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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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.]

1/2

[collegedropout]

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

[collegedropout]

[He throws a splash of cold af water at her face in retaliation.

He peels some wet hair from his face, huffing dramatically.]

A grown man who was gonna try to cut out his augment.

[I feel like a babysitter for someone with concerning tendencies okay.]

[namisan]

[...Dean does she have to revoke your grown-up status

She flails at the cold water like she's trying to push a bug away from her face, so utterly useless really. Excuse her while she sputters a bit and staggers in the water as she shakes her head, wow. Okay, she's drunk. But MORE IMPORTANTLY:]

When? [Have a splash right back you jerk.] Because we talked about it, and he should know it's a bad idea.

[Please tell her you're talking about weeks ago, Sam :|]

[collegedropout]

[Firstly...!

He accepts the splash to his face without a struggle. Humble, this creature.

Then he shakes his head.]

It was a little while ago... Honestly, uh. I worry about him a lot... here and there, y'know? He's my brother. Jus' feels like I'm always worried about him.

[:| Dean's just not a mentally healthy family member okay.

He wants him to be okay, okay.]

[namisan]

He's your brother. If you didn't worry, I'd worry. [But also yes, this is a mentally unhealthy brother, even she can see that much. Nami frowns, listing to the side as she's hit by a wave, but she keeps her feet.]

...I should talk to him. I remember what happened last time someone tried. It wasn't good.

[collegedropout]

[He nods. Then hiccups. Maybe he should drink more.]

S'a nice thought... Don't know if he'd listen, but...

[He shakes his hair, spraying water, sniffling from the assault the cold's had on his nose.]

M'glad there are people who can look out for him.

[namisan]

[She cups her palm over the bottle of whiskey, don't you dare get salt water in it.]

He'll listen about as much as you do, I bet.

[:D But. Seriously.]

Try not to worry yourself into the ground, Sam.

[collegedropout]

[He leans on Nami, looking kindly her direction.]

Have you met me?

[He grins lazily before a yawn rounds his chest and shoulders for a second, before slouching even more on her, just to tease and annoy her.]

Man, mmm'friggin' tired. M'getting oooold.

[namisan]

Sam, don't--

[I'm not sober enough for this, you lean on her and she tries to lean on uh

the ocean whoops

splash?

Look, she's amazing and manages to keep the bottle from going under, so don't worry. Nami comes back up spluttering and snickering with a hand fisted in his shirt.]

Brook is older than you are and it doesn't stop him from dancing all over the place. Stop complaining.