Semi-closed Tomorrowland get together

[swordandchalice.livejournal.com]

[[Invitations here, party here. Backdated to yesterday.]]

Thankfully, the kid got over his slightly painful exchange with Katou rather quickly, especially in the face of a party and seeing everyone. He hadn't heard from Demyx, but the kid was holding out hope he'd show up anyway. Seeing the Starcade games on and going made the kid grin. The "DO NOT MAKE OUT HERE" sign on Cayce's office door only made him crack up. Fine, if he and Sara got caught making out anywhere else, and someone complained, he'd point out he wasn't making out in the office.

There were tables for refreshments on the upper level, along with tables for people to sit at with food and drink. He added some sodas he'd brought along to the refreshment table, then a couple of pizzas to another table, already feeling the giddy mood of celebrating for no reason enter his system.

His "duties" done, Setsuna went to the lower level and, instead of waiting by the door like a good host, the kid, impatiently, started to play one of the games.

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[thebadboyfriend.livejournal.com]

"Squadron, huh?" Military somehow. That explained the tomboy thing she had going on, which wasn't his usual brand of vodka. But on her it looked good. Like, amazingly good. He took another swallow of his drink.

"Exactly! And yeah, I recommend it." His glass clinked (or, actually, made a small plastic tapping sound, but the idea was to clink) against hers.

[i-have-my-flaws.livejournal.com]

Oh right, the whole 'grounded' issue that most of the Earth people she'd met seemed to have. She forgot about that fairly often, only to be reminded of it when she's forgotten about it. "In the Colonial Fleet. I fly a viper; it's a one-man spaceship. The closest thing I can seem to find around here is that little model you can see at the Star Tours ride. John says it's called an X-Wing?" It was apparently from a movie, but she had found it was the easiest way to get people to understand her.

When their glasses clinked, she went to drink to their toast and found her glass a bit low. "Ready for a refill yet?"

[thebadboyfriend.livejournal.com]

"Wow." Was there any way in which that was not badass? Not really. "I think I know what you mean. So, you good at that?"

"Sure thing." He moved back around to get both of them topped up.

[i-have-my-flaws.livejournal.com]

If there was any way to get Starbuck all puffed up and pleased, it was to ask about her piloting skills. "I'm the Galactica's Top Gun. Which means I have the unfortunate job of training all the nuggets, but it has its perks." It basically made her the best pilot in the fleet. And it was fairly easy to tell, from her tone of voice and the near-swagger built into her posture, that she wasn't overestimating herself.

She found it sort of funny that even the bad boys around here had enough politeness in them to be the ones to do the drink refills. Then again, Logan could just be eager to get to smashed. Not that she had any problem with that.

[thebadboyfriend.livejournal.com]

He got that she was good, anyway, and that this was a happy subject for conversation, even if the words "Top Gun" mainly made him think of Tom Cruise singing "You've Lost That Lovin' Feeling'. Smiling, he handed her back her drink. "Such as?"

(He was a bad boy whose first girlfriend was Lilly Kane. It was never in question, who'd be getting the drinks. Besides, that was Logan's charm, that he could call you a whore while he held the door open for you. Well, maybe 'charm' wasn't the right word...)

[i-have-my-flaws.livejournal.com]

"Everyone's scared as frak to piss you off," she said with the beginnings of a laugh and she took the cup from him and took another gulp. "Including half your superior officers." Okay, that had nothing to do with her being Top Gun. That was because she just happened to be frakking scary. And good at throwing a punch. But he didn't really need to know that, she supposed.

"And it's useful for when you're playing traid," she added. "Not that I've seen an appropriate deck of cards for it around here."

[thebadboyfriend.livejournal.com]

...so was this actually the hot, female, scifi version of himself he'd just met? Or what?

"What kind of cards do you need?" he said, with the intense interest of someone nurturing a minor gambling addiction. "There's decks of cards in the magic shops, I know..."