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[ilovemykilt]

Priestly's never been That Guy, the one who can get an entire club shut down for a private event. He's pretty sure he used to make fun of That Guy, actually. But somehow here on the island, well, he kind of is. That or other, more powerful, people think Brooke deserves as awesome a birthday party as he does

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[chasinghumanity]

So he didn't know Brooke very well. So he had gotten a fair eyeful of Brooke's body as it was only ostensibly hidden behind a tiny apron before he knew her name. So his best friend had technically nearly killed him last week in a raging, all-encompassing nightmare. So his cravings were back and as bad as the first day on the island and his hands had shook during the latest AA meeting like they hadn't for months. So everything was fucked and there was no earthly reason why they should be at this party.

They were. They were there and Mitchell was going to get hammered and try to enjoy one of those little details of humanity that he had so desperately missed: growing older. It was an admirable thing, looking at it from the outside, to celebrate the fact that you were just one step closer to the grave and the things beyond. And to do it with a drink and a raucous party was even better. So when you looked at it that way, the whole idea of this party was just about as fucked as Mitchell's life was: incomprehensible and impossible

[brookesmart]

"You know what'd be super funny?" Brooke asks, leaning over the bar from the other side. She's probably not supposed to be back there, cannot in fact remember just how she got there, but she's sure it was for good reason.

"If you got me an apron for a present." She isn't actually expecting any, but it's totally worth it for the joke, and Brooke erupts in helpless giggles.

[chasinghumanity]

Mitchell had not in fact gotten Brooke a present. Given the lack of shops around the island and his own general ineptitude with hand crafts, he thought gifts were rubbish ideas these days. But he had decided not to worry about that when he walked into the Club, had decided Brooke wouldn't worry about it, and was tipsy enough that he just latched onto what a great bloody idea that was, not on the lack of present that the comment highlighted.

"Oh, or, or, one of those chef hats and some really big oven mitts, so you could cover your bits and look cheeky," Mitchell replied eagerly, pushing away from the counter so he could demonstrate on himself. "It'd be like a theme."

[brookesmart]

Oh my god, she should so do that. "Oh my god," Brooke gasps, "I should so do that. We don't have oven mitts that big, but - " She leans back smugly. "I am a seamstress."

[haolehothead]

Danny hasn't been to a strip club since the last time he busted someone, so going to one because it's someone's birthday? That's just on the side of strange. He tells himself he's going because he needs an eye on the place. He tells himself he's going because he wants to meet people.

The truth? He and Grace were supposed to go camping this weekend -- all weekend -- and now he's here and some version of him is probably camping, but that guy isn't Danny. He's pretty sure that looking so maudlin at a party is not allowed, but Danny's pretty helpless, in this case.

[sluttylyingliar]

"Dude, you can't look bummed at my best friend's birthday party," Rachel orders, carrying a few drinks. "Haven't seen you here before, though, right? I'm Rachel. I work here."

It's fairly obvious, to anyone with eyes, what kind of worker.

[haolehothead]

Danny peers up blearily, taking a look at the woman who's come to talk to him, sighing heavily. "I'm that pathetic, huh?" he admits wearily. "I mean, god, I am. I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I'm ruining her party. I need to do something. I gotta...what can I do?"

[sluttylyingliar]

Wow.

"You're not ruining anything, but you might want to have a drink," she says, handing over a shot of whiskey. "So, tell me all about it. You're in a strip club, full of hot people and booze. Why are you so sad?"

[exweapon]

I've gone to more than one birthday party that took place at a strip club, although usually it's a guy having the birthday, and usually the haven't just closed down the club for the event, the club is the event.

Still, I'm not going to complain; there's still beer, and the one benefit of the healing factor being gone is that I don't have to constantly knock them back to get the full effect. Admittedly, there's also the downside that I can't just knock them back without consequence, but it's not like I can't handle myself.

Bit of a weird crowd, but that's actually the best thing about it. I'm a member of a lot of weird crowds.

[butterflyfactor]

Layla stopped her perusal of the party next to Wolverine. She drank her own beer quietly, just looking around. She was wearing All*Star wedges and a tiny white dress and was admittedly taller than the last time they'd spoken, but maybe he'd recognize her by smell. Or the fact that he was as much of a stalker as any of the other ex-superheroes and had probably seen her with Jamie.

Either way, it'd be interesting.

[exweapon]

I don't exactly move in the same circles as Madrox, but I'm aware enough that she is. With the tattoos, they're a matched set. As to who she is, well, that was easy enough to work out.

And maybe once I did I should have tracked her down, but I wasn't exactly eager to. Last time I was in some crazy alternate dimension and Layla Miller was involved, I ended up with all my memories back.

What I was searching for all that time, sure. But everyone knows what they say about what you wish for.

"You got taller," I say.

[butterflyfactor]

"Evidence of the passage of time," she replied.

[youknow_nothing]

Wearing a dress, her hair brushed out into shining red waves, Ygritte was sure she had to be fairly stunning, in a civilized way. She considered it half her gift to Brooke, as was leaving Misha outside to snore on a rock nearby.

She'd been to enough of these parties that she'd even learned what to do, taking a drink and wandering around sipping it, trying not to scare anyone except Rachel.

[sluttylyingliar]

"Whoa," Rachel breathes, almost running into her with her four drinks in hand. "You look totally hot. Where's your hot girlfriend?"

[youknow_nothing]

"Are y'drunk already?" asked Ygritte immediately, and then laughed, downing the rest of her drink. "She's somewhere nearby, I believe. I'm very sure I don't have t'worry about you thinking she's hot." Implied threat, or friendly trust?

[sluttylyingliar]

"I am drunk," Rachel confirms. "But yeah, no thanks. I'm sticking with the cowboy. He has a penis. And I like it."

[poison_lipstick]

Saffron was there, of course, not just because it was her place and that made her the host of this little shindig, but also because Brooke was her friend and she wanted her to have a great birthday. She moved amongst the revelers, flitting here and there as smoothly as her healing ribs would allow, checking to make sure everyone was having a good time and no one was left wanting for something.

Since the club was dedicated for the party that night she'd dressed a little more conservatively than she usually did for work, but still sexy, her dark green dress hugging her slender frame and accentuating her curves and her generous cleavage. For the staff, it wasn't much different from any other night, except that Xander had the night off from performing, unless someone decided the birthday girl needed a lap dance.

[brookesmart]

Brooke's more or less seeing double by the time she runs into Helen, but that's okay. Helen's an awfully nice person to be seeing doubles of. "Hello," she says, hooking her arm through Helen's with a genial smile. "Thank you for my party and my night off."

Her nose wrinkles. "Wait am I working tonight?" This could count, but if so, she's going to need a microphone. Brooke really likes microphones.

[poison_lipstick]

Saffron laughed and shook her head, glad Brooke was on her uninjured side on account of how tipsy she was. "No, honey, you're not working tonight," she replied. "You'd have no one to announce anyhow, Xander's not performing. You look like you're having a good time."

[brookesmart]

"I'm having an amazing time," agrees Brooke, resting her head on Helen's shoulder. Some part of her brain rallies, the sober cells gathering together to remind her not to lean too hard. "There's so much cake."