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It was easy for Jack to be among the first there: two weeks fresh from the pods--his money still frozen, his meager amount of possessions closeted away, and his snacks eaten within days--he had very little left to occupy his time outside of working, sleeping, and eating. Thus when he heard there was a party on the beach, there wasn't a debate whether to attend or not. Loner as he was on the inside, Jack did crave social interaction after having only limited contact with hunters outside of business.

He arrived shortly after his jog around the island, towel around his neck, and plucked a green glowstick from the bunch. "Partying hard?" he asked, eying the pair's work with some curiosity.

Finn was't big on social situations, but at this point his days were becoming so monotonous he was actually craving the change in scenery. So, after he'd finished his patrolling for the day, he'd gone back to his room and gotten ready, dressing to the nines in the nicest clothing he currently possessed, which consisted of a grey button up vest over a red shirt and tie with grey pants and black boots. The wide cuffs of his shirt were rolled up so that they nearly touched his elbows, revealing on his left wrist a wind up watch on a thick, double leather band, an item that he didn't wear often because of it's sentimental value.

Also his hair looked pretty damned stupendous.

Arriving on the beach, strolling along casually with his hands in his pockets, it didn't take him long to pick out at least one familiar face...or make that two, since he could now make out little miss princess off mixing what he hoped were alcoholic drinks. He'd have to check that out later, but first he veered towards his too tall buddy, pulling a hand out of his pocket to stoop down and collect a magenta colored glow stick with a smirk, twirling it over his knuckles.

Approaching Jack, he silently pulled out a fairly fresh looking pack of cigarettes from his back pocket, flicking the lid open with his thumb to reveal that it was nearly full, with a black lighter tucked into place where four of the already smoked cigarettes used to reside, before wordlessly holding it up towards the giant in offering, one eyebrow raised, before looking around with a frown.

"Am I early? Or is this one of those things where you're meant to arrive fashionably late?" And because Jack was standing conveniently close to a certain lady he hadn't seen in a while....

"Hey princess." He gave her a winning smile, and realized that he still didn't even know her actual name.

The word party had been enough to pique Ian's interest, but the word booze was what cemented his decision to attend the unofficial gathering held on one of the beaches of Deus Ex Machina. With the exception of a bottle of whiskey shared by what would perhaps be a friend (if he even knew how friendship worked), Ian had yet to find some place that had god drinks.

And now, it seemed, his thoughts had been answered.

Ian made his way casually along the uneven sand, his hands in the pockets of a pair of well-worn jeans, a black teeshirt tossed carelessly on over them without either his official coat or scarf. It seemed to him that the "hosts" - or at least, the the ones he could sort of decide were the ones running it, was the same girl that he had seen during that impromptu star watching gathering.

Ian lifted a hand, flashing a casual smile. "Evening," he said lightly to Mimsy, and he gave a nod to the unfamiliar male, his eyes flickering briefly across his face curiously. He reached into the pocket of his jeans and pulled out his phone, typing out a short message.

Another familiar face! Deus felt much less socially intimidating when Mimsy felt as if she had observed each of them at least once. She gave Ian a little smile.

"Good evening. I am pleased that you could attend. You have proven yourself to be good company!" Her fingers were curled very tightly around the neck of the glassware. It did not make a good stress ball.

Watching the arrivals meant watching Nevada, and watching Nevada meant noticing when she touched Ian's arm and called him 'handsome'. Flirting. She wrinkled her nose and immediately stared down at the glowing flask of liquid, pretending that was why she was making that face. The wine almost went ignored, until she realized that she was no longer talking to Ian; clearing her throat and putting on a smile again, she reached to take it.

"Thank you for coming, and for the wine! How considerate! Please feel free to uncork and enjoy it at your leisure, as well!" She inspected it as much as she thought one should expect a wine bottle, before setting it on the table near her. "I think that we will all have so much fun!"

"The pleasure is all mine, Starshine," said Ian easily, passing a light smile towards Mimsy - a smile that widened the more she spoke, Ian tilting his head a little towards her. "I'm glad you figured that out," he added with a teasing wink. His gaze moved around at the people already here, Ian rocking back on his heels. It was still a small gathering, but more people had started to arrive - including someone that he knew quite well.

"Hey, hot stuff," Ian said, bypassing the "gentle" part of Nevada's greeting and slinging an arm casually around her shoulders. "You doing all right, Hawkeye?" His eyes fell on the bottle of wine in her hand. "Looks like you brought something to help get things underway, how considerate of you."

While he might have been strolling down the beach to head towards the party, the moment he saw what he was sure was glowsticks, the stroll turned into a full out run.

"Gimme the glowsticks gimme the glowsticks gimme the - ******** YES." Robert grabbed as many as he could, and started hanging them all over his body. With his mouth, he was making techno beats, even as he twirled them around, until he stopped, suddenly realizing something.

"There ain't no ********' music."

Shot in the heart with disappointment, he slumped over - covered in glowsticks - to the alcohol table, whereupon he discovered there was alcohol. This, of course, brightened him up considerably, proving him to be almost as easily mood-swung as his weapon was. "HEY KIDS." He greeted the entire group that were milling about. "Is there any beer?" This he asked both Lucky and Mimsy, because they were the ones mixing. "I don't drink any of that fruity foo foo stuff you two are obviously makin' back there."

"15mL diethyl phthalate, 3mg BPEA, 1g sodium acetate, 800mg TCPO," Lucky answered in Mimsy's stead without even glancing in the direction of her makeshift experiment. He pushed a dark bottle across the table to her, something that could have easily been pilfered from a first aid kit. "And 3mL hydrogen peroxide."

"You'll see," he added with a knowing grin to Abbi, Finn, and Jake Jack.

Robert's sudden appearance caught his attention. He smiled warmly. He hoped.

"Ah, here. This one I owe you." Lucky disappeared briefly somewhere behind or underneath the table to procure a single disappointingly room-temperature bottle. Holding out like a on offering, he waited until Robert got close enough to grab it. In one quick motion the life intermediate reached out with his free hand to pull Robert closer until they were both leaning about halfway across the table side by side. The next part he whispered playfully into Robert's ear, just loud enough for the two of them - and maybe, accidentally, the party's hostess. "But if you vant more, you vill owe me something."

And just as quickly he let go, slipping back to his side of the table.