Propmt used: "What is your character(s) favorite celebration?"
Daniels flowed along with the rest of the pilots, both destroid and veritech. Happy, giddy chatter fires off from every face. As the crowd descended on the bar, the mood inside was traded from a quiet and intimate setting to a rousing party. Jokes were made, stories swapped, tales of the prior fight regaled with no small amount of exaggeration.
Despite not being a drinking man, Jeremy grins widely as he accepted the beers bought for him by the other pilots. Some for his help, others because they were too busy buying rounds to care. More RDF personnel filter in, support personnel, maintainers, ordinance techs, everyone that wasn't on duty swarmed with giddy energy. Daniels knew the same scene was happen all across the city, and the celebration began to catch with the civilians.
Jeremy leaned back, having pawned off his beer in exchange for a coke. He was content to watch as the bar patrons took to dancing, with the festivities rapidly spilling out onto the sidewalks, streets, and parks. The whole of Macross city was awash with revelers. A smiling woman made her way out of the dancing throng to Daniels' table. She asked, "What's the matter LT? Not gonna join in?"
With a shake of his head Jeremy replied, "Nah, I'm good Sergeant Quail."
The NCO dropped into one of the other chairs by the table, and Jeremy pushed one of the other beers he'd been given over to her. Quail asked, "You sure that's OK? We are technically still on duty."
"C'mon Janet, live a little. It ain't every day that we beat back an attack without any losses.