A quiet celebration.

[Jeremy Hunter]

Alexis giggled. "Yes, I'm crazy. And you don't drink, really. So...there goes the scotch idea." She looked at her pleadingly. "Pleeeease? It'll be fun. You don't even have to try." She grinned and held out her hand to Cat.
"Please? For me? I'll make it as painless as possible."

---

May you ever walk in the Light, Shizune.

[Rodent]

Lewis surveyed the scene. Good music was playing, Greenson had dragged Cahoone on the dance floor, surprisingly enough...Admiral Hale was on the scene. He blinked for a moment, then recovered as Hale went over to talk to the purple haired ladies. He went over to sit close to where Teerin, Clark and Remus were sitting. Grabbing a drink, he began to savor it, slowly. Getting drunk was not his intention right now, he wanted to watch this unfold, it would be entertaining.

"Maybe we should join them on the dance floor? Lewis said, gesturing in Greenson's direction...and stopped. Greenson was dancing, and Lewis got a strange look on his face. The closest approximation to that expression would be 'implied facepalm'. He then smiled ruefully and returned to his drink.

***

Mehndi abruptly pushed past the crowds and snatched a full glass of Vodka. Downing it in one gulp, he nodded happily enough, then stormed back on stage.

"Ladies and Gentlemen....Meet Kiranjeet Kaur." He started. Other people had joined him on the stage, his band. A woman stepped up to take a position beside him, she was the female vocalist.

Mehndi abruptly took up a dramatic posture, and just like that, his performance began with this song.

[ChillerMiller]

'Dance, drink, enjoy...' Natalie shook her head but kept a smile on her face. "I really really hate you sometimes." She said to Greenson before she began to dance, even though it was not one of her favorite things to do.

After a while she spotted Teerin, Clark, Remus and Lewis in the crowd. 'Sitting there being the boring losers they always were. What fool I was to actually believe things would change.' Natalie thought to herself and it made sure she kept her smile.

[Alley]

"So be it then, David. I found the existance of this party in the mind of one of your officers I shortly communicated with. I'm here to learn more about your race and the human body, nothing more." "In short we're lab rats." "This description is flawed and incorrect." "Admit it." "The streams strongly disagree." "You're scared he finds out about your little secret?" "This is a total nonsense, I am not subject to emotions yet."

"Yet." insisted Kate. "It doesn't prove anything."

Kate turned her head, looking at David. "Welcome to the nonsense corner, David."

---

Alley was right.

[Teerin]

Teerin looked at the Gallic Champagne, then back to his scotch, and once more at the champagne. After considering the odd import for a moment, he decided to try it. "A toast, gents! To a successful surgery and to life!" he heard Sius say.

"To life!" Not being as used to that type of drink, Rohj winced a moment, but decided he likes it. "Nice stuff, Remus."

The commander spoke again, "Hey Clark, FA's here." Teerin followed his gesture. Hale seemed engaged in conversation with the two odd women.

Following his thoughts, Clark asked, "Never seen the purple haired chicks before. You know anything?"

In response, Rohj simply said, "I have no idea."

[rainth345]

"Everybody's a critic... Glad someone's enjoying it.", Remus manages a smile towards Teerin and sips the wine. A familiar voice crept up behind him as Lewis popped out of nowhere."Maybe we should join them on the dance floor? Lewis suddenly said. But then something made him change his mind...

"Whats the matter, Lewis? I thought you were going to join them?", again tilting his head towards the dance floor. "I'm going to let the music slide for awhile... I don't know how to dance in this kind of genre."

---

[Jihadjoe]

"Learning about our race and the human body?" He finished his drink. "Just a suit we wear, really, except we're stuck to it, I suppose." He paused for a moment and looked around at the other officers who were busy dancing, drinking and talking.

"I'm here because life seemed far too sensible and sombre... So sitting in the nonsense corner is probably the best bet. Although if you want to actually learn a bit, the best method would probably be to immerse yourself in the whole thing. Rather than just observing, participate."

He smiled. It was the sort of smile people have when they've thinking something which isn't exactly a happy thought, but they're trying to push it to the back of their mind.

"Good to see you though, Kate... Never expected to find you down here though. Anyway, what's this "little secret" that A's got?"

The question was addressed to both of them, although he didn't expect an answer, it was probably worth asking anyway.

---

[Manticore]

ID: JAMES LAMBERT

James Lambert sighed deeply as he guided his Guardian down to the surface of Manhattan. The debriefing had concluded for the evening, and he was headed to the party for Primary Fleet officers that he'd received an invitation to earlier.

Still not sure who "Daler Mehndi" is, but I hope he knows how to throw a party.

It had been a long, grueling session, and he supposed one of the only reasons he had decided to attend the party at the last minute was his burning desire to consume some alcohol and just spend a few hours forgetting about everything -- especially the events of the past weeks. The other reason, he figured, was the feeling that he was somehow obliged to make an appearance, to show his fellow officers that he was, in fact, alive after all. Habeas corpus, indeed.

Surprisingly, he had been happy to don his service dress uniform once again. He felt weird wearing civvie clothing again, even though he felt he looked fairly good this evening. He wore a comfortable pair of wing-tip boots, dark jeans, a blue fitted oxford shirt, with a black leather jacket to fight off the chill of the Manhattan evening.

The navicomputer pinged as it located the venue and began an approach to the closest spaceport.

---

About ten minutes later, Lambert walked through the doors of the establishment known as "Rolling Stones". He didn't come to many places like this, and the light and sound assaulted his senses as soon as he stepped inside.

There were a number of people around, but a man was on the stage performing a song with a catchy beat and so it was relatively dark. Not immediately seeing anyone he recognized, Lambert made a beeline for the bar, which was fairly quiet at the moment.

Tonight's not a night to pussyfoot around. That means either a Dry Manhattan or a Gibson. Well, I'm on Planet Manhattan, so it would only be fitting...

[color=#33FFFF]"I'd like a Gibson, please."

The bartender frowned for a moment, then blinked and nodded his understanding and grabbed a martini glass from the rack.

It's a simple drink, after all. Lots of gin, few drops of vermouth, and an onion.

He took his drink to the back corner, where he could perhaps earn a few moments of relative peace watching the performance until someone inevitably spotted him.

Then they'll come over here, chat politely for a moment, and start the interrogations anew. Can't wait.

He smirked and took a long pull of his drink, reaching down to tap the thin, almost unnoticeable tank at to his hip.

---

[Rodent]

Lewis chuckled softly. "Was just watching them dance. Reminded me of old days...And I think I'll join there as well. And put in some music of my own."

He got up and put in a few words with Mehndi, who'd just finished singing and had stepped down from the stage. He then took off his jacket, hung it carefully on a chair and walked on the dance floor, as this started playing. nice and explosive, as he liked it.

Walking up to Cahoone and Greenson, he said quietly as the music lulled for a moment.

"Let's dance."

And then the music picked up, and Lewis pulled out old and crazy moves from memory. He was no longer as fast as he used to be, but he could still move, and dancing felt oddly...therapeutic.

***

Mehndi stood and watched as Lewis walked up, then started dancing with some sick moves. He laughed loudly and downed another drink. The music was loud beats and violent rhythms, and he was starting to feel a little woozy. Just right.

He started walking to the dance floor, and slapped a man on the back, not realising it was Admiral Hale. he then said in his ear...

"Damn the old man has moves. Come on friend, let's join him and shake up the floor!"

Not waiting for a response, he simply joined Lewis and company on the dance floor and began moving, the way only punjabis could.

[Korny]

Catherine sighed, blowing a piece of hair out of her face and glares at some of her colleagues drinking all sorts of alcohol.

"Perhaps I should start doing that, though ?"

She groaned in an annoyed way, but got up eventually after taking Alexis' hand, walking off to the dancefloor

"Lets see if I'm able to die by getting embarrassed to death!"