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

[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.

[collegedropout]

Brook's a skeleton, Nami. He doesn't even... haf muscles and a brain to get tired.

[He flops against her tiredly, not even bothering to be modest right now. It's a contrast to the nervous guy fidgeting in his bed at her joking advances - maybe because by now he's learned better, knows Nami is safe ground, that he can just be a drunk idiot around her and the strawhats and not... freak out. About as much.

Like, usually he just sits and mopes when he's drunk lately.

It's nice. To just be his usual drunken self.

He sighs.]

Man, look at that sky. Isn't it f--friggin' cool?

[Sam's seen a hell of a lot of starry skies, but this one's really friggin cool, okay?]

[namisan]

Very cool. [She's seen some glorious night skies and this one doesn't measure up, but it's clear and beautiful in its own right and drunkenness tends to put some amazing rose-coloured glasses on. She wipes wet hair out of her face with the back of her wrist, still supporting Sam on one side, and takes another drink before shuddering a little.]

Very cool and very cold. Here, hold this.

[Don't drop my whiskey, man. But I'm gonna start steering us back out of the water. In a kind of...meander-y fashion.]

[collegedropout]

[Sam will do whatever you want man, he's your butler.

He holds the bottle obediently, looking pleased with this whooole situation.]

I've had colder. [Whether he's talking about Lucifer and the Cage or hunting out in snow, who knows. But he seems entirely okay with the chilly weather.] I'd give you my jacket, but, uh.

[It's soggy. :|]

[namisan]

Your jacket'd weigh me down and drown me. [Your size vs. her size man. She's not privy to Lucifer's coldness, so at least she misses that possible reference.]

C'mon. Let's go find somewhere warmer. The bonfire. Unless you've had enough? ['cause you are kinda swaying an awful lot.]

[collegedropout]

[He yawns a little, as if she'd set it off herself.]

Dunno. Man, I think I'm really, really drunk.

[NO S H I T sam]

But I can walk fine. M'good, m'good, let's — I'm hungry, actually. We should get something. Then crash and regret it tomorrow morning, but whatever. It's your birthday, regret comes with the package.

[namisan]

[She's laughing a bit by the time he finishes, but yeah okay. Steering back to the food table. At least with so much fruit/salad related snacks there's a lot that appeals, right?]

You got it. Keep holding my drink an' I'll get us a bunch of food to go. Remind me to thank the ponies in the morning.

[collegedropout]

I'm not drunk enough for that comment. But aright.

[He leans happily in the direction of the food and focuses on not making an ass of himself (... any more than usual). He's a loser who doesn't really get much food to go, but he is clearly out of his usual zone by eating things that Dean would approve of before he leaves. Gotta eat all the little weird cakes. Thankyou. Thank yoooou thanks.

8Tb]

.... How do ponies cook without fingers?

Is this another Chopper situation?

[namisan]

[Don't sweat it, Sam, most of the snacks are kind of your thing. Nami's just as big a fan of rabbit food, apparently.]

I find I sleep better at night if I just don't ask the big questions, Sam. [She hands him a plate and blinks owlishly, then kinda starts gently pushing him shipwards. And by gently, it's not at all that she's using him for balance.]

C'mon. I'll make sure you don't get mugged by a stiff breeze on the way home.

[collegedropout]

[Like a total gent, he offers his arm for her to slip hers through.

... So we can each be a leg, obviously. :D;;]

You gonna make sure I don't get kidnapped by tipsy aliens this time?

[namisan]

Depends on how much they offer me. [Yes okay arm holding is good we can keep each other upright.] I mean... you know I could make a huge amount of cash filming the whole thing, right?

[collegedropout]

[He looks just a bit mortified. Because apparently the mental image of your friend filming a sex tape for you is, yanno, just on that level. Who knew.]

Gross.

[And apparently this is a good time for understatements.]

I'd rather you tranquilize me and drag me home before I, um, y'know, make more bad life choices.

[ONWARD, TO A BED. ONE THAT WON'T INVOLVE SEXY SPACE ALIENS.

By the time they actually get back, Sam's face-planting the bed and abandoning soggy layers until he's down to the scandalous 'one layer' that is so very rare for Winchesters.]