Goodbye Dollet and Thanks for All the Fish! (backdated to Sept 28)

[om_nom_namur]

Characters: EVERYONE!!! And any "local" NPCs you want to make up
Location: A warehouse down by the wharf
Rating: G+? idk people will do as they will do
Open/Closed/Finished: Open
Summary: It's an excuse to pump dance music really really loudly, tbh.

The party was put together ridiculously fast, but everyone who decided to help went all out, and the place is pretty damn awesome. There are refreshments, strobe lights, a loudass music setup, and lots of space to dance. Come on in and have a blast! Garden will be sailing off in the morning, and then it's back to school. Time to get in that last hurrah!

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[thatched]

Thatch had noticed her hovering around the snack bar and otherwise being unobtrusive, watching with sharp eyes. He knew her by reputation, and had seen her often enough to place a name with the face and a brief description. Right now she looked like a solider looking for trouble to stop. And who was he to disappoint?

"Having fun, Miss?" he asked, uncapping the whiskey bottle and liberally spiking the punch. "It's a riot, isn't it?"

[gunbladegrrl]

She watched that gesture with bland disapproval. So much for her getting anything to drink tonight, and she expected she'd been spending most of her time here warning people, now.

"It isn't my kind of scene, honestly."

[thatched]

That look, little girl, just makes him want to rebel more. It's almost instinctive for someone like him. But he would hold off on that since she knew Namur. Unless she just crashed it to rain on everyone's fun and then he'd tweak her nose without concern.

"So how do you know that old shark?" he asked filling up a paper cup and offering it to her.

[gunbladegrrl]

"What, Namur? We spent some time comparing technique in weaponry and fighting, and I was the SeeD overseeing his field exam." Which frankly was kind of funny, this teenage girl being responsible for the fishman's evaluation...

[thatched]

"Then I suppose I have to thank you for passing him." Not that Namur would need her help. Maybe in support but put a team behind him that knew what they were doing and there was nothing he couldn't plow through. But the team needed to be more than half-baked teenagers who didn't even know what they were fighting for. Not really. Thatch takes a sip from the cup.

"In that case, isn't it your party, too? You should celebrate."

[gunbladegrrl]

"For me, it was just another mission. And he earned his passing grade. Barely," she said, unable to help but crack a smile at Namur's expense. "But wild parties... aren't my style. I'm not much of a party girl at all."

[thatched]

Barely. Hmph. Only by mere circumstance did he barely make it, Thatch was sure. Or he didn't have the right support. If he were there, Namur would have passed no problem--which was probably the reason he wasn't. Bastards.

"And have you ever tried going wild? How do you know you wouldn't like it?"

[gunbladegrrl]

"Have you ever tried sticking a dagger in your eye?" The 'how do you know' argument never sat well with her, after any number of times in her youth when it had been used on her to try to persuade her away from her goals and dreams and onto a new path.

[thatched]

"That's hardly the same thing. Risking having a good time won't kill you." Well it might kill her. Though he wasn't quite drunk or angry enough to say so. But that was the thing, he supposed. Some people knew how to party and some just knew how to hold up a wall, scowl, and try to ruin everyone else's fun.

[gunbladegrrl]

Hey, she wasn't here to ruin anyone's fun unless said fun looked to engulf the city in fire and chaos! (And it ought to say something that she believed that could totally happen.) She shrugged. "Thrashing around on a dance floor just isn't my thing, any more than nerding out about gunblades is most other people's thing."

[thatched]

"Fair enough." She could do what she liked as far as he was concerned. He finished his cup and nodded satisfactorily. If people weren't reeling in a few hours he wasn't doing his job right.

"Hope you manage to get a smile or two out of the night anyway, miss," he said amicably enough. Hard to be annoyed with someone with this much punch sitting in your belly.

[gunbladegrrl]

"Oh, don't get me wrong," she said with a sly smile. "I'm definitely enjoying watching all of you guys out there on the dance floor. That's a show worth the price of entry."

[thatched]

"Then I shall endeavor to entertain you," Thatch said with a ridiculous bow. He didn't really get this girl, but on the other hand he had other and more interesting people to spend time with this evening.

"Have fun, darlin'," and with a tiny salute he drained his third cup and headed back out onto the dance floor.