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Who: Anyone attending Nami's birthday party. /o/
What: ...Nami's birthday party. 8|
When: Evening on the 4th July.
Where: The mikan orchard.
Summary: An impromptu last minute stubborn celebration of something that's fun.
Rating: ...P for pinwheels? 8|a

[Tis a mingling post. Mingle! Seriously. The orchard's lit up, there is alcohol, there are snacks, there are mikan. There's also piles of coloured paper for much later, but that's another story.

Backtag to your heart's content. We apologise for contributing to the glut of birthday posts that is early July. |D Popular month!]

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I've been better. [Bluntly. :|] But so have you. Has the idiot come home yet?

Idiot? ...oh. [You must mean Ragna. :|] No. He hasn't.

[Huff. Figures.]

You know why he hasn't come back, right? It's not your fault.

[...]

I know. He just needs more time.

[...8( C'mere and let Nami hug you. Briefly. And then sort of hug-drag you in the direction of catering.] Well. Let's drink to Ragna being an idiot, then.

[Ahaha. sdjfdksah Well, yes, hugs are all good among other things, and she certainly won't refuse one from Nami. Drag her away.]

Drink? Are you sure about that? [When she drinks, it doesn't usually end well, you know.]

[Are you kidding, Noel. It ends spectacularly. Besides, maybe Ragna will materialise out of nowhere and give us Disapproving Scowls (TM) again.] Just one. Trust me, I will police what you drink. Seeing as you're more of a lightweight than a shaved kitten.

[STARE.] Seeing as I'm what?

[Bursting into giggles. NO SHAME, SORRY NOEL.] I mean you get drunk on half a glass of alcohol, Noel. It's kind of cute.

Edited 2012-07-20 20:27 (UTC)

[IT'S EMBARRASSING, OKAY.]

I-It's not like I was already drinking alcohol before I met you! This is a matter of assimilation! Assimilation!

Assimilation...? [What. Does that word have to do with anything. *_* Nami blinks at her for a second, and then breaks out into a wide grin.] Well, come on over here and assimilate a Going Merry, then. I'll make it so it's not as strong.

[Can't she make big words!! ;_; Look how smart she is, Nami! Just like you always wanted!!!]

You would? [Well, then! That changes everything!] That's great! I don't think I could even handle one of those!

[Even if that was just pointed out, but HEY.]

[Maybe Nami likes her women as dumb blondes, Noel, gawd. ...which fits with certain fandom views, actually.]

Nope. But we'll make a drinker of you yet.

...just not tonight. [Throwing up all over her orchard sounds unattractive. 8|a To the drinks table! /o/]

[Then she's the woman for you!]

Another day! [Thank goodness for that. Noel's just going to follow her to the table.] What's in a Going Merry, anyway?

Edited 2012-07-27 02:43 (UTC)

Vodka, orange, pineapple juice, grenadine...a couple other things. [That you probably wouldn't recognise. |D] Asch invented it.

Asch? [Blink.] That name... something about it sounds familiar.

He used to run the bar with Guy, way back when we first got here. Redhead. He and Luke are identical.

[.............]

Oh. [...] R-Right, the bar!

[Luke's...]

I wonder what kind of person he's like, to name a drink the Going Merry...

An unimaginative one. He asked people in Luceti for a name. That's my choice. [Didn't they already talk about this? Then again, that was...the last time Noel had a Going Merry...aha. 8|a]

That's right. [Shush, you. It's been a while.] The Going Merry was your idea! It was... um... It was the...?

Our first ship. He carried us a long time.

Going Merry...

[Humdeedum.]

I-In that case, let's drink in his honor! [...] That's what you're supposed to do, right?

Right. [Here, she was obviously making you a drink this whole time. >_>a Nami hands it over. True to her word, it's about half potency. You...might do better with it? 8D?]

To the Going Merry.

[Maybe. Oh, but what's the worry? It's not like she's going to stumble home buzzed or anything. Nope.]

To the Going Merry! [Drinks up!!]

[Down the hatch \8D/

...and now peering at Noel over the top of her glass to see how she handled hers.]