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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[namisan]

[Look, she's seen him in the aftermath of alien orgies, but that was at least censored and his own idiocy on display. Nami saw more than she's really comfortable with for all kinds of reasons, but hey.]

So now we've discussed that we can never mention it ever again, right?

[collegedropout]

[He's red from head to toe, thanks.

This is the worst morning after.]

Never again, right. That's... That's a good idea.

You got it.

[namisan]

Doesn't change anything. [Pointedly.

...then she grins, crookedly. It kind of helps that he's gone so red. So lightly:] Once I scrub that visual, anyway.

[collegedropout]

... We could, um. Scrub it away with coffee?

Lots of coffee and maybe a pan to the head.

[namisan]

I'll hold the pan in reserve. [She gets up finally, reeling a little with a frown, rubbing the side of her face.]

...it's been a long time since my last hangover, anyway. Kinda glad they're not a thing more often. C'mon. [She holds out a hand.]

[collegedropout]

[... Well, he's been through more embarrassing mornings.

He sighs but takes her hand, eager for coffee and time to distance himself from that whole conversation. (Maybe he'll even come to appreciate it someday).]