A Late Birthday Party / MAY 26, 2063 Night

[therealbrianna]

[ After a short "vacation" at Tokyo, Brianna sends a text to her friends. It's a general invitation that stretches from her blade mates to her mentors, to well, the whole of Netsach (as long as she knows them. Also extends to some Zangyaku friends). Of course, she asks her parents for permission first. ]

SENT: 03:00 PM

Hello friend! It would make me very happy if you could make it to Haven this Saturday to celebrate my 520th birthday. Drinks on me. :)

- OOC note: Feel free to tag in whenever you like, whatever you like. 
- May 21, 2063: Date of text
- May 26, 2063: Date of party

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May 26th, with whoever, whenever.

[bostova]

[ So there's one Yulia Bostova, standing around by the bar at Haven. She could be seen looking at her Vice phone every now and then (where the fuck are you, Josh?!), frowning with a glass of vodka (or whatever alcoholic drink that she could get her hands on, anyway). She's seated at the bar, back to the dance floor, and generally looking like she wants to bail.

By now, she's turned down five strangers who'd come by offering her drinks and asking for her number. To be fair, the skirt was short and the sheer tights didn't really do much to hide her legs. She's been told they were very nice legs. More than once. By different people.

It's probably a good thing she hasn't thrown a knife at someone yet. ]

[therealbrianna]

[ Aaand have one Brianna, ever the host walk up to Yulia and squeal in delight.

And then ogle at her for a bit because WOW. Tala did good. ]

Yulia! So glad you can make it. And can I just say, you look incredible.

[bostova]

[ She looks up from her drink and blinks. She smiles, because Brianna's own is contagious.

But she has to shake her head. ]

No, you look incredible. Happy birthday, again.

[therealbrianna]

Are you kidding? We both look incredible.

[ Briefly turning away from Yulia to order a drink of her own, then turning back to her. ]

Thanks! If you don't mind, I'll join you for a bit.

[bostova]

[ She's smiling even as she rolls her eyes. ]

I do not mind at all. I would be honored to have the birthday celebrant as company.

[therealbrianna]

B T W, just get as much drinks as you want, okay? And remember to have fun!

[ She leans on the bar. ]

Why aren't you out there, though?

[ She knows that Yulia isn't the type to socialize but still, there are a couple of higher ranking Hunter around who Yulia can totally talk to about, well... battle things. ]

[bostova]

[ She looks over to where most people are, either mingling or dancing to the music, or doing whatever it was that people do at Haven. Where does she even start... ]

It is really not my.. [ how did one of those boys she rejected say it was-- ] ..scene.

[ She's only here for you, Brianna. ]

[thetalavega]

[Coming around, with a little smile.]

Looking good. Wherever did you get those clothes?

[Hee.]

[bostova]

[ Tala. Of course. ]

I had expert help.

[thetalavega]

Did you now? And here I was, thinking that you had done it all yourself. You DO have good taste, you know.

[bostova]

I... [ Whatchu talkin' 'bout, Tala. ] Thank you[...?????]

[thetalavega]

[You are so ridiculously awkward, Yulia. :3]

Anyway, as things stand, you have the burden of being the only other girl in your blade. You're going to have to make sure that you can be there for Brianna.

[Or Tala will kill you. :D]

[bostova]

Of course I will be there for her. I would be a horrible blademate if I did not.

[ Thanks for the vote of confidence, Tala. ]

lmfao here we go

[larue]

[ Making his way back from London at this point. Maybe taking his sweet time getting ready at home.

Seriously though, Yulia. Stop texting :( He doesn't want to get there too early for reasons he isn't going to tell anyone just yet. ]

[bostova]

[ She's porbably sent close to 42 messages now. Some of them death threats. Some of them genuinely wondering where the fuck he is. Some are just messages telling him that she's this close to punching the living daylights out of the guys who keep coming on to her.

She's bored and anti-social.

Save her, Josh. You're her only hope. ]

because employing timeskip

[larue]

[ Wandering over eventually, later on -- after his present to Brianna, after that quick moment where he and Rethe's gazes met, after the little interlude with Hikaru. ]

Got your messages. [ A sheepish smile. He's recovered some.

Some.

( Still deliberately avoiding looking at the DJ booth -- or wherever the angel is at this point. ) ]

Was... doing some last minute gift shopping. [ Casting a glance towards Brianna at that. ]

\o\

[bostova]

[ Have a raised eyebrow. ]

And you did not think to tell me this before I wasted my time sending you all those messages?

[larue]

[ He'd barely glanced at his phone, so he's not entirely sure how many messages she's sent him to be absolutely exact, but he does know that it was more than twenty -- and for Yulia Bostova... that's kind of a lot.

Okay, he might be feeling a little better. ]

I guess I was more surprised that you noticed my absence enough to check up.

[ Teasing. Just a little.

And then noting the outfit with an impartial eye. ]

Did Brianna shop for you, too?

[bostova]

[ She frowns, huffing, before she takes a shot. She mutters something under her breath to the lines of, should have still sent a message. She huffs, hoping that would take all the negative energy away, too.

At the question, she shakes her head. ]

Tala Vega, actually.

At the bar, you say? Have a Kaz.

[ktotheatothez]

[When Kaz looks around at the bar, he spots a very pretty girl in a short skirt and tights that looked vaguely like a certain knife-wielding Russian who was also his Blademate.

Is that... No... It couldn't be...

He has to wait at the bar for a while to make sure that it IS Yulia, frowny face and all. He sidles over with a small smile on his face. While he generally doesn't want to piss her off, he can't help but say:]

You look very pretty tonight, Yulia.

[bostova]

[ She's leaning on the bar, nursing a glass of something the bartender gave her (he assured her it had vodka, but it tasted vaguely of mangoes). She shoots an angry look at the next person who called her pretty that night and--

turns out to be Kaz. Huh. ]

...You are the 17th person to say that tonight.

[ktotheatothez]

This is true. [He counted.]But, unlike them, I'm not trying to get in your pants. Or skirt, as the case may be.

[Kaz shrugs and asks for whatever Yulia's having. When he sips at it.]

Hm. Fruity. Dare I ask whose handiwork this is?

[bostova]

[ Yeeeah, Kaz. She knows.

She takes another sip of her drink, then shrugs. ]

Not mine. I only asked for vodka, and I was told this had vodka. [ She shrugs again. ]

[ktotheatothez]

[Kaz 'hmms' at that and takes another long sip of his drink.]

At the risk of bodily harm, who do we have to thank for your ensemble?

[It's good-natured ribbing, and he really does think she looks pretty in what she's wearing.]

[bostova]

... Tala Vega.