A quiet celebration.

[Haphestus]

"I Have no idea where "The Bomb" is." Said Clark now putting the empty glass down on the bar.
"In all honesty i am only here for the cheap drinks and the social interaction" Clark laughed in his mind at the last two word. 'An event for equally jaded and paranoid people. I should feel at home here, why don't i' Clark thought to himself.

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Nano Machines, Son.

[ChillerMiller]

"Well Jasmine..." Natalie said and took a sip from her glass. She smirked for a second afterwards. "Whatever it is, it surely is better than working non-stop. Call me blind or something, but I've never seen you taking some time for yourself." She said to Greenson with a smile, even though she knew that a lot of time Greenson had invested was for Natalie's therapy.

'Just wait and see...' Natalie thought to herself and leaned against the bar stool that was standing behind her.

[Pacific]

Well no its not miss Hunter and Angelina went to take a drink she ordered what appears to be the sirius version of a mojito and as she saw Natalie Jasmine Alexis and Catherine. She walked to them so greet them. " Jasmine good to see you long time no see. Miss Cahoone you to." She smiled.

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<3 Chuba<3

[Jihadjoe]

Jasmine leant against the bar and nodded in response to Dimitrova's greeting, before turning back to Natalie.

"Wouldn't worry too much about that, Nat... I'd be more concerned about Mr Dark-Mood over there" she said with a grin, indicating over to Clark. "Has anyone actually seen him not yelling at some inanimate object or looking vaguely depressed?"

- - - - -

Meanwhile, a few kilometers away, David Hale was sitting in his Manhattan apartment, debating whether or not to head down to the Rolling Stone. He hadn't been in the mood for socialising of late, for fairly good reason. But maybe it'd be good, he thought.

He grabbed his jacket off the back of an armchair and made for the door, locking it behind him and headed out into the night.

[color=#33FFFF]"Can't avoid them forever, Dave." he muttered to himself as he climbed into the back of a taxi.

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[rainth345]

Remus wasn't sure on what to wear... he had just had his surgery and a big glowing circle was on his chest. At his apartment, he tries out different kinds of clothes. Literally piles of rejected styles had littered Remus' apartment. *Too fancy... Too plain... Too colorful...* Then one last set of clothes were hiding in the closet.




"This one's perfect", he grinned while overlaying it upon himself. The color of the long sleeve matched with the radiant glow on his chest.

Not much furniture was around the apartment, he liked to lived simple. After making sure the scattered clothes were in their proper place, he set out towards the "Rolling Stone" in a motorcycle. A loud roar erupted from its engines. It was a classic Yamaha model, imported from Kusari. Arriving shortly after, he pulled out a silver pocket watch from his jacket. *Hope I'm not too late.* Returning it to its hiding place, he swiped his key card on the bike thereby shutting it off. With a smile on his face, he entered the establishment.

He took notice of the people already in the place. *Clark... Teerin.... Greenson... Cahoone.... Hunter... Dimitrova... Raven... Seems everybody is here. I expected more...* Two persons were seemingly out-of-place, two purpled-hair women... *I guess its the trend nowadays*, he shrugs and then proceeds to one of the stools next to Clark and Teerin.

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[Haphestus]

Clark ordered another Scotch and when he looked around he saw Remus walking up with a literal glow about him, the glow of his heart
"Well if it isn't mister Iron-heart" Clark said smirking, giving a quick two fingered salute as he picked up his new glass of Scotch. Something clicked in Clark's mind, something seemed off. He didn't know what it was but it was something. 'I'm just imagining things, i know I'm paranoid but i gotta keep buttoned up tight.' Clark thought to himself. 'Damn it i hate these kinds of things.'

[Teerin]

Teerin spots Remus peering over the crowd, then heading towards where he and Clark sat. As he finished his scotch, he heard "Well if it isn't mister Iron-heart" from Jorzza. Rohj chuckled, and saluted Sius when Clark did. Teerin simply added, "Hey, Remus. Care for a drink?"

[Rodent]

OORP note: Music tastes are subjective. Do not get aggravated.

A few hours before...

Reginald Lewis sat in his small apartment, thinking. He'd received a message, inviting him to some sort of party over at Manhattan, Navy people only. Maybe twenty years before, he'd have been there before you could finish reading the invitation. A young and lanky Reggie was a terror of small repute on Denver's rowdy nightlife. That was a long time ago though. Before he enlisted.

Thing was, as the years had progressed, he found that he fit in less and less at these sort of occasions. There was no specific reason to it...distance, perhaps. He'd not closely associated with the generations that came after him. Or maybe he'd just sobered out of that kind of thing.

But since it was off-duty hour, he didn't have much to do. Usually he'd spend the time in introspection, thinking. Trying to untangle the webs around his life. He compared his situation to sitting in the middle of an impending storm. You knew it was coming, wind blowing at you from all directions and electricity in the air making your hair stand on end...and you had to make a call, to run for the car or run for the house.

He'd been postponing that line of thought for a while. Procrastination was always a refuge...

Perhaps he'd go after all. He checked the clock, there were a few hours remaining, a shuttle from Denver would probably deposit him in time...he grabbed an outfit and decided to go for it.



And he ended up being late. At least the music hadn't started yet, so he'd probably not missed much...

Walking in, he noticed a lot of faces. Familiar ones. Perhaps most surprising was seeing Natalie Cahoone sitting in a corner with Captain Greenson. He'd kept abreast of the rumor mill, and it had said nothing good about her...both his eyebrows raised in surprise for a moment, but he controlled himself. There would be time to ask later. For now, he waved in their general direction and took an empty chair, giving him a general view of most of the occupants in the room.

"Evening. I don't suppose I missed anything?"

*******

"Your host is here."

Daler Mehndi suddenly appeared on stage, dressed in a unique outfit, to say the least.

He walked around the stage for a little, ensuring he had everyone's attention.

"Ladies and gentlemen, blondes, redheads, brunettes....and purples....Thank you for coming here. I suspect sitting here by my lonesome would be rather sad."

He grins, and then paces around the stage, speaking.

"Since long speeches are terrible, I'll keep this short. I see you've located the drinks already. I ordered enough for a hundred people, so we'll probably run out by five in the morning..."

He stops at the centre of the stage, and raises a hand.

"Food will arrive in a moment. Don't eat the red colored round things. They're poisonous. The rest should be good though. And there's only one thing left..."

He leans forward dramatically and puts particular emphasis on the next word.

"Entertainment. It'll basically go like this. Me and the band here will perform a few songs, then we'll stop for drinking, and then play again. This will go on until I fall on my face or ass, depending on gravity. There's spare equipment in the back if any of you want a crack at singing yourself, and the dance floor is yours to conquer. Simple enough, right?"

He stands upright again, recovering from his dramatic pose a moment ago.

"One last thing. Try not to get too drunk and start a fight or something, getting yourself thrown out of the bar. I know, I've been there."

He rubs his chin in contemplation...and grins.

"Actually, only start a fight if I can be involved as well. I'll start the music, and will start performances in a bit. Got any questions, come to me...now, music please."

He steps off the stage, and music starts playing.

[Jihadjoe]

The sound of music greeted Hale's ears as he stepped inside the Rolling Stone. He looked around a little for familiar faces, hoping he wouldn't be instantly noticed by the gathered crowd. He was glad he was late, it allowed him to slip into the building unnoticed, hopefully not disturbing the various officers who were, by the looks of it, having a pretty good time.

He walked up to the bar and tapped Greenson on the shoulder.

"Evening Jasmine" he said quietly... or rather, as quietly as the music would allow. He dropped his voice to a level Natalie wouldn't hear. "Glad to see Miss Cahoone out and about."

Jasmine smiled by way of a reply and finished her drink, grabbing Natalie by the hand and half-pulling her towards the dance-floor. "No time to talk to old men, David." she said with a mischievous grin as she disappeared through the crowd.

Hale tried not to smile as he ordered a drink and turned around to survey the scene.

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[Pacific]

Angelina was still all a little confused about this sense all the people around were fighter pilots to logistics pilots none from the Capital Division no Dreadnought Captains no Cruiser Commanders. She saw that the place has already light up and Clark was drinking his arse off. A lot of strange faces some familiar some completely unknown. She had No idea what was going on among the fighter pilots. But she decided to give it a try and try to merge in among the pilots. She looked around trying to see who was available for company and to start a conversation.

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