nami just wonders how a pony can play an accordion.

...then she refuses to think about it because she has a reindeer doctor who can perform complex surgery, so whatever, honestly.]

What, all this and music too?

[preformthisneigh]

[It's probably a really, really good idea not to think about it. A+ life choice there, Nami! He grins up at her happily. ]

Absolutely! I sing a birthday song for everypony's birthday I can. It's a thing I do.

Arthur! Mostly open

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

OPEN

a)
[Arthur has to admit that he's been moping since he woke up. So when Sam suggested to go to Nami's party, he didn't fight him much. But oh God people. But he's trying to be more... outgoing, so he doesn't slink away. He watches the volleyball game with bright eyes, for once with shorts and a t-shirt on, his hair slightly wavy and natural without the gel.]

b)
[Eventually, he decides to join in. Of course he gets over enthusiastic, though, and lands on his ankle wrong while leaping around. He pushes himself up on his feet and winces, not putting weight on his right foot.] I'm okay.

[son stop]

c)
[Well, he's stuck on the sidelines now. He's frowning with his chin in his hand. He wants to play more volleyball!!]

d) Nami!

[Okay he's walking on this foot anyway, cringing at every step, but he searches out Nami, giving her a wave as he gets closer. He's got a present in his hands, wrapped neatly with a ribbon around it.] Nami! Can I steal a few moments with you?

(d) for some reason

[namisan]

[Dude, ouch. She saw that fall earlier, so Nami's actually crouched by the liquor supply and scooping out some of the smaller ice chips, wrapping them in a cloth when he hobbles over. She glances up at her name, and her frown wavers. On the one hand, he shouldn't be hobbling around, but on the other, he has a gift.

Health or present, health or present, such a dilemma--

Here, let's compromise.]

You can, so long as you sit. Hold on-- [Let her put the lid back on this cooler for you, and she pats the lid.] How's it going?

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

[The edge of his mouth twitches between a frown and a smile. He's had way worse but. He'll listen.] It's really not bad.

[But he'll sit down on the cooler, and smile.] Not bad. I'm glad I came. [He glances down at the present and then holds it out for her.] Oh, here!

[There's a box under the paper, and inside is a pretty necklace and a funny corkscrew. He's a little nervous she won't like them, so he fidgets once she's opening it.]

I hope you like them. I just thought of you with the corkscrew with the Space bar, and then I just thought the necklace was pretty.

[namisan]

[YES HERE I AM AT MY OWN PARTY

This was pretty last minute, so she's honestly happy people turned up with how little notice she gave. Kind of in awe at how fast a pair of ponies can turn out a decent setup, at that. Nami spends the night:

(a) vainly trying to drink at her own party because some tall jerk keeps taking it away from her in the name of health. Someone help a girl out here. :|

(b) distributing cake because it's goddamned delicious;

(c) Casually inviting in any passersby, be they ship passengers or the locals. It's a public beach, she doesn't intend to steal a piece of it for herself;

(d) Cheering on volleyball from a distance. Potentially placing bets if there are enough players; or

(e) Late night swimming once she actually manages to drink enough. The antibiotics and alcohol don't mix terribly badly, but they do serve to make her feel drunk for once. Once she realises she's drunk, she stops-- fun is fun, but let's not go too far.

She'll probably round off the night trying to drag a drunken Sam back home equally drunkenly, so that'll end well.]