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Birthday Party for Laura/X-23

It's a pretty low-key party, all things considered, and not significantly different than the one Parker or Meg would have thrown in a dorm room for a friend at home, not-exactly-traditional menu not withstanding.

There's music, low enough to talk over (and maybe with a little more folk in the mix than one expects to find a party). Balloons and streamers in purple and blue and red. A place to leave presents. People to meet or catch up with.

And, most importantly, a chance to wish X-23 (or Laura) a very happy birthday.

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Well, sugar can provide a decent introduction. At least for Cass. Punches work too, of course, but they're really for a different group of people.

Cass eyes her own float critically before flicking her eyes over to X's. It is about that time, isn't it?

X nods, very slightly, then moves away from the shadowy corner.

They will triumph over the powers of . . . the buffet table.

Won't they?

The two of them together could take out a small army. Or even a large army for that matter, if one were honest. One little buffet table shouldn't pose a challenge to them.

Or so one might think. But that only holds true if someone hasn't drunk all of the rootbeer before they arrive.

Oh noes! WHAT WILL THEY DO?

X flicks a glance around the room, then begins a covert mission down to the bar to get more.

She will be back.

Cass should cover for her, in the meantime.

This is an excellent division of labor. After all, there is no master of espionage and deception like Cass.

Right?

Right.

X is much better at breaking things. Messily.

But she is careful with the root beer.

She even returns with several bottles.

And a waitrat with several more.

Clearly she is queen of stealth.

Cass didn't even notice she was gone! Or... something.

But the rootbeer (and the returning friend) definitely gets a grin. Cass has cleverly snagged a quart of icecream in order to ensure that a second trip doesn't have to be made. Because that would be very sad.

Cass has skills.

And X keeps herself busy setting out more root beer for a second.

Then she takes a couple empty glasses and two bottles of root beer, and heads over to join Cass.

Cass beams in welcome and holds out the icecream.

For which she has failed to obtain a scoop.

Oops?

There are two options here.

X could cut chunks of ice-cream with the knife Rose gave her for Christmas, or she could go get a spoon.

Guess which option she chooses?

The knife is handier! And using the knife would mean that Cass gets to examine it. And she likes knives. Especially nice knives.

And Rose has taste!

Rose does.

And the knife is metaphorically X, too. Surely this makes it nicer.

And now they can pour root beer over the ice cream.

Everyone wins.

Even the knife! For they're made to be used, after all, and it probably feels quite gratified to be used for its intended purpose!

Cass takes her glass and lifts it in another silent salute. It's apparently a tradition now?

Since X leans forward to clink her glass against Cass'--

Yes.

It is definitely a tradition.

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