Let's Have a Party!

[runs_on_batteries]

Who: Everyone!
What: Throwing a party
Where: Gym carriage
When: Early Evening- early morning, Apple 28

It was three days after the incident with the train and right at two weeks since they'd been allowed to get off this train and roam a new world. Sure somewhere in there, they'd had a brief reprieve involving a new platform and mess of newcomers, but that had hardly counted as a break from the train. So, the point was, they needed a chance to blow off some steam. What better way than organize a party and roll out the last of his ale to share?

He'd recruited Sarai and Maglor to play their harps and/ or sing for music; Ignis, Ash and Evie to make hors d'oeuvres, Dread and Peter to bring in some chairs; and rigged a lamp and some cloth to make a disco ball-like display in the room (which he made Peter to promise not to touch).

Now he just had to get the guests on the dance floor... to harp music? He misses 'regular' music. Sigh.

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[pleple]

Alcohol. Ple Two knows what it is - the adult soldiers were very happy to get intoxicated when they could spare the time - and that she's too young for any kind of modern alcoholic beverage. Still, she made her way over to like, sniff at it and crinkle her nose before sipping on an iced coffee. "Just smells like bad bread..."

[runs_on_batteries]

Tony laughs at Ple Two's remark about the ale whether she was meaning to direct it toward him or he just happened to be nearby when she said it. "Yes and it has a delightful kick too," he jokes, pretending 'bad bread' was a positive thing.

"You're welcome to have some if you'd like or- more coffee." He nods to the one in her hand. "How's train living suiting you?"

[pleple]

"Lord Glemy preferred wine." Which smelled... a little better? "Mostly... an affectation, really." Even if she obeyed him, he was a bit of a weenie. There was no avoiding the truth.

"Are you forgetting my age already?" Although at four foot eleven, she at least had nearly the body mass for a small drink. "But this is... not too different from space, just with less to do, and more artificial gravity."

[runs_on_batteries]

"I do like wine.. alas, none was for sale during our last stop." He was glad he had the opportunity to buy what he had to share even if some people were turning their nose up at the ale (he really wasn't offended by it, he was just amused).

He chuckles as she remarks on being under age. "I don't see any parents or police around saying you can't have some. Cheers to making our own rules." He offers his glass of ale to her iced coffee.

[pleple]

Wine seems like it might suit her taste more. ...she's had juice before, it's just weird sour juice. Basically. Kinda. That makes you throw up if you drink too much.

Her eyes widen as he offers her some ale. "Really now." There's a voice in the back of her mind. An adult is letting her flout rules, and alcohol is something so many people find 'fun'.

The voice says 'do iiiiit'. Set down the iced coffee. Acquire ale. Sniff it again. "...I suppose it can't be that bad." But just to be sure, she's going to give it a little sip and... make a weird funny face.

[runs_on_batteries]

That was one way to put it. Weird, sour juice. He'd have to remember that and explain it in those terms to Mo- oh, right.

To his surprise and glee, Ple Two takes his goading to heart and gives the ale a try. If he hadn't liked her already..

He watches her face and laughs. She was a good sport even if she hated the result. "Well.. what do you think?" He sets down his glass of ale and pours her a tiny bit of the hard apple cider. "Think this would be more to your liking?"

[pleple]

Ple Two gets the idea of 'complexity' and knows enough biology to vaguely grasp that tastes change as you age. Her idea of a good time is probably a sickening amount of sugar, even if she doesn't realize it yet.

"It seems like you'd have to be desperate," she says quietly as she sets it down. Just a weird fermented something happening in there. Her diet's been very plain for much of her life as well. "How sweet is that?"

[runs_on_batteries]

"It's sweeter than I would care for it to be, but not half as sweet as probably my ki- uh, Peter would like it," Tony responds with a very unhelpful answer. He did like sweet flavors but that kid was nuts for sugar.

He waits for her to try it. "What do you think? Does it make you ready to dance yet?"

[pleple]

Ple Two will take it then. It... smells like apples, so that's neat. Shrugging, she takes a longer sip and it's... it's not bad.

"Mm. I don't think it's exactly gotten to me yet, but it's a lot better." To her taste, anyways.

[runs_on_batteries]

Tony chuckles are her answer. He was glad she liked the cider.

"Just be careful, it doesn't taste like it but the cider is much more potent than the ale. If you're not used to it, it can have quite a kick," Tony warned. "I'm not sure where Gwen is- probably with Peter- but if you find her she'd be happy to dance with you when you're feeling up to it. Or if you don't mind an older guy, I will." He flashes her a smile before topping off her glass.

[pleple]

"I will be careful." Slow sips. See if she can handle it. That should be fine, right? "I... may try dancing with someone eventually. Maybe." Not like she'd ever danced before, but she had an idea of how it worked at least.

Sip.

[runs_on_batteries]

"Till then, you should enjoy the food and music," Tony suggests with a light smile. He could respect her being willing to try dancing even if she seemed uncertain about it. It was better than others letting their fear stand in their way.

"If you find that you need something, just let me know."