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We're gonna party like it's the end of the world! [Semi-closed]

Who: All of Platinum Phoenix Enterprise (formerly known as Violet Systems) and their choice of guests.
When: December 21, 2012
Where: Platinum Phoenix's humble building in Sector 8, not far from Grant Stadium.
Summary: Lee throws a little thanksgiving party to his staff, allowing them to bring a guest of their choice. Things happen!
Warnings: Drunkenness? Intrigue? Shenanigans? People standing in corners??

((ooc: I've posted this tagged all the current employees I can remember for now. If you feel like I've missed you or if your character is no longer part of the company, just let me know :3 ))

While Violet Systems used to have its company parties in its posh SERO-owned building in Sector 2, the new home for the new company is but a simple office structure on the outskirts of the industrial sector, only two floors high and with a rather old-fashioned look to its fascade.

That doesn't stop Lee Chaolan from throwing a good party, though. It pretty much goes to show how much he won't pass up on throwing a celebration. And besides that, this serves as a kind of holiday party for his team. There's no gift-giving, but there's beer from a neutral microbrewery and champagne from a local neutral vineyard. True to his word, the CEO had gone all-out in his support for newcomer-owned and true neutral businesses. Who said that corporate responsibility ended when work was over?

With all the little details aside, Lee hoped his employees could have a good time and take the opportunity to mingle. This is especially true for his newest additions to the company: Claudio, Jade, and Aoko.

He raises his glass of champagne to the party gathered before him:

"A toast to Platinum Phoenix Enterprises and whatever lies before us!"

And with that, the party begins.

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Sheila sips her champagne at Lee's toast, then starts searching the crowd for any friends who might be among the revelers. She knows Tim's here somewhere, so that will make at least two friends floating among the crowd, a fact that automatically makes her less nervous.

You can find her milling about in a stunning white gown while trying not to preen too overtly.

Well, there will be a good number of people in the room since Lee's made it open to any guest. He approaches Sheila, intent on making sure all his employees are enjoying their night.

"That is a splendid gown you have on tonight. Did you invite any friend to the party?"

"Thank ye," she beams, "And ye look likewise handsome. 'Twas made by my own hand." She shakes her head. "Many of mine hath had a quarrelsome time. I art looking for Tim, however."

"Ah, I see... well, he should be around here somewhere." Lee stretches up a bit, aware of how short he is despite his muscle-bound physique. He relaxes after a while.

"In any case, it's but a small party, so need not worry about not being able to see him here. I'm certain you will. In the meantime, I would like you to get to know our new employees. Aoko Nakamori, in particular, will be part of my secretarial staff along with you."

Tim was around. He and his date that might actually be a date had arrived fashionably late, of course, but they were there. He was making the rounds at the moment, a glass of champagne in hand, looking nice in a nice pair of pants and a beautifully soft button down shirt. When Tim saw Sheila, he came over with a winning smile.

"You look stunning tonight, Sheila. It's nice to see you sort of out of the office, we don't see each other enough. Are you having a good time?"

[Snake isn't much one for parties. He feels conspicuous with his white cane, a necessity while out in public unless he wants to cling to someone's arm all night. Which he does not, because Lee is playing host, and the last thing he needs is a human anchor. More importantly, the last thing Snake wants to be is a human anchor. Yet he wants to be here to support his lover, even if, as he recalls, no one here actually knows about them. It's been a year by now.

Snake is dressed quite finely in blue, white and gray: trousers, button-down shirt and a pinstriped vest. They're well-tailored for his rather tall, slender form. There's a rather regal air about the man, the way he holds himself and his excessively pale skin.

Snake is seen with a drink in his hand free most of the night, listening to this or that conversation. When people shuffle around as they tend to at parties like this, he finds it most comfortable to stay out of the way.]

[[OOC: Snake is a telepath, please see here for explanation/permissions.]]

[After a while of attending to his employees and their guests, Lee walks over to Snake. Despite the fact that they are lovers, in a setting like this, Lee continues to keep his professional facade. But he does also have reason to be this way: Lee likes keeping work separate from his personal life.

That doesn't mean that he can't allow Snake to enjoy the benefits of being the person closest to Lee, though.]

How are you doing?

You have a great many interesting people employed here. One wonders how you find time for me at all. [Snake says primly, finishing the wine in his hand. His cheeks, ever-pale, have begun to take on a bit of a flush from the alcohol he's consumed.]

Be a darling and fetch me another drink?

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Did you find someone you like in my company?

[Lee chuckles a little at that, not sure how to feel about Snake's remark. But he will get Snake another drink.]

Champagne, wine, beer? What would you prefer?

Yes. Many fetching men and women. [Snake hands him his previous glass.] Red wine, please.

Glad to hear that my employees aren't boring you, then.

[With a smile, he takes that glass.]

I'll be back in a moment.

[There is a fleeting touch to the small of Snake's back before Lee parts, getting the wine for him.]

[Snake frowns, hugging himself a little with his good arm while Lee is away. He doesn't even notice he's done it until Lee returns with the wine and he automatically puts his hand out for it.]

[It never ceases to amaze Lee how Snake could sense that he was back. He gently pushes the wine into the outstretched hand.]

Are you alright?

[He noticed the way he was holding himself as he was walking towards him.]

[Snake takes a long drink before replying to Lee.]

...You know, I quite like that young man you have employed. Tim, isn't he? Is he seeing anyone?

[It's such a petty thing to say, and in the back of his head Snake knows he's better than stooping to this. Yet, here his voice, sharp and cutting and hardly caring at all.]

[Lee feels just a little cross with this... but... they never were together in a sense. Yes, they were lovers, shared a bed together, and he does give him gifts quite often, but they never did have some kind of formal declaration of loyalty or love or anything of the sort. He takes a deep breath. His voice is calm. But there is a strain of tension audible there.]

Tim... none that I know of. But he does seem to be close with his guest, Christina.

[Tim wasn't fazed in the slightest by the cane. For all he knew, Snake would suddenly pull a sword from it, toss it to the side, and reveal that he was never blind in the first place. Wouldn't be the first time something like that happened. In fact, Barbara would probably kick his ass for thinking he could relax around someone with some sort of disability.

It's both this thought, and genuine intrigue that gave him the smile on his face as he came over to say hello on one of his rounds.]

Hello. You're a friend of Mr. Chaolan's, right? I'm Tim, I work with him.

How rude of Lee not to introduce me sooner. [Snake offers his right hand, after some shuffling. He prefers to do what he can right-handed, considering the limitations of his left, but this presents a problem when he's out with the cane. He neither confirms or denies this 'friendship', while Snake is definitely capable of lying, he prefers not to, and this particular one leaves a sour taste in his mouth.]

I am Snake. A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Tim.

I think he's just been really busy lately, what with the business, and dealing with SERO, it probably just slipped his mind. [He takes his hand, palm a little rough, but warm, and he gives it a solid shake.]

It's nice to meet you too, Snake. How are you liking the party so far?

It is pleasant enough. At least Lee has the presence of mind to employ somewhat interesting and intelligent people, so I haven't been completely bored. [Everything Snake says is colored with gentle humor, though he is in truth being completely and honestly arrogant, he is not disgusted nor disappointed, simply amused that anything could be even close to his standards.]

I would ask you how the party goes for you, but it is possibly going quite abysmally if you are taking the time to introduce yourself to strange guests of your employer. [A laugh.]

What is it you do for Platinum Phoenix? You sound quite young to be involved in this sort of venture.

[That makes Tim laugh.] He definitely has some pretty interesting people who work for him. But I do work for him, so I think that could be taken as a compliment.

[He takes a sip of his champagne.] It's not going that bad, actually. I just thought I'd come over and say hi, you seemed like you could use someone to talk to. Parties are a lot more dull if you don't have someone to waste the time with.

[He grinned, though.] I'm the lead developer for the company. A recent promotion, actually, I was just another developer until we moved. [He paused.] I'm enrolled in school, here, but I... like working. I like work.

[Snake merely makes neutral noises at the sentiment that parties were dull without someone to talk to - again, he could remain affixed to Lee's arm, but it would seem odd, wouldn't it? Besides, he does find too much small talk to be tiresome. He would much rather sift over people's thoughts, peer into their dirty secrets, immoral as it is.

So perhaps it is a good thing that this friendly young man has come to speak to him and distract him.]

Where are you enrolled? I attend SPU. If you ever need a tutor, I am available for many subjects and would give you a company discount, so to speak.

[It wouldn't seem odd if the two of them were dating. But since it didn't seem like they were...

Honestly, Tim had guessed about this for awhile now. You weren't called the world's greatest detective for being dumb and blind. But schools. Right. He hadn't thought about it, lately, but he needed to keep it up for appearances. And that meant getting tutors.]

My friend, Christina, is planning on going to school... I think she's going to SPU? I'm at SPU, and I would... really like a tutor. [A sigh, a smile, more of a sheepish one.] You don't have to give me a discount. How are you at English? Writing skills, those are not my strong points.

I can definitely help with things such as style, vocabulary and sentence structure, but unfortunately, for the entire package, you may wish to seek out another tutor, one slightly better suited for the going over your work with a red pen. [Snake trusts he does not need to go over why that is explicitly, but just to drop a hint, he says crisply:] If perhaps you would like to learn to read braille, I tutor in that as well.

[The hint was definitely not needed, but it made Tim smile.]

I could always used help with a speech or two. [And the smile got wider.] I'd love to learn to read braille, though. But isn't it that the tutor needs to find the right pupil, instead of the pupil finding the right tutor?

Are you perhaps a student of philosophy as well, Tim? [Snake chuckles quietly.] Here in Siren's Port I've taught one of the worst pupils I ever had the misfortune of coming across. If I can teach him, I believe I can produce from the most stubborn of students.

Unfortunately, no. I like getting my hands dirty too much to go into something as lofty as philosophy. [He laughed.]

That sounds almost like a dare. Or a bet waiting to happen. I don't know if I would be a stubborn student, but I like to take a man's word on how good he is.

Christina's here, wearing a sensible dress and shoes with her hair curled into ringlets, and looking altogether like she's trying too hard- smiling at everyone, nodding, etc. It's not that she doesn't want to be here- she does. Badly. She's just not sure what it means- if she's a guest, if she's a date, if this is the first step towards something for her and Tim or if she's just wishful thinking.

Needless to say she's currently in a corner, nursing a glass of champagne and swaying a bit to the beat of the music, trying not to get her hopes up too much, and just enjoying the party. If nothing else, it's a party for a good cause, and she can appreciate that much, even just as Tim's friend.

If there's one thing Lee can't ignore, it's a lady who seems a little unsure at a party. It's a kind of ladies' man's instinct he's developed over the years.

Or more like a fatherly kind of thing, given his age and how young this guest appears. Oops. He approaches Christina.

"Good evening, are you enjoying the party?"

Christina jumps a bit, having gotten completely lost in her whirlwind of scenarios about this entire situation. She covers it up with a bright smile and tries to look like she was completely enjoying herself and not zoning out.

"It's great. I just don't know anyone here, so I'm wallflowering it for a bit." That sounds like a horrible excuse and she pulls a face and tries to soften the explanation a bit. "I'm Tim's... friend."

At the mention of Tim, Lee looks around and sees him mingling about with the other guests. It was no surprise.

"I see. Your friend is definitely quite the sociable one. He has a knack for rallying up his co-workers into mischief in the office."

He chuckles, grinning at Christina. Hopefully sharing silly office stories, like embarrassing baby photos, would help ease the mood.

Whenever she finishes that first glass, Tim will be there with a second. Not to get her drunk! But it's a party, and a few glasses of champagne wouldn't hurt anyone. plus, if they nursed them for awhile, Tim, at least, could wave off any offers of something stronger. But he was glad that Christina had agreed to come with him to this party. He was reasonably, fairly certain, pretty certain, that he was ready to put himself...not out there, that wasn't the right phrase. But ready to try. To maybe make a connection that he could feel safe with.

And, despite all of her powers and her fears, Tim felt safe with her. Which wasn't as odd as it sounded, when you considered who he spent time with back home, who his friends were, his family...he was sort of nervous. When was the last time he went out with a girl? Or anyone? Yeah, he was nervous.

"You don't have to try so hard," Tim said with a smile, offering her a second glass with the hand not currently in a cast. "No one in this room can really judge, if you're worried about that. I think everyone just wants you to have a good time." He paused, juggling his other glass to the correct hand. "Are you having a good time?" Because that is something he's worried about.

"Oh God, am I trying too hard?" She balked a bit, taking the drink and flushing in a way that had nothing to do with the champagne going to her head. "You'd think I never actually go out, which... honestly I don't. Or I do, but the parties are usually less intimate."

BAD WORD CHOICE. She covered her words up with an awkward grin, hoping Tim wouldn't linger too long on them and then promptly moved into less nervous talk. She could act like a woman and not a lovestruck teen. She handled it fine with Jesse before, but considering how that ended, she now had to spend an overly long time second guessing everything. "I'm having a great time. Thank you for inviting me. It was really sweet of you."

"Just a little bit, but don't worry. I don't think anyone but me would really notice," He took a drink of champagne. Was this party intimate? He wasn't going to press, but of course he took notice. He also took notice of her blush, and he took notice of her smile, and the way her hair glowed in the light, and. Tim took note of everything. Everything, usually, but a lot about her.

Tim looked down with a smile, one only slightly less awkward then hers. "I'm glad. That you're having a good time, and that you agreed to come. I think the last party I went to, here, was probably my birthday party, and that wasn't so much a party as..." A wave of his hand, and he really didn't want to go into that. "I was a little worried you might say no, actually. That it'd be a little weird." Tim laughed. "Anyway, I'm glad you said yes. You look really great tonight, by the way. Really great."

Christina was starting to turn red and she hoped it was just because she'd had an entire glass and was working on a second one. Maybe that was what he'd think and she could argue that no, she wasn't blushing because of his smile, which while awkward was nice.

She had a type. She had a type something bad. Boy scouts with perfect hair and great smiles who made all the darkness go away (yeah, right up until it gets too much for them and they bolt or stab you). She bit her lip. She swore she'd get through his night without fretting about what Jesse did, because it wasn't what Tim would do. He saw weird all the time. Ahiru was right about that much.

At the mention of her looking good, her flush was too high on her cheeks to be the alcohol. "Ahiru helped me pick this out and Crowley didn't say anything about me looking like a hooker when I left, so I guess it worked for me." She tugged at her skirt and leaned forward. "Also, we're really bad at this, aren't we?"

At least she could admit it. It was somehow a lot more comforting knowing he was just as awkward as her.

"Ahiru has good taste," Tim was able to get out, mind racing between Ahiru helped and Crowley didn't say she was a hooker? So that was good? He went for another drink of champagne, trying not to laugh into it.

"Awful. Really awful at this," He laughed, hiding his face with the arm in a cast as he laughed. "I'm sorry. The last time I did this was... I don't know if I remember the last time I did something like this. Asked a girl out and went out with her." Maybe he could remember. He'd never really asked Tam out, though he'd thought about it. Steph, he'd dated, until she died, and even when she came back, it just could never be the same. Which is what he was worried about, though he could put it in the back of his mind for now. Worried about something happening to her. Because of him.

"But I really mean it, even without the awkwardness. You look great, tonight, and I'm really glad you said yes to coming. I was worried you'd be worried, because of who we are and what we do. It's a little weird, I know," He leaned against the wall, becoming co-conspirators with her as he leaned in a little. "Guess we both come to this with a lot of uncertainty."

"She has good everything," she moved away from the majority of the crowd in an attempt to get to a power private corner where she wouldn't be concerned with some of the more exuberant guests interrupting. "I mean it. I don't think I would have kept it together as long as I have without her."

But that was less important than their spectacular failure at flirting. Now in a slightly more private area, maybe they wouldn't be so flustered... or would be more flustered, but there wouldn't be nearly as many people to point and laugh at them. It worked out either way.

"I haven't so much as looked at another guy sideways since before I... left home." She drummed her fingers on her glass. "So we're in the same boat, I guess." She laughed out loud. "At least it's mutual. It would be super weird if one of us was confident that everything wasn't going to explode and the other was a wreck. This way, we get to pick up each others' pieces when we inevitably fall apart."

"Yeah. She does. I'm really glad to be able to be around her... sort of selfish to say, I guess, but I'm grateful for everyone on the team," But he followed her, glad for the little amount of privacy they could get. Some kind of first date type situation, huh.

"And you've been here for awhile, too. So, pretty long?" Not really a question that she needed to answer, and he didn't expect her to. But he gave a smile. "Relationships can be difficult. It's even more difficult to get the nerve to actually bring it up. So, you're right. This way, we can be mutually awkward, and try to figure out where to go from there."

Another drink, because he'll have to figure out where to go to from there. "So, we can try this... slowly, thing," He paused, and then shuffled his glass to the crook of his arm, so he could hold out his hand. "I'm Tim Drake. I'm the lead developer in Platinum Phoenix Enterprises, and I run an after school group activity." That came with the cheekiest smile ever. "I'm from Gotham, originally, and I have two brothers and an adoptive dad. I like playing tennis, working with computers and inventing things, and pepperoni pizza is my favorite. And one time a fell asleep on a roller coaster."

His little smirk on his face and a tilt of his head said it was her turn, now.

"Over a year now. It's still weird to think about." She stopped drumming, allowing that to sink in, because while she was absently musing on it being weird, the fact remained that it was weird. And she hadn't left once, while others came and went all the time.

But that's not nearly as weird as the fact that he's talking about relationships and her heart starts beating in her throat and she knows she's gaping like a fish for longer than she should before she snaps herself back together. "Yeah. Go from there."

God, just keep it together. He likes you. Don't screw it up. She shifted her own glass and took his hand, smiling in a manner both confident and cheerful. "Christina Nickson. I'm a waitress in school to be a counselor." She couldn't quite match his cheeky smile, because she ended up blushing and looking down before she could collect herself enough to be cheeky back. "I'm adopted and the man who raised me is a really successful businessman in Manhattan. My bio-dad is Lucifer, my actual mom had a bit of a crisis knowing that my bio-dad was Lucifer, and I have freaky powers that can level an entire city, but I prefer to use them for good these days. I enjoy the beach. I love pasta. And I'm really competitive."

Tim gave a nod. It was the same for him. He'd been here a little over a year now, and while it was beginning to be home, it still wasn't. And the one relationship he'd tried, well. He tried. Sometimes, it just felt like he was trying at everything. Trying to make sense of it all. Trying to be normal. Trying to be whatever he was supposed to be.

He didn't feel like he had to try with her. All they ever did was try. Maybe he could stop trying. But her list of things, her background, it was all difficult for him to keep a straight face with. So he didn't; he wasn't laughing at her. Just laughing at all of this.

"Nice to meet you, Christina Nickson, waitress, student, potential therapist. Well, we have the adopted part, that's the same for both of us, right?" He smiled. "I don't share anything up until the phrase "use them for good these days"." That was definitely a joke. "I love pasta. I also like Asian fusion, going to that little food market near the center, the one that's an old fashioned Chinese market? To be honest, I just love food in general."

What else, what else. Now wasn't the time to bring up big problems, big things that had happened. Couldn't really go into being Robin, since not everyone here knew about that. So it was slightly difficult, figuring things out.

"I'm not really competitive, but I respect those who are. I have a power from the Core, but I don't know what that is, yet. I live with Blaine and Kurt and my cat. He's a flying cat," A laugh. "I named him Alfred. He's pretty cute. I'm Blaine's best man at his wedding, so that's taking a lot of time to get together. I could probably use a haircut. I'm spewing out random facts, when really, I should be listening to your random facts," He smiled. "Or ask you to dance."

"And it's nice to meet you, Tim. And... I'm a pretty big fan of eating," she laughed, nodding along with him. "I'm starting to think maybe I came on too strong with the Antichrist thing." She bit down on her lip, content to listen to him list thing for a minute. It's only just occurred to her how little she knows- about him, about everyone. Her best friend was a duck and she only just found that out.

"Well, I live with Crowley and his hellhounds. And assorted other pets. Castiel used to live there, but then he got amnesia and moved out, but I'm hoping he'll come back one day. I've always wanted to skydive. I don't mind living here and I think the Darkness, as bad as it is, is a part of the city that one day we'll understand and won't have to fear anymore. And I'd really, really love to dance."

She held out a hand for him to take.

"Oh, I don't think so. If it's a part of who you are, you shouldn't have to hide it. Unless you want to, in which case, you should do what you want," Tim grinned. Tim was used to knowing too much about people. Files upon files of everyone, and it was nice to hear things from someone, rather then make bullet points for each thing.

"I've never been skydiving before," He took her hand gently, leading her out onto the dance floor. The hand covered in plaster went to her hip, the other going into the classic ballroom dancing pose. He knew how to dance. "But I picture it like falling when the grapple doesn't connect, and I don't really like falling." A pause. "But I like your concept of the darkness. Not too many people agree, but I don't think it's something to be afraid of. Something worth studying, but at this point, I just see it as something here. It just... is."

"I used to, but I'm getting comfortable with it. We're not really the sum of our parents' parts. I'm not Anne's doomed human daughter and Satan's little princess." She rolled her eyes in a slightly self-deprecating way. It was nice to say that, to stop thinking her entire life revolved around being one or the other. She could be both and, more importantly, she could be just Christina.

"And I've never danced with a boy wearing a cast. Slightly less terrifying experience, I guess." She was unable to hide a teasing giggle as they got into position, but considering how long it'd been since that particular light had been in her eyes, some teasing was just necessary to show her good spirits. He knew how to dance. That was a point in his favor. "Everyone's got a little darkness in them. Sometimes it's not as obvious. Like me. I guess that's why I like it. It's home and nothing's felt like home in a long time."

"Absolutely. I think you hit the nail right on the head with that one. We're definitely not the sum of our parents' parts. Even if others like to point that out repeatedly," His face hardened just a little bit, thinking of Damian. The new Robin. He didn't think he'd ever like him. Tolerate him, maybe, but there was always the reminder of how things had gone, and Damian enjoyed reminded him of it almost every day. Tim slid it away into a folder for later emotions, face brightening once more.

"Well, if it helps ease your mind at all, I know how to dance without the cast, too," His face brightened even more at her smile. It was a long time since he'd seen her... he'd seen her happy. But content. A little more at peace. "I've heard a lot of people call this place home. It's not too bad of a place to call home."

Tim grinned. "But I like your darkness," On second though, that came out like an awfully cheesy line. Like something Dick would say. Damnit. His face burned a little. "That came out weird."

Office parties were something Tim knew a lot about. Being in charge of Wayne Enterprises, going to sophisticated holiday parties with his parents, going to two debutante balls, school dances...well. He had a lot of experience with parties. So, it wasn't the party aspect that had him slightly nervous. Maybe, sort of, a lot of it had to do with his guest for tonight. He had known that maybe he was ready to try something; no, he knew that he was ready. That didn't help the nerves die down, though.

But it was a good party, with good distractions, and good people. Unfortunately he had to leave his guest a few times, but it was unavoidable. He wasn't leaving Christina alone on purpose, he just needed to make the rounds, get something to drink, check to make sure the Teen Titans were doing okay. So, if he wasn't around his "this might actually be a date it's probably a date yes it is a date" date, then he can be found walking around with a glass of champagne.

Jade is really excited to be here, it's her first job and it feels like its her first real achievement since she got to the port.

She filled her glass with soft drink rather than wine, and she is just kind of drifting around the party, trying to find someone to talk too.

Tim came around, as he did usually, trying to meet everyone at least once. And who should he happen upon then someone he already knew?

"Hey, Jade. Having fun?" Tim came over, a champagne flute in hand. Easy to look like you'd been drinking when you hadn't.

Well, it wouldn't be long until she'd run into Lee. Being the boss of a small company, he made sure he got to speak to all his employees-- the new ones, especially.

He approaches her, amused by her choice of drink.

"Not in the mood to try some alcohol?"

She gives him a smile and looks at her drink before answering "Nope, Sir! I am not into drinking, it's just not my thing!"

"Oh! Thank you for inviting to this party tonight, i haven't been to lot of parties before this one!!"

"I see. I absolutely respect that." He chuckles. "Really? How are parties like back where you come from?"

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We're gonna party like it's the end of the world! [Semi-closed]

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gonna reply to your perm post when I get home!

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Do i win awards for being late???

NOPE

NOPE. :U I'm even later.

i replied even more later....

It's no problem ;3; we can be late taggers together \o\