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[youmakemesmall]

WHO: OPEN!
WHERE: Pete and Jan's new place
WHEN: Tonight
WARNINGS: IT'S THE 5 0. A LOT OF THEM. And drinking and maybe Mothchan flirtings.
SUMMARY: It's Pete's birthday, y'all. Also a semi-housewarming party. Time to live it up, hit orange pinatas and draaank.
FORMAT: quicklog

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[youmakemesmall]

[Jan has spoken to Lassiter several times in the past and seeing as he's a good friend to Pete, there's no reason why she shouldn't now.]

Everything okay?

[She sees the look at Mothchan, Lassi.]

it's the best face :>

[youmakemesmall]

It's kind of a biological mystery, actually. I guess there are things in this world even science can't explain.

[Moths really shouldn't live this long. Then again... she is sort of a scientific enigma, too.]

but Lassi's face is lovely :3

[youmakemesmall]

It's actually a very interesting mystery. No one really knows why they're attracted to light. Some scientists think it helps them flight straight using transverse orientation...

[Okay, not everyone finds biology as fun as she does.

But actually, she gets very distracted by bright lights. Ergo, the sunglasses.]

It's a mystery.

[youmakemesmall]

[There is a very pregnant pause. So pregnant it could be having twins.]

Excuse me?

[youmakemesmall]

No, I've never flown into a bug zapper.

[She looks thoughtful.]

I have crashed my car at night, though, because of the city lights.

[youmakemesmall]

Something like that, yeah. I can't even use desk lamps in a dark room because it's so distracting.

[Yep, alcohol is such a great social lubricant.]

[fishnets]

[Was "escorted" by him so she wouldn't get lost or whatever excuse he'd suddenly came up with (she forgot). She wasn't doing magic yet, but she did have a relatively large mason jar filled with Werther's originals and a gold ribbon tied around it. Tucked under her arm is a bottle of what seemed to be a decent Merlot in this place as a house-warming gift. No card, though.

This was totally better than a gun rack.

She's dressed like a normal, productive member of society in a little sundress and heels. Zee looks around a bit, considering where to place giftstuffs.]

[fishnets]

[Almost. She carries the gifts in her arms (which thankfully aren't too big or heavy) and inches a bit closer, leaning forward.

What the hell.]

Uh. No...? Should I? [does it talk.]