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Twenty-somethings gotta twenty-something

Who: Everyone invited, everyone gatecrashing (technically you're all invited, so...)
Broadcast: Who knows, maybe some drunken texting later on
Action: Iskaulit Pool!
When: 3 July

[It's a party for a narcissistic redhead who likes to be reminded she's alive. Come celebrate! Alternately, come sneak in and steal the food! There's a bar set up for drinks drastically lowered to cost-price or to-be-paid-later-tab, a non-alcoholic punch in case of wandering minors (spike it and Nami will end you) and random snacks.

Oh, and a pool. Which is heated. Kind of important, that part.

Step right up, I'm reliably informed we'll have Thor with his shirt off, take pictures while you can.]

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[She sighs.] Fine! There's a thing. It's a thing. A new thing. It's not super defined.

It seems like a cute thing. [Her smile is gently teasing. All she's thinking is: she hopes neither of you suddenly vanish on the other. But happiness is a great thing, take it where you can, right?] Who cares about super defining, anyway?

Yeah, it kind of is. [She smiles a little and glances over to where he is. And don't worry, she thinks about it too. How could she not? Her heart is still trying to put itself back together over Winn.]

And not this girl. Definitions are for...dictionaries. And I am not one of those. [Awkward.] I haven't actually mentioned it to anyone else yet. [Not that it's a secret. It just isn't super known. Maybe she's kept it a little bit a secret, expecting it to fall apart instead of together.]

I kinda don't think you have to. Mention it, that is. [Anyone who isn't blind is going to pick up on the whole, you know, playful thing.] But if it helps, I won't gossip about it.