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LOG: [Haller, Lorna, Jean, Scott] Happy birthday, I'll be going now.
Haller enjoys his 30th birthday with a few friends, except for the 5 minutes in the middle that everyone pretends didn't happen.
"Egon," Jim said resolutely. "I like that he's smart and calm. Jemail liked Zedmore. He said it's because Zedmore's cool, but I think it's because he's black and Jem was kind of racist." He took another drink. "Which I was, but Zedmore's still cool."
Turning 30 didn't seem important when your internal perception of age ranged from prepubescent to one's mid-forties, but it seemed to be to other people so Jim was just going with it. If nothing else, eating his way out of Lorna's culinary offerings was probably the only way he'd be able to get out of his suite. She had arrived unannounced with food, wine, and a fruitbasket of assorted gifts -- one of which he was currently drinking to compensate for the other. Ghostbusters seemed like an entirely logical progression for the night.
Lorna carefully painted his fingernails on his right side. "This color looks lovely on you." She only stopped painting to take a sip of her wine, which she was already buzzed. "Jean, how is your side coming along?" Looking over at the t.v. to see what was going on in the land of Ghostbusting.
"I think," Jean said as she squinted down at the fingernail polish. "I grabbed the wrong color."
"But that's okay."
She was crossing from buzzed into a little bit more than that, but decided to stop after this glass. It was very tasty, though.
"I like Venkman. But only to watch. I think I'd want to slap him if we were in the same room together."
"He was kind of an asshole. Ray was funny without being an asshole." Jim leaned forward to take another sip from the bottle he'd had no choice but to hold between his knees after the women had seized possession of his hands. Jean had appeared earlier to wish him a happy birthday, then remained for the movie and to help make a dent in Lorna's ample supply of wine. He'd started there, but after the nail polish came out so did the hard liquor. "I just want you guys to know that Cyndi is laughing at me right now, and I feel really classy drinking jack through a sparkly swizzle straw."
"I agree with Jean, Venkman is nice to watch. I think we could take him if he was in the same room. I bet we can be better ghost catchers than him any day. Also Jean there is no such thing as a wrong color." Lorna nodded and took another sip of her wine and continued to paint his nails. "It is your birthday you should always feel classy and I am glad you like the sparkly swizzle straw...it is sparkly!" She smirked and blew on his nails to dry them.
Jean grinned broadly, inspired by Lorna to take a drink from her own wine glass. Mmm. Peach.
"I suppose so. It is a lovely complementary color to your side. Jack, I am pleasantly surprised that you can sit through this without bitching."
"That's what the booze is for. He's fine as long as we stay away from the lipgloss." Jim leaned over to take another sip, then wrinkled his forehead. He was loose enough that his shields weren't pulled quite as high as normal. Given he had already imbibed enough alcohol that he was voluntarily allowing his female teammates to paint his nails he didn't place the psi-signature immediately, but it was definitely a teammate and it had stopped in front of his door. It was probably okay. There was still a hell of a lot of food, so his "come in" arrived almost simultaneously with the actual knock.
Scott pushed open the door a bottle of wine in his hands, "Hey Jim, happy birth..." his voice trailed off as the took in the sight in front of him. Jim lying on the couch having his nails done by Lorna and Jean..."Whaaaa?" he managed to get out as his mind struggled to make sense of the scene in front of him. The smile disappeared from Scott's face as it took on a calm, almost icy look and his hand perceptibly tightened around the neck of the wine bottle. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize I was interrupting" he said coldly.
Lorna sighed, "Well there goes for the makeover idea I had planned." Looking over back over at the movie before another guest arrived. Looking over her shoulder to see Scott, "Hi Scott." Looking over at Haller and just went back to painting his nails, concentrating on the thumbnail in particular. What a sight they must be.
Jean slowly put her wine glass down. She should've felt him coming, but she'd had too much wine. She felt like kicking herself.
"I was just leaving," she said as she put the cap back onto the nailpolish and pulled herself off the couch. Jim would just have to have four nails painted. She glanced at Jim and Lorna apologetically.
"Happy Birthday, Jim. I need to go."
If Scott was staying she wasn't .
Jim's attention flicked between Scott and Jean, suddenly struck by the realization being found having one's nails painted by the other half of a couple currently embroiled in a marital dispute was a terrible time to be drunk. He turned to the older man and gestured vaguely at one newly-reorganized corner with a half-painted hand. "Um, Jean brought me a flatfile for my birthday. She left it here this morning and came back to make sure it hadn't been accidentally removed because I never said anything." He added, in a desperate attempt to fill the silence, "It was here. I just wasn't paying enough attention to notice the entirely new piece of furniture."
Scott glanced over at the flatfile before turning back to the others, all in silence. "I don't want to disturb anything," he said, "just thought I'd stop by, wish you a happy birthday and drop off your present" he told Haller placing the wine down on the nearest table."I won't keep you from your...makeover." Scott continued as he turned to leave,
Looking up at Jean and then back at Jim unsure what to say. Half of her didn't want Jean to go and the other half didn't want Scott to go and just wished they would kiss and make up already! Lorna smirked slightly at the makeover comment but her head was down so no one would see it. 'Need more wine.' Was her only thought, which she reached over and finished off the rests of the wine. But she never said a word, she was too drunk for this.
This was...awkward. Utterly and completely. Jean rubbed her forehead, downing her glass.
"I'll be in the bathroom," she muttered, wandering into said area as she slammed the door.
Jim grimaced and tried to trade a look with Lorna, but found her busy trading a look of her own with the bottom of a wineglass. No further proof was needed to confirm her status as the Smart One.
"Scott, wait." The telepath pushed himself from the couch, halted for a moment as he struggled to keep the forgotten bottle of jack from flying all over the end table, and went to meet the other man by the door. He stopped and lowered his voice.
"Thanks," Jim said. "For the wine, I mean. I'm sorry, I just didn't think -- it was just Lorna and me, but Jean stopped by--"
Scott turned to face Haller, "It's ok. I should have called or something to make sure you were in. It's just," he gestured at the bathroom, "caught me by surprise." He sighed, "I didn't want to rain on your birthday," he managed to eke out a small smile. "Have a good day." Nodding at Lorna, Scott turned and walked out or the room.
Lorna winced slightly as Jean slammed the door. Pouring herself more wine, she moved a bit when Haller got up. Sitting on the couch, leaning on her hand. Waving at Scott and looked over at Jim. "Awkward...." She whispered and took another sip of her wine. If she was more sober she would have known exactly what to say.
Jim pinched the bridge of his nose. "So awkward," he concurred.
Jean sat down on the bathroom counter, her arms folded. After a moment the toilet paper roll floated into the air and started ripping off tiny pieces, one after the other. She waited until she couldn't hear Scott's voice any more.
Within a few moments of Scott's exit Jim heard the bathroom door open again. "I'm sorry, Jean," he said immediately. "I wasn't thinking, I should've checked who it . . . um." He saw her face. The lack of expression caused his brain to stop, back peddle, and defensively change the topic. "I did thank you for the flatfile, right? I really do like it. It'll help with a lot of . . ." He gestured to encompass the various piles that covered his suite, hoping the motion would belie the fact what he really wanted to do was be draining the rest of his bottle.
Leaning against the doorframe, Jean glanced between the two of them: Lorna, very engrossed in her glass, Jim, trying to smooth things over. She shrugged.
"Let's just have fun. It's your birthday. You only turn 30 once. I'm sorry I had to ruin it with my issues." She nodded to his hand.
"I'm missing a finger anyway."
For their sakes she was desperately trying to quell her suddenly sour mood. Tonight wasn't a night for that. It was a night for revelry. It wasn't fair to them.
Looking at the movie, "I wonder if there is any ghosts around we can bust. I mean how cool would it be to actually ghost hunt?" Lorna completely changed the subject altogether.
Already extending his unfinished hand to Jean's mercy, Jim jumped on this new topic so fast he almost dislocated a knee. "Doesn't Snow Valley handle that? . . . wait, I think I'm thinking of demons."
"Figurative and literal demons, yes. Actual ghosts...not sure. I'll have to ask Wanda about that one," Jean said as the nail polish floated into her hand and she turned the cap, eying the unopened bottle of wine longingly.
"I seem to recall the students having to deal with the ghosts Nico accidentally conjured up."
Lorna looked over at the two, "Nico conjured up ghosts? Where are they?" Her eyes told what she was thinking, go and bust them themselves.
"Gone?" Jim ventured, taking another swig. "It was an unfinished business . . . thing. Didn't really notice at the time. Only the kids could see them. Pretty harmless. The professor only mentioned it later and it did explain some stuff though." He made a face at the movie screen. "I wonder if any of them looked like the librarian ghost. I always hated that one."
Opening the last bottle Lorna brought herself, poured herself another glass and then poured Jean some. "Let's go hunt them. The Ghostbusters can do it why not us?" Taking a sip of her wine.
Jean laughed. "I'm going to need a lot more wine first," she said as she held up her glass.
"A toast...to David Haller. May you live in interesting times."
Pausing a moment, she took a long drink.
"Interesting, quiet times."
"Thanks for the qualifier," Jim observed, and raised his bottle to clink against Jean and Lorna's glasses. While he still felt uncomfortable about the incident with Scott he had to admit that, tonight, it was just less stressful to let it go.
Though later he wondered if he should have voiced the observation that vacuum cleaners really did sort of look like proton packs.
"Egon," Jim said resolutely. "I like that he's smart and calm. Jemail liked Zedmore. He said it's because Zedmore's cool, but I think it's because he's black and Jem was kind of racist." He took another drink. "Which I was, but Zedmore's still cool."
Turning 30 didn't seem important when your internal perception of age ranged from prepubescent to one's mid-forties, but it seemed to be to other people so Jim was just going with it. If nothing else, eating his way out of Lorna's culinary offerings was probably the only way he'd be able to get out of his suite. She had arrived unannounced with food, wine, and a fruitbasket of assorted gifts -- one of which he was currently drinking to compensate for the other. Ghostbusters seemed like an entirely logical progression for the night.
Lorna carefully painted his fingernails on his right side. "This color looks lovely on you." She only stopped painting to take a sip of her wine, which she was already buzzed. "Jean, how is your side coming along?" Looking over at the t.v. to see what was going on in the land of Ghostbusting.
"I think," Jean said as she squinted down at the fingernail polish. "I grabbed the wrong color."
"But that's okay."
She was crossing from buzzed into a little bit more than that, but decided to stop after this glass. It was very tasty, though.
"I like Venkman. But only to watch. I think I'd want to slap him if we were in the same room together."
"He was kind of an asshole. Ray was funny without being an asshole." Jim leaned forward to take another sip from the bottle he'd had no choice but to hold between his knees after the women had seized possession of his hands. Jean had appeared earlier to wish him a happy birthday, then remained for the movie and to help make a dent in Lorna's ample supply of wine. He'd started there, but after the nail polish came out so did the hard liquor. "I just want you guys to know that Cyndi is laughing at me right now, and I feel really classy drinking jack through a sparkly swizzle straw."
"I agree with Jean, Venkman is nice to watch. I think we could take him if he was in the same room. I bet we can be better ghost catchers than him any day. Also Jean there is no such thing as a wrong color." Lorna nodded and took another sip of her wine and continued to paint his nails. "It is your birthday you should always feel classy and I am glad you like the sparkly swizzle straw...it is sparkly!" She smirked and blew on his nails to dry them.
Jean grinned broadly, inspired by Lorna to take a drink from her own wine glass. Mmm. Peach.
"I suppose so. It is a lovely complementary color to your side. Jack, I am pleasantly surprised that you can sit through this without bitching."
"That's what the booze is for. He's fine as long as we stay away from the lipgloss." Jim leaned over to take another sip, then wrinkled his forehead. He was loose enough that his shields weren't pulled quite as high as normal. Given he had already imbibed enough alcohol that he was voluntarily allowing his female teammates to paint his nails he didn't place the psi-signature immediately, but it was definitely a teammate and it had stopped in front of his door. It was probably okay. There was still a hell of a lot of food, so his "come in" arrived almost simultaneously with the actual knock.
Scott pushed open the door a bottle of wine in his hands, "Hey Jim, happy birth..." his voice trailed off as the took in the sight in front of him. Jim lying on the couch having his nails done by Lorna and Jean..."Whaaaa?" he managed to get out as his mind struggled to make sense of the scene in front of him. The smile disappeared from Scott's face as it took on a calm, almost icy look and his hand perceptibly tightened around the neck of the wine bottle. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize I was interrupting" he said coldly.
Lorna sighed, "Well there goes for the makeover idea I had planned." Looking over back over at the movie before another guest arrived. Looking over her shoulder to see Scott, "Hi Scott." Looking over at Haller and just went back to painting his nails, concentrating on the thumbnail in particular. What a sight they must be.
Jean slowly put her wine glass down. She should've felt him coming, but she'd had too much wine. She felt like kicking herself.
"I was just leaving," she said as she put the cap back onto the nailpolish and pulled herself off the couch. Jim would just have to have four nails painted. She glanced at Jim and Lorna apologetically.
"Happy Birthday, Jim. I need to go."
If Scott was staying she wasn't .
Jim's attention flicked between Scott and Jean, suddenly struck by the realization being found having one's nails painted by the other half of a couple currently embroiled in a marital dispute was a terrible time to be drunk. He turned to the older man and gestured vaguely at one newly-reorganized corner with a half-painted hand. "Um, Jean brought me a flatfile for my birthday. She left it here this morning and came back to make sure it hadn't been accidentally removed because I never said anything." He added, in a desperate attempt to fill the silence, "It was here. I just wasn't paying enough attention to notice the entirely new piece of furniture."
Scott glanced over at the flatfile before turning back to the others, all in silence. "I don't want to disturb anything," he said, "just thought I'd stop by, wish you a happy birthday and drop off your present" he told Haller placing the wine down on the nearest table."I won't keep you from your...makeover." Scott continued as he turned to leave,
Looking up at Jean and then back at Jim unsure what to say. Half of her didn't want Jean to go and the other half didn't want Scott to go and just wished they would kiss and make up already! Lorna smirked slightly at the makeover comment but her head was down so no one would see it. 'Need more wine.' Was her only thought, which she reached over and finished off the rests of the wine. But she never said a word, she was too drunk for this.
This was...awkward. Utterly and completely. Jean rubbed her forehead, downing her glass.
"I'll be in the bathroom," she muttered, wandering into said area as she slammed the door.
Jim grimaced and tried to trade a look with Lorna, but found her busy trading a look of her own with the bottom of a wineglass. No further proof was needed to confirm her status as the Smart One.
"Scott, wait." The telepath pushed himself from the couch, halted for a moment as he struggled to keep the forgotten bottle of jack from flying all over the end table, and went to meet the other man by the door. He stopped and lowered his voice.
"Thanks," Jim said. "For the wine, I mean. I'm sorry, I just didn't think -- it was just Lorna and me, but Jean stopped by--"
Scott turned to face Haller, "It's ok. I should have called or something to make sure you were in. It's just," he gestured at the bathroom, "caught me by surprise." He sighed, "I didn't want to rain on your birthday," he managed to eke out a small smile. "Have a good day." Nodding at Lorna, Scott turned and walked out or the room.
Lorna winced slightly as Jean slammed the door. Pouring herself more wine, she moved a bit when Haller got up. Sitting on the couch, leaning on her hand. Waving at Scott and looked over at Jim. "Awkward...." She whispered and took another sip of her wine. If she was more sober she would have known exactly what to say.
Jim pinched the bridge of his nose. "So awkward," he concurred.
Jean sat down on the bathroom counter, her arms folded. After a moment the toilet paper roll floated into the air and started ripping off tiny pieces, one after the other. She waited until she couldn't hear Scott's voice any more.
Within a few moments of Scott's exit Jim heard the bathroom door open again. "I'm sorry, Jean," he said immediately. "I wasn't thinking, I should've checked who it . . . um." He saw her face. The lack of expression caused his brain to stop, back peddle, and defensively change the topic. "I did thank you for the flatfile, right? I really do like it. It'll help with a lot of . . ." He gestured to encompass the various piles that covered his suite, hoping the motion would belie the fact what he really wanted to do was be draining the rest of his bottle.
Leaning against the doorframe, Jean glanced between the two of them: Lorna, very engrossed in her glass, Jim, trying to smooth things over. She shrugged.
"Let's just have fun. It's your birthday. You only turn 30 once. I'm sorry I had to ruin it with my issues." She nodded to his hand.
"I'm missing a finger anyway."
For their sakes she was desperately trying to quell her suddenly sour mood. Tonight wasn't a night for that. It was a night for revelry. It wasn't fair to them.
Looking at the movie, "I wonder if there is any ghosts around we can bust. I mean how cool would it be to actually ghost hunt?" Lorna completely changed the subject altogether.
Already extending his unfinished hand to Jean's mercy, Jim jumped on this new topic so fast he almost dislocated a knee. "Doesn't Snow Valley handle that? . . . wait, I think I'm thinking of demons."
"Figurative and literal demons, yes. Actual ghosts...not sure. I'll have to ask Wanda about that one," Jean said as the nail polish floated into her hand and she turned the cap, eying the unopened bottle of wine longingly.
"I seem to recall the students having to deal with the ghosts Nico accidentally conjured up."
Lorna looked over at the two, "Nico conjured up ghosts? Where are they?" Her eyes told what she was thinking, go and bust them themselves.
"Gone?" Jim ventured, taking another swig. "It was an unfinished business . . . thing. Didn't really notice at the time. Only the kids could see them. Pretty harmless. The professor only mentioned it later and it did explain some stuff though." He made a face at the movie screen. "I wonder if any of them looked like the librarian ghost. I always hated that one."
Opening the last bottle Lorna brought herself, poured herself another glass and then poured Jean some. "Let's go hunt them. The Ghostbusters can do it why not us?" Taking a sip of her wine.
Jean laughed. "I'm going to need a lot more wine first," she said as she held up her glass.
"A toast...to David Haller. May you live in interesting times."
Pausing a moment, she took a long drink.
"Interesting, quiet times."
"Thanks for the qualifier," Jim observed, and raised his bottle to clink against Jean and Lorna's glasses. While he still felt uncomfortable about the incident with Scott he had to admit that, tonight, it was just less stressful to let it go.
Though later he wondered if he should have voiced the observation that vacuum cleaners really did sort of look like proton packs.