recolle | (open) sometimes your birthday falls on an event day and you just have to make the most of it

WHO: Tuuri and you!
WHERE: Club Sunshine plus bonus BEACH PARTY
WHEN: July 3 in the afternoon into the evening!
WHAT: It's Tuuri's 21st birthday and you're invited!
WARNINGS: stupid amounts of alcohol, probably

[Goro "Best Boss Ever" Majima opened up the club during the day to host a party for Tuuri's 21st birthday, and basically anyone that Tuuri's exchanged names with in Recolle is invited. (Even the minors, if Tuuri has her say, just don't get Majima into trouble.) There's tons of decorations, some sort of Europop playing because it seemed like a safe choice, a cake, the works! Stop in, mingle around, don't mind the antisocial guy in the corner who's got to be a cousin or something, and help Tuuri celebrate her return to a legal drinking age in her country of residence!

As an added bonus, her birthday is so close to Independence Day that there are a ton of fireworks and other celebrations in (what she can pretend is) her honor. Once Club Sunshine needs to kick them out for the night in order to open on time, Tuuri proposes moving to the beach to hang out and maybe set off a few sparklers of their own. Too young to go to a host club and get hammered? Never met Tuuri before in your life? It's all good, come hang out at the beach instead! There might even be some bingo going on. So drop on by and (try to) say hyvää syntymäpäivää!

(But seriously, you don't get cake until you say hyvää syntymäpäivää.)]

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[Sigrun, being of course from the homeland, thinks these drinking laws are pretty stupid, too.]

[And frankly, they can get screwed.] Nah, not really. [She holds the glass out to him.] You wannit?

[It smells like death.]

[ IDK Sig, smells like regular old aquavit to him ]

Yeah, sure!

[ He takes a sip. ]

Not bad. Sure you don't want the rest?

[Rye death.]

[Sig waves an easy hand, grinning] Nah, 'm good. I think I'll just drink some shitty beer until this game ends.

[She knits her brow, very concerned over Sweden's lead over Norway as she looks at the score on her phone.] Schelin is a hell of a striker...

[ ER.....rrrr... ]

So how do you know Tuuri?

[ Because like, is she aware that this is a private party... ]

[Not even a little]

Tuuri? Oh! You mean Finnish girl? [She jerks a thumb at the birthday girl in question] We met on the bus once.

[I mean. At least they've met...]

[ Er... ]

Well, you could... buy her a drink?

It's her birthday today!

Oh wait... Um, we're going to the beach after this, and she wanted to see fireworks. Do you wanna help me set them off? And then you can say it's a gift from you! Since I already got her one.

It's her birthday!? [Sigrun's head jerks up, brows knit. Why did no one tell her]

Well damn, no wonder there's so many of your kids running around the bar today! Although ...weird place for a birthday party considering. You know, America and-- [She mimes a drinky-drinky motion.] I won't tell, though! I'm cool.

[She will definitely buy Tuuri some terrible, strong drink, though. And then tell her you told her to do it. YW, Emil.]

[But fireworks sounds awesome. Blowing shit up? Sigrun wants to blow shit up. A wild smile spreads on her face.] I'm in! I got nothin' to do tonight anyway.

[You have acquired one (1x) crazed Viking woman handling explosives.]

Edited (idek what that typo was) 2017-07-04 16:13 (UTC)

Alright, perfect!

Just keep it low okay, I want the fireworks to be a surprise!

[ He's very proud of this development and then he has another thought-- ]

Oh, but you didn't bring a swimsuit, right?

[Sigrun gives a thumbs-up] You got it! I'm great at secrets.

[She's not]

[He just gets a dismissive handwave at that] Nah, but I can rough it! The ocean water here isn't great for doing some serious swimming in, anyway. Too rough.

--I mean, I can. [She gives a look, don't misunderstand, she can do it.]

I don't think it's usually that bad--

--Wait.

[ OF COURSE. ]

You don't um... have an app on your phone that maybe you don't want, do you?

[ So good at this asking people if they're on Retrospec thing. ]

A who in the what?

[Sigrun tilts her head, then thinks a second, then exits out of this disaster of a football match to look at her phone apps.]

[Then she tilts her phone at Emil so he can see her apps screen. Yup, there it is- blue and bold, the Retrospec icon.]

There, that one!

You got a card, right? There was like a wark-wark noise?

[ He clears his throat ]

Wark! Wark!

Like that?

...Yanno, I did get this weird pop-up this morning...

[Sigrun rubs her chin, staring at her phone.] I thought it was just another virus, though. And this app that won't go away. I gotta go to the fixer-upper guy again.

[Yeah, she's one of those. Totally helpless with tech.]

Oh no, you can't get rid of it. We've all been trying...

But they did say we'd get some information if we played their stupid game. Hey, would you mind helping me with it actually?

Someone's... gotta sit on my back while I do pushups.

[ And like he's too shy to ask anyone but he figures Sig would definitely not think that is weird at all. ]

What!! [She glares at her phone, as if that would help.] Man, I don't care. I hardly know where I got half these apps anyway.

[Probably because they're malware.]

[But Sigrun does like games. And Emil's challenge sounds hilarious- she cracks up a little, and gives him another look-over like she had when they were at the gym.] You think you can handle that? I mean, I sure don't mind!

...Don't worry; I'll help you through it. You picked the right coach!

Yeah, of course! I'm pretty strong!

Let's do it right now!

[ He stands up and then--

--Sits back down because they're in a booth and he's not going to crawl over Sigrun to get out. ]

[...She gives him another little side-eye at that, but okay, if you say so, kid!!]

[She slides out of the booth to let Emil out, glancing over to the drink and deciding to drain it after all.]

[With a flourish of her hand] Get crackin'! I'll count. How many you gotta do?

Twenty! You wanna count them or should I?

[ He'll go outside the club first, no need to impose on the other partygoers and he definitely doesn't want to get kicked out by Kaz. ]

I'll count! [A loud PFFFBBT] Twenty? That's it? You should go for more. Make it a real challenge.

[Well fiiiiine, you big baby. Sig follows him outside, tossing her jacket off.] How about for every extra 5, I'll give you a dollar.

[Push your limits, Emil!! Reach for the stars!]

Wait, really?

[ He drops to the ground and waits for her to get on his back. HE'LL DO A HUNDRED.

Okay, realistically he'll do like 30 and then try to make it to 40 but struggle around 32. ]

Really! Show me what you're made of, shortstuff!

[She FLOPS onto his back and gives him a supportive slap on the shoulders.]

Alright, take it away! ONE! ...TWO!...

[And yeah, she may have taken a selfie or two during the while...]

Three!

[ And he's off to the races! Well, almost. This is a lot harder than he thought it'd be, but he makes it to twenty and... makes it to 23... 26... and... has shaky arms and...

Okay, at least he made it past 20!

He collapses, and ow ow ow ]

[WHUMP!]

[Emil collapses, and Sigrun collapses onto him. Yup, still on his back as he gasps for air. She looks down at him, shaking her head and tutting.] Oh, come on. Not even 30?

[She digs her wallet out, and drops a single dollar onto his head.] Well, a promise is a promise.

....Thanks.

[ Please, leave him here to die. ]

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