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.]

Comments

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.]

[theroadwarrior]

[He looks about ready to complain.

And then he looks about ready to shrink back.

And then he just looks confused as all get out, standing there with the box in hand.]

... Why?

[It seems he's gonna cycle through every single question buzzword.]

[namisan]

Because it's delicious and I'll be sad if you go without. Don't disappoint me, it's my birthday.

[:D

But seriously, Max. She won't make you stay, but take the damn cake. That way she can at least pretend you were there to pretend-enjoy yourself.

Plus also: delicious.]

[theroadwarrior]

[... Well. He doesn't want to, uh. Disappoint.

He totally does go after a moment of uncertainty, but he takes the box with him.







He goes off to sit on his own, on the shore; he pops open the beer and remembers what the taste of cake is. And hey, if someone hums "mmmm" when he takes a bite and nobody is around to hear it, does he really make a noise?]