( 2nd ) video.

[affections]

( See Jules. See Jules with twenty-six shots of something dangerous arranged very neatly in front of her. She's speaking from the comfortable haze of unit 409, cigarette held between her fingers. )

I have become vaguely aware of concepts such as birthday punches, but I feel that birthday shots are infinitely more appealing.

( This is fun, okay. The only people she's really ever had around on her birthdays have been her family, or when she's accidentally been in a town on her birthday and not been run out of it, yet. )

To my dear friends in Exsilium, I most cordially invite you to join me, or take me out elsewhere.

( Isn't she the most generous? )

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[lambofcolumbia]

Oh no, I've only been here a few weeks, really.

So why 'shots?'

[affections]

Ah, well! When your birthday comes, we can make sure it's positively fantastic.

( The most cheery grin you have ever beheld. )

Hmm. Why not, really. I was going to try and make a colour gradient across them all from the various liquors in my fine homestead, here, but it seemed far too complex when I sat down to do it. These are alphabetised, instead.

( Is she joking? Is she serious? Who knows! )

[lambofcolumbia]

I hadn't really thought about my birthday...I didn't think I'd be here that long. [And she wasn't sure she'd even get there, back in Columbia.] I'll be twenty-one so I suppose I won't need so many little glasses.

[A faint, slightly bewildered smile.]

You...alphabetized little glasses of alcohol.

[affections]

It never hurts to be prepared. We can get you special glasses all of your very own.

( A nod, so enthusiastic. )

Absolutely. From absinthe to z-- whiskey, whiskey is the closest I could get to z. Maybe I could get a special alcohol cupboard with alphabetised shelves.

( Jules stop )

[lambofcolumbia]

Oh...well. [Hmm.] That might be nice?

[Except not at all.]

But you can hardly drink all of those can you?

[affections]

Having this and that to look forward to makes all the difference. Birthdays are a happy time.

( Ah, well. Elizabeth is on the receiving end of an entirely cheeky grin. )

Oh, my dear. You have no idea.

( She has the liver of something not human. Quite literally. ) Now, forgive me if I'm wrong, but being new means you should certainly join us this evening. Meet some more people.

[lambofcolumbia]

[She's not quite sure what to make of that comment so she lets it pass with a tentative smile, focusing on the last bit instead.]

Oh, are you having a party?

[affections]

Sort of an impromptu bar adventure. Are you familiar with the [ oh let's just have the name of a random bar and its address here ]?

I imagine it'll be a bit of a rowdy bunch, but they're very good sorts.

[lambofcolumbia]

I've never really been to a party. Unless all the people gathered up when we arrived here counts.

[affections]

No, no I wouldn't say that is a party so much a cattle market.

( -- hold on. A little more sober, concerned: )

You've really never been to a party?

[lambofcolumbia]

No. Well, I danced with a few people on a pier but I doubt that really counts as a party...

[affections]

There isn't a terribly rigorous standard for parties. We could set up a rubric, though. Set expectations and standards that must be met to fulfil the requirements of a party.

( Sorry she is seriously the most annoying. ) Do you know roughly how many people were at this potential "party?"

( Yep, airquotes. )

[lambofcolumbia]

Uhm.

[It was all sort of a blur, really, those first few hours out of her tower.]

Seven or eight? I didn't know any of them.

[affections]

Oh, that's not a party. That's more like... a home wine and cheese dinner party sort of number. A party party is a bit bigger. Or a lot bigger.

( A beat. This is more important, and she's just a shade more serious, ) Did you have fun?

[lambofcolumbia]

Oh yes, it was wonderful! I felt like I could have danced forever.