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]

[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?

[collegedropout]

Always fighting monsters, e-yup. Story of my life!

[He wags a heavy hand, as if brushing off her questions. He's so chill though, he's trying to be a good wall to lean on (if not slightly swaying, okay).]

But s'not important, really. It passed a few months ago.

Once you've had thirty, you've had plenty, right.

[namisan]

[Sam we're practically dancing here maybe you should sit down--

Hold the phone.]

You didn't say anything.

[SEE THIS FACE. See this finger jabbing into your ribcage. >:|] You're meant to tell me these things.

[collegedropout]

[ow rude]

'Course I didn't, it's just a birthday. An old man's birthday. S'not much to talk about.

I barely keep track of them!

[He's missed them on more than one occasion, man.]

Besides, they're cursed. It's not worth the hassle.

[namisan]

Brook's an old man. You're just an old soul. [She doesn't quite mean that literally, but drunken people sometimes hit the nail on the head.]

And if they're cursed, even more so you should have a good one some time. [She frowns.] If I ask why they're cursed I'm not gonna like the answer, am I.

[collegedropout]

[snort.

Where is the nearest bottle, he needs a little extra sippy-sippy, Nami.]

Nope, you usually don't like it. It's just not a good day, alright? You know, just one of those days where things usually aren't going well and life's busy. [Despite the heaviness that might accompany such a thing, he sounds downright dismissive of it, like it's a wet pantleg cuff he elects to just sundry. He's flustered as he nudges her, as if trying to get her to have a good time.] I like yours more, anyway.

[namisan]

[You needs some, she needs some. Nami snags said nearest bottle from the cake table, holding it up. To drink it herself, get your own.] Of course you like mine more. [Said breezily.] I'm way cuter and my friends are the best.

Don't think I won't ask you later. [She's not gonna ruin her own party okay she's here to have fun.] Cheers.

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[collegedropout]

[He holds up an invisible bottle, pretending to clink the air against her own bottle.

He's totally responsible enough to know his limit, alright.]

Cheers.

[collegedropout]

.......

You wanna see how cold the water is?

[namisan]

[Mission success: looming responsible man too drunk to stop her taking beer now. (Admittedly looming responsible man still somewhat successful on account of just being wobbly enough she has to keep one hand braced against him while she drinks, but whatever.) She downs it with a sense of smug satisfaction and gives him a wide lopsided grin.]

You first, baby giraffe.

[collegedropout]

Hey — god, Crowley calls me a giraffe.

[He makes the most sour face, but he does get up and help drag her up too.]

You're not gonna lecture me on how I shouldn't swim around drunk in the dark?

[namisan]

I've fished bigger idiots than you out of the water. [She drains her drink.] Just so you know, though. After everything that conspires to kill you on a regular basis, if you die a drowning drunken death, I will laugh so hard.

...drowning drunken death. [Snrk. She likes that. Sue her, the alcohol might be going to her head.]

[collegedropout]

That's no way to talk about your crew.

[He slurrrrs, but staggers up and starts taking his shoes off rather pathetically.

Sitting is clearly a better plan, but he refuses.]

Come on, pirate! Practice in case you're marooned.

[namisan]

I'm sorry, have you met me? [Cheerfully. She'll reach out to help him take those shoes off, tucking them under the snacks table, and wobbles to her feet herself. She's nowhere near as drunk as Sam, but she has to admit she's kind of... getting there. Oh well. CHEERS.]

I'll have you know if I'm marooned, I'm not swimming anywhere. I'll make... a raft.

[C'mon, you. She's gonna snag an arm. Water's this way.]

[collegedropout]

[He gives her a snooty younger-older-brother look, nose all wrinkled.]

Ooo, is that so? What if the island is just sand? What then?

[Because clearly you'd just be stuck on a sandbar.

Obviously.

But lead the way, he totally needs your compass skills.]

[namisan]

[omg sam don't be greedy you can't be both]

Then I'll make a ...

[Shit. Um.]

A sandboat. Pack it just right I bet it'll be fine. Or! I could turn it into glass. Think I could sail a glass boat?

[Heh. But.]

I'd probably have to swim. If it's just sand I bet I'd drown before I could make anything. Sploosh. Under water. [She waves her free hand like... idk waves over her head or something.]

[collegedropout]

Wouldn't a glass boat get really hot in the sun...

[That would suck omfg.]

Don't get all morbid on me! I'm too drunk to get worried now!

[But he will save you, you'll never drown, he swears okay. He puts a hand on her shoulder like he's gonna totally defend her against the waters.]

You don't think there's any spirits in the water, do you?

[namisan]

[Yeah and she couldn't shape the glass properly it'd be this crude jagged thing that probably wouldn't float geez she wonders what happens if you strike sand with enough lightning what kind of glass you'd get is she armed in this situation does she have like ways of just oh she could just create a road across the ocean k bye boy--

She startles at the hand do you mind I'm tunnel visioning here. And blinks and glances from that to the water and back and then grins as what he says sinks in.]

I'll have you know I'm one of the best swimmers ever. I have to be, do you know how much of my crew just. Just sinks? [It's a friggin' outrage. But Sam, she appreciates the thought. Wisely she shakes her head at the question.]

Nah. At least not yet.

[brb snagging some of the whiskey. This is totally the kind of spirits you meant right.]

[collegedropout]

You'd think Luffy would just float.

[Being all stretchy like rubber and whatnot.

But WHATEVER NAMI.

Sam is just doing the Winchester Thing and rushing into this without fear of pain. You know, the thing that normal people actually worry about. He splashes into the water and immediately huffs an offended breath.]

Holy shit, that's cold!

[And yet he's still a-goin'.

Sam Jr. is not impressed with this bullshit. He's doing his best not to fall over in it and make matters worse. :|]

[namisan]

If he floated it would solve all our problems. I'd just build a raft out of him. [I'm still stuck on this desert island thing can you tell. Though she laughs at his swearing at the water. No duh, genius.]

Here! [She's not drunk enough to lob bottles at him yet, so she just takes a long drink of whiskey and holds the bottle out.] This'll warm you up some.

[Well, she's not wrong. It's not the greatest idea on the other hand.]

[collegedropout]

[He wrinkles his nose at her, but totally... takes the drink anyway.]

I feel like you're about to make a raft outta me...

[:| is that why you're fueling me with booze]

[namisan]

[Insert riding Sam jokes here]

Well, you're big enough. But I'm not convinced you're watertight. I bet one decent wave and you'll just... flail and sputter and go under.

[Like that one coming in. It's small and gentle, but how's your balance? Don't worry, if it looks like you might go under she'll rescue the booze. :D]

[collegedropout]

[He nods sagely.]

That's true, yeah. Just a lot of flailing and sputtering. But hey, you're not the only one who's rescued people out of water! [OH GOD THIS WAVE IS SO COLD BUT IMMA JUST ACCEPT THIS FATE.] M'a hunter, remember? I fish people out of water all the time. Aaaall the time. Water wraiths are the worst.

[ramble ramble ramble

... And a pause to drink. :D]

God, that's good. I should save some for Dean —

... I haven't checked on him lately, I should...

[His brow wrinkles worriedly. If he sounds like a babysitter its okay he totally has taken this title.]

[namisan]

[Nami smiles sweetly at him.]

Sam.

[Wait a second, let her just take that bottle back before she... shoves you off balance into the water, still talking cheerfully.]

Dean's a grown man. Pretty sure he can do without you for one night. [She does generally believe that, by the by; the guy's self-sufficient and probably would wanna punch Sam for looming too much lbr.] You can breathe drunken fumes all over him in the morning. I'll even help.

[How that works logically, who knows.]

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[collegedropout]

[SPLASH OH GOD WHY IT'S SO COLD MY DANGLY BITS ARE SHRIVELED-