Alanna and Thom birthday party

[awesome_lilly]

Lilly's always associated Alanna and heat. For one thing, she's got that fiery red hair. For another, she's a total hottie. Also, there was that time she tried to move into their hot tub for the winter. Lilly's still not sure she was joking

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[nitro_is_ace]

"Meg? Y'do know y'drinkin' from a duck, right?" Sometimes, it pays to make sure. Ace is only looking out for Meg's well being.

Yes.

[balletrat]

I'm wearing several ducks, *Meg points out, good-naturedly.* It's all about putting together a good ensemble, tu sais?

[nitro_is_ace]

"Suppose so. An' if y'give informed consent t'drinkin' a duck, I suppose I can't really find fault with it, can I?" Ace will stick to her drink from a glass, ta very much.

[balletrat]

*Meg giggles.*

It could be worse, you know - someone out there is drinking from a hippopotamus. At least ducks are cute.

[nitro_is_ace]

"Ducks are cute." Ace agrees. "An'... they float. Which is good for the diet, right?" It is possible she's had more than one drink at this point. Considering she's being talking to Indy, this is more than a possibility.

[balletrat]

*Meg blinks, and reconsiders her drink.*

If it's healthy I may have to put it down after all, *she says, solemnly.* This is a party. I think healthy food may be forbidden.

[nitro_is_ace]

"I think there's a difference b'tween healthy an' not horrifically bad f'you." Ace points out helpfully. Hush, the logic works in her head, if no where else.

[balletrat]

Well, it doesn't matter if things are horrifically bad for me, *Meg says practically.* I'm dead. Which means I don't need to worry about gaining weight!

[nitro_is_ace]

"Lucky. Of course, my metabolism tends t'make bein' underweight more of a problem, but still. Bonbons f'every meal." She can't quite pull that off.

Of course, if she'd stop with the anorexic moods, that'd be good.

[balletrat]

*Meg nods cheerfully.*

Everything's got its silver lining.

. . . 'course, it doesn't help me hold my liquor any better, *she adds, sadly,* but I guess I couldn't expect it to work for everything.

[nitro_is_ace]

"F'that?" Ace offers with the Voice of Experience, "Only practice helps. That? An' a steady supply of chips. Of which there aren't any here."

[balletrat]

No.

*Meg eyes the food table.*

But there are - little yellow fish? Why are there little yellow fish?

*Meg has never yet encountered goldfish crackers.*

[nitro_is_ace]

Meg.

Meg

You have just pointed a drunk Ace at goldfish crackers. She can't sing.

"Goldfish!"

Oh God help us.

She's preparing to sing the song.

[balletrat]

- yes, they're gold, *Meg agrees, bemused but helpful,* and they look like fish -

*Meg is unaware of the danger she is in.

Poor doomed creature.*

[nitro_is_ace]

Ace picks up a goldfish and makes it 'swim' about in drunken circles.

"This is the jingle for goldfish, the baked an' not fried goldfish, the little snack that smiiiiiles back until you bite their heads off..."

Cats being killed sounds more melodious.

[balletrat]

*. . . . . . .

Meg has never before wished for the presence of La Carlotta.

It is some kind of terrifying landmark in her existence.*

Here, Ace, *she says, thinking quickly, and shoves a drink in the shape of a goldfish into her hands.*

Sample!