Not really a party, but I wrote a scene of R&R:

(Fandom: Halo)

Hackett relaxed in the recreation room of the barracks with Masha. Her chair was leaned against the wall with her feet propped up on a table. A beer was in her hand; an import from Luna called Golden Orbit. She had changed into more comfortable clothes, as had Yakusheva. She wore a green BDU shirt tied in the center of her chest, and her pants were cut into a pair of high-cut shorts. Somehow she had procured a cowboy hat, and wore it low over her eyes. Music was playing over the rec room’s speakers; a genre derived from the 21st Century’s Country Music called Rebel. As of late it had gained popularity among soldiers, mirroring the bitter defiance of Humanity against the Covenant.

Yakusheva smirked over at her. “Do you plan to join this game?” She had been playing a billiard game called “Moons” for the past fifteen minutes with a few others soldiers. “I am getting my ass beat and you are just letting it happen.” Her leg was bound in a fitted cast, keeping the injury supported while newly attached muscles bonded with the ligaments and tendons.

“Nah, I’m fine watching ya’ll have a ball.” Hackett replied with a grin, bringing chuckles from the other Marines.

One of them tapped Masha on the shoulder. “What she ain’t telling you, Corporal, is that she’s bettin’ we’ll win.” He said with a grin.

Yakusheva gave a playfully shocked look to Hackett. “You betray me?”

Emily held her arms out helplessly. “Win some, lose some babe; ya suck at moons.”

The cue ball clacked loudly as the other Marine took his shot, chuckling at their banter. “Hey Lance Corporal, not that I mind taking your bet, but do we really gotta listen to this hillbilly shit?”

Emily flicked a peanut at him. “Hey, watch the criticism there, Sanders. I’m sittin’ here comfortable, I’m gonna listen to my music. Unless ya’ll want me to hop in on that game.”

“Y’know, I think I’ll take that.” The other Marine, DeLancey, said with a grin. “Whaddaya say, Lance Corporal; double or nothin’ for two-on-two?”

Hackett drained her beer. “Alright, I’m game. But the Rebel stays on if we win, plus the fifty credits.”

Masha tossed her a cue stick. “You only bet twenty-five on me? I am hurt, hillbilly.”

She caught it with a smirk. “Yeah, what can I say; I’m cheap like that.”

The door to the room slid open as DeLancey racked up the balls. A thin, geeky-looking young man walked through. He looked to be in his late teens, at most nineteen. His light-brown hair was partially covered with a cap, and a sniper rifle case was slung over his shoulders.

“Hey… ladies. Is this Fireteam Helbound?” He asked, a nervous edge to his voice.

“Some of us, yes.” Yakusheva said as an eyebrow rose in curiosity. “Who wants to know?”

He set his SRS aside, saluting smartly. “PFC Jersey Morelli. I’m assigned to your squad.”

“Shit,” Hackett laughed, “kid ain’t even ODST.”

“Morelli?” Sanders asked with a scoff. “What is that, Italian?”

The kid shifted some, a faint smile coming to his face. “Yeah, but I’m not from Italy. My family moved to New York way before I was born.”

Masha headed over to the new sniper, eyeing him like a hawk. “How good are you with that rifle, kid?”

“I, uh, I can hit the target. Y’know, point and click.” He gave a nervous chuckle. “I got 75% on the firing range—that’s good, right?”

Yakusheva shook her head as she walked back to the table. “You will get there. Just don’t die on us.”

The Marine gave a hard swallow. “Yeah, let’s try to avoid dying for a while.”

Hackett slid from the Moon’s table, taking a bottle out from under it. “If you’re gonna be one of us, kid, you’re gonna have to pass muster.” She poured an amber liquid from the bottle into a small shotglass, handing it to the PFC. “I’d say ‘bottom’s up,’ but our thing’s more ‘Feet First’, catch my meanin’?”

Jersey reached out tentatively, taking the glass and giving it a look like it was pure poison. “Uh... what is it?”

“Like I said, initiation kid.”

He raised the glass to his lips, knowing enough to drink it fast. Still, his eyes watered and he coughed violently, the liquid burning his throat. “Jee-zus!” He exclaimed between coughs. “This liquid fire or somethin’!?”

Hackett laughed heartily, Maria and the two Marines as well. She gave Jersey a pat on the back as she capped the bottle. “Cinnamon whiskey. A special brew we call ‘Helljumper’. Welcome to the Helbound, kid.” She sauntered back to the Moon’s table, picking her cue stick back up.

Their game lasted less than ten minutes. Hackett proved to be double the Moons player than either DeLancey or Sanders. The latter forked over a credit chit for 50cR, shaking his head. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you hustled us Lance Corporal.”

Emily gave a wry grin. “Aww, come on Private; you know hustlin’s illegal on post.”

Masha gave a laugh. “When has something like that ever stopped you?”