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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[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?]