Should auld acquaintance be forgot... [Mirror 1]

[angel_dylan]

If you had been upstairs in the compound at six in the evening of December 31, you might have thought your eyes were playing tricks on you, or that you'd once again been whisked off to some strange, new place. Within the blink of an eye, the rooms had changed, sparkling instantly with festive decorations, and it was all so instantaneous that it

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[phoenixgreen]

Firewhisky. There was a bloody lot of Firewhisky. Harry stepped further into the rec room, smiling. That's right... it was December 31. New Years Eve.

Harry poured himself a respectable amount and tossed it back. He winced at the burn, and after a bout of coughing, went for more. Might as well have fun, right?

Everything was so sparkly and festive. It was alarming, how the island knew exactly what they needed.

[crazyspacegirl]

"What kind of whiskey it that?" River asked with interest. "It smells different than the Scotch kind."

[phoenixgreen]

Harry turned towards the voice, spilling some of the whisky on himself in process. Real smooth. "Firewhisky. It's... well, it's from where I'm from. That is to say, Wizard London,"

He wasn't explaining this well. "It's a brew that only witches and wizards make. Strong, but effective." Harry poured her some, handing her the glass. "I'm Harry."

[crazyspacegirl]

She smiled a little when he spilled on himself, but didn't draw attention to it. "There's a planet called Londinium where I'm from. It's named after the city on Earth that was." She took the offered glass and sniffed at it cautiously. "I'm River. Nice to meet you. Witches and wizards? Really?" She still didn't quite believe that such a thing as magic was really possible, but if he believed it she wasn't going to tell him he was wrong.

[flyboy_shepp]

This was possibly the best party ever, and that was including every single party the island had previously held combined. The fact that he was approaching one year on the island (and that McKay'd already hit it) wasn't far from John's mind. It was the kind of thing that made him irritable and want to go hide in the jungle somewhere for a week, but he knew exactly what he needed to make things better, or at least go away for a while.

Lots and lots of beer.

Since he'd first stumbled into the newly decorated rec room, John hadn't had a bottle of beer out of his grip even while he was eating, and he was quickly approaching drunk. He wasn't actually drunk if you asked, though. Just kinda tipsy. Really.

[strange_fancy]

Polly's own beer, on which she had only recently started, had not come from a bottle, but from a barrel, and it was every bit as good as what they'd served at The Duchess. In fact, she rather suspected it was what they'd served at The Duchess.

She couldn't quite decide whether to be glad or annoyed about this, so while she was deciding she waved hello to Sheppard. "Haven't seen you since the squid," she observed.

[flyboy_shepp]

John looked a bit happier than he already was to see a familiar face, and clanked his own drink against Polly's in a hello. "And I'm feeling way better since then," he said, secretly pleased he didn't sound too drunk. "What about you? Still banged up?"

[strange_fancy]

"Only slightly," said Polly. "I'm better enough to be going back on duty in a few days."

Not that anyone else had said so; but it was her own damn side, after all.

[angel_dylan]

For the first time in a very, very long time, Dylan was honestly, truly giddy. Not simply happy, but ecstatic. She had a highball glass held triumphantly in her right hand, her first but certainly not her last drink of the night. It was a mixed drink -- 78 Camero, to be precise -- so she wasn't entirely tipsy yet, but she was working on it.

It was damned cold outside, but that didn't keep her from donning the little black dress that the clothes box had given her for the last party she'd been to. As was to be expected, the heels that went with it were conspicuously absent, and she was navigating the crowd in bare feet, being careful to not let her piggies get stomped on.

[onceaqueen]

After a year on the island Susan wasn't really surprised by anything that happened here anymore, especially when it involved food and drinks. She couldn't get over the amount of food. Susan passed over the chocolate, just in case, and also the ale because she didn't care for it, and poured herself a glass of white wine. Yes, that would do quite nicely. Hopefully midnight would not find Robb and Jon insensible under a table somewhere.

[phoenixgreen]

Susan! Harry hadn't seen her in quite some time (well, he had... but they hadn't talked). She looked nice, all dressed up. "Happy New Year," Harry said, tapping her on the shoulder.

[onceaqueen]

"Oh, hello, Harry," said Susan, turning round when he tapped her on the shoulder. "How are you? Are you enjoying the party?"

[lifeisnotasong]

Sansa is having a lovely time, wine or not and she can hear the distinct sound of music coming from the rec room. It doesn't always sound like good music but music none the less so there may be dancing. "Happy new year, Susan," said Sansa whose abandoned the sweets now, she may have over done slightly and possibly having her second ever sugar high. "Is the wine nice?" she asks, she's not that fussed at not having any but she hopes everyone else is enjoying it. It's nice of the island to provide it certainly.

[ata_beckett]

Carson had never been too much of a drinker. Aside from things like special occassions and parties--which he didn't go to often-- he tried to stay away from the stuff.

This however, must have been a special occassion, because in Carson's hand was a rather large glass of drambuie. Bloody good stuff, too. As far as Carson was concerned, it was a good enough reason to drink, and he was already on his third glass.

For once, he was glad not to have clinic duty.