riverviewlogs | I am Sixteen, going on Seventeen (Open

who: EVERYONE
what: Lola Pacini's Seventeenth Birthday
when: 4/16 - late afternoon
where: The Sunset Diner
warnings: FUN!
note: This is a Mingle, tag each other, make new CR, it'll be fun! I'll leave some specific places to poke Lola, but if you wanna put in your own top level or whatever... go for it!

It took some haggling, but Lola got her boss to give her the space for a few hours today. Lola did all the set-up (minus food prep, which she wormed out of some of the fry cooks). She took over the sunrise side of the diner. The room of warm oranges and reds, but more importantly it had less booths and more tables. So some of those could be cleared out for the day. S he put soft blue and green bows and streamers everywhere. Put linens over the tables, swept the floor, made sure everything was clean and nice.

She set out some of the food already, serve yourself at one table. Most of it is an attempt at Mexican cuisine but given how the ingredients aren't exactly right she can't really call it authentic. She left a table aside for people to bring foods from home, she's still curious to try things that aren't of her Earth, or of Earth at all. She didn't bother with a table for gifts, she wanted them, but she didn't feel they would happen. She didn't want to get her hopes up. That never ended well.

Honestly Lola doesn't really know what she wants out of this. Friends? Maybe? Or maybe just to make something happen. If some other people become friends at her party that'd be enough.

Right?

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What the hell is she even doing here?

Aside from hovering around the edges of things and holding a paper gift bag, looking like just about the biggest dirtbag to ever walk the Earth, that is. She's never even met this Lola girl, and having some rando adult show up at her party prolly wouldn't scan well. Still, Mae saw the network post, and she figured she'd be pretty bummed if nobody showed up. Besides, it's not like she's got anything better to do today, right?

Alright, Mae, deep breaths. You're older than her, this is no big deal for you. Steeling her resolve, she makes her way across the diner towards the birthday girl, free hand waving.

"Hey! Uh, Lola, right? Happy b-day! Sweet... seventeen, amirite?" Before she can correct her, Mae thrusts the bag forward for her to take. "Here, these're for you. Sorry it's not anything special, sorta strapped for cash right now." That is absolutely not true, but she didn't know this girl even existed until very recently, so whatever. Inside, Lola will find an assortment of gift cards for local businesses, mostly beauty parlors and bakeries and stuff. Mae's trying to play it safe here.

So, you know, the cat thing, that's a bit startling. And Lola, she means well, but she spends more than a few moments studying and taking in this... creature. Look, she has to get used to a lot! But, eventually the part of her that knows being a host means being polite, like with a customer, takes over.

"Yes, hello!" Whatever confusion, cold judgment, and apprehension she had does melt away at being offered a gift, "Thank you. I didn't really expect anyone would get me anything. I just wanted to meet more people." Well, that and being the center of attention is pretty great, it means you can't focus on some feelings. She's definitely taking stock of the cards she got.

"Oh! This place makes some of the best cupcakes!" Baked goods and beauty products are a good step to Lola's affections.

She wants to say she's used to the weird looks and awkward questions by now, like all that stuff's just sank into her skin and started bouncing off. But it hasn't, it really hasn't, and that few seconds of consideration is enough to make her even less comfortable about this whole proposition. But it's too late to back out now!

Really, "Too Late to Back Out Now" should be the title of her autobiography.

"Yeah, but I'd feel like a complete trashbag showing up to a stranger's party without a gift, so." She makes a grand gesture towards the bag, already being gutted of its contents. "There ya go!" She does not, in fact, feel like any less of a trashbag for having completed this transaction.

"Do they? I tried a couple free samples while I was picking out cards, but I was kinda in a hurry. So, uh, sorry if any of these places turn out to be really crappy, is all I'm saying." Wow, way to instill confidence. Very helpful.

"But you don't really know what I like, I'd rather not get a gift then get a bad gift. Cause I'd feel bad for not appreciating what they did?" Lola's dad was bad at getting her gifts, he just couldn't get how to buy for a teenage girl. He tried, oh he tried, but he never hit the mark. How could anyone here try to hit the mark without knowing her.

"Still, I did invite everyone, so relax, have fun, talk to other people if you want. Um... first, um, you forgot to introduce yourself." That was important, Lola invited everyone on the network so people should just know who she is. Although that might change if people were expecting her blue hair. Right now half her hair was red.

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