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]

[Hahaha NOPE. Though she's curious, she's also drunk too much herself, and combined with her antibiotics it's not long before she shifts comfortably on the bed and tucks the far corner of Sam's blanket over her shoulders. Still listening, I swear. But her eyes drift shut and she dozes off with a goofy smile on her face.

This sleeping together thing seems to be becoming a habit, Sam. Just in the entirely comfy and literal fashion. (Shippers in the Atroma audience are probably frustrated af but too bad.) And sleep is restful enough at first, shot through with colourful and bizarre bits of dreams.]