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The rhythm of this trembling heart is beating like a drum.

Nov 09, 2010 14:02

WHO: Laurie, Aaron, & Cop Cast (open to all policey types)
WHERE: Undisclosed party location
WHEN: Tuesday Night 11/9
WARNINGS: DRUNK COPS?!
SUMMARY: Aaron's Awesome 99th Birthday Party!
FORMAT: Writer's choice! Tag yourselves in, start your own threads, socialize, etc!

( It beats for you, it bleeds for you. )

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Snack table chatting? iamjaimesommers November 9 2010, 23:45:03 UTC

Jaime had arrived early to help lay out the food (HOPE THAT MAKES SENSE) and was putting some last touches on laying out the hors d'ouevres she'd brought. As the last step, picked up a can of nuts and began to surreptitiously try to get the can open with her bionic fingernail. She'd cut halfway through when she realized the thing had a pop top, and rolled her eyes, yanking it the rest of the way off the normal way and pouring them into a bowl.

"Nuts to you," she said testily to the bowl, though clapped her mouth shut, hoping no one nearby thought she was referring to them.

ctu_savior November 10 2010, 22:40:01 UTC

Jack had to smile at that. It looked like Jaime at least had recovered fine from everything that had happened in September. "Thanks for setting all this up," he said, grabbing some nuts.

iamjaimesommers November 11 2010, 01:11:14 UTC

"Oh, no problem. Laurie really took care of almost everything, she did a great job putting everything together. I just helped a little with the food." Since she was on the other side of the table, she waved to the extensive bar nearby. "Can I get you something to drink while I'm here?"

"How've you been, anyway?"

ctu_savior November 11 2010, 20:11:31 UTC

"Yeah, sure. I'd like another beer." Why not? I don't get many chances to actually relax, he thought. And I probably ought to relax a little for Aaron. Jack was fully aware that his default setting was a little tightly-wound for social situations.

"I've been fine, thanks." Which wasn't precisely a lie. He'd been fine by Jack Bauer's standards. "How about you?"

iamjaimesommers November 12 2010, 16:34:29 UTC

"Grateful to be here and walking around," Jaime replied. "With all limbs attached." She shook her head. "What lives we lead that that's something we have to stop and think about to be glad about."

ctu_savior November 12 2010, 23:33:35 UTC

"I hear you," Jack said, and took a drink. "There's a lot of threats in this place. I'm glad that you're doing okay."

iamjaimesommers November 15 2010, 21:48:39 UTC

"So tell me, what do you do to relax when the weight of the city's on your shoulders?"

ctu_savior November 15 2010, 23:43:00 UTC

Jack had to think fast on that one, since 'brooding' and 'not relaxing at all' weren't generally seen as socially acceptable answers in this situation. "I play chess, sometimes," he said, latching onto a memory that sprang up- a midnight game with Kim. "I read the paper, watch the news. Watch sports, football. Just try to think of something else for a while, you know?"

iamjaimesommers November 16 2010, 02:17:32 UTC

"Maybe we should do something like this for the cops more often if you think watching the news is relaxing," Jaime replied with an amicable if facetious smile. "Chess, huh? I have to say that I did not picture you doing. Not that I don't think you'd be good at it."

ctu_savior November 16 2010, 20:53:18 UTC

"Hey, there's a lot happening in the world," Jack protested mildly. "I need to stay informed." In particular, he was always quick to jump on any piece of news related to recovery in Los Angeles. The destruction of his hometown still preyed on him. "I'm actually pretty good at chess. If you're that worried about me relaxing, we could play a game if you wanted." He smiled a bit.

don't mind if i do... crabulous November 11 2010, 05:39:55 UTC

Zoidberg was there. Somehow. He wasn't quite sure how, actually. He just knew that there was a party, and he knew that there would be food, so he followed his instincts and scent receptor glands and invited himself inside.

And once he spotted the table of food, he helped himself to everything in his sight, devouring the hors d'eouevres like a mad lobster, grunting and gurgling as he did, making the most hideous "OMNOMNOM" sounds to express his appreciation.

Oh Zoidberg. iamjaimesommers November 11 2010, 15:51:36 UTC

Jaime swallowed hard, repressing a gag reflex at the sight of this lobster-man suddenly attacking the snack table with reckless and gooey abandon.

"Bu---stop! There... there needs to be enough for everyone!" She said in a panic, and then, observing the mess being made and how much of it would not be edible afterward... "Or not."

crabulous November 12 2010, 10:05:28 UTC

He looked up from his spot at the end of the table, staring at her with wide, innocent eyes. He looked like a scolded puppy, mouth frills wriggling strangely as he stood up and dropped the remnants of the hors d'eouevres onto the table. "Ahhh! Kind lady, please! Please don't strike me!"

iamjaimesommers November 12 2010, 16:40:21 UTC

Jaime really had no idea what to make of this man. "I... I'm not going to hit you, don't worry!" Jaime lifted a hand to her upper lip, not sure whether to laugh or scream or WHAT.

"I just... ah, well... I put a lot of work into that and, ah... was hoping it would... last longer." She took a breath and exhaled slowly, trying to release the bizarre stress of speaking to a lobster man who'd just made a mess of her carefully chopped crudite. "Look, this table's a little bit of a mess now, so why don't you help me clean it up, huh?"

crabulous November 13 2010, 09:04:04 UTC

"Oh no!" He looked so ashamed, tears welling up in his large glassy eyes. "I've ruined the entire party! I'm nothing but a horrible failure! The world would be a better place if I jumped off a building! Oh why, oh why am I such a useless and horrible crab? Why, oh why, oh why?"

He dabbed at the table uselessly, napkin clenched tight in his lobster claw. He was trying, bless his failsome heart, but being an uncoordinated creature, he just seemed to make the mess even worse.

iamjaimesommers November 15 2010, 21:54:26 UTC

Jaime's hand was fully over her mouth now, to make sure that whatever came out of her mouth was something controlled. She took a breath, then another, then quickly grabbed some paper towels, leaving her mouth free to yap as it would.

"Do-don't jump off a building, don't... don't even say something like that, alright? Or, I mean... thoughts like that are... you... are crab men capable of clinical depression?" No, it was a bad idea to remove the hand from the mouth after all.

"Here. You can stop, that's... that's very helpful." Jaime started laying huge strips of paper towels over the splattered remains of hors d'ouevres on the table to cover it up.

And then something occurred to Jaime. "Ah... I'm Jaime. I don't remember seeing you at the police station, are you new?"

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