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

Comments

[bostova]

[ She was about to protest the drink in front of her, but she sees Cisco. There might be a sigh of relief.

She glances back toward the last kid, frowns, then takes the drink Cisco placed in front of her and halves it in one go. Mmm. ]

I would just like to know what it would take for boys like that to stop. Short of killing one of them, at least.

[ She smiles. ]

[kinesthesia]

[ Smiling back at Yulia and chuckling a little at that statement. ] Some of them do understand the meaning of "no," but on the off-chance that they get particularly pushy, a little show of fang and the threat of bite usually gets the job done.

[ Nodding quietly at the general direction of Yulia's phone. ] Everything alright? By my count, your blade is missing a member.

[bostova]

[ She looks at her phone again, still no replies. Tsk. She taps the side of its case, pondering sending another slightly irritated message, but pockets it instead. ]

He is probably too busy with Rhiannon Group to party. [ Not bitter at all. ]

[kinesthesia]

[ Cisco, you are not a gossipy teenager so keep those brows of yours down.

Electing instead to expel a breath -- dear Elaine, not another Eli Tagabigay. ] Did you try calling?

[ Okay, so nosy runs in the family for a reason. She's Ilonggo and Italian, okay? ]

[bostova]

If he has not bothered to answer text messages, I do not think he would also bother answering calls.

[kinesthesia]

[ Turning away to order a glass of her own ( Bénédictine, three fingers ) because she's biting back the tug of a smile.

She is so happy that living with Cen has taught ( a little ) her how to work on her poker face. ]

Have you tried?

[bostova]

... No.

[ :T ]

[kinesthesia]

[ She is trying not to be amused at that.

Operative word: Trying. ]

[bostova]

[ ...? ]

What?

[kinesthesia]

[ Tossing you a completely innocent look now.

She is very convincing, Yulia. Lots of practice.

Fifty years' worth.

But-- ] Anyway. If you want an intervention for those people who keep approaching you, just say the word.

It's your blademate's birthday. I got to talk to Brianna, she'd want you to enjoy, I think.

[ Already scanning the crowd for Cen ( who she doesn't spot ) and Maggie ( who she does ). She can get her daughter on that. Poor kids don't need a werewolf just yet. ]

[bostova]

She told me to try.

[ She is trying. Just... not really her scene. It's not that she doesn't want to be here, but...

At least it was fun breaking hearts? Annoying though. ]

[kinesthesia]

[ Smiling at that, polishing off her own drink. ]

Try is good. Trying is always good.

[ Have a gentle squeeze on your elbow. ]

I have to get back to watching things. And maybe bothering my son to get him to come down from his perch.

[ Sending a meaningful look to the mezzanine area now, where a young man is currently focused on his laptop. ]

I'll see you around?

[bostova]

[ She gives Cisco a small smile and a nod. ]

Thanks for the drink.