The Diamond Authority had been more or less dissolved, their ultimate power over all of gemkind falling to the wayside in preference of peace. With the threat of an entire alien race looking to destroy your home planet no longer looming overhead, it leaves space for personal activities.

Steven had been staying in a lot since saving the world, still uncomfortable with the seeming endless praise from those around him for his "great deed", his emphasis. Pearl was mostly fine with this, not being one for taking compliments well herself, but had started taking Amethyst's comments about the growing young man closing himself off too much to heart.

One clear, quiet afternoon, Steven was talking about his day and reciting the stories of night outings the Cool Kids had told him of. A pause in tale telling, and Garnet speaks up.

"There's a party going on tonight, nine PM. West Shore Gymnasium, it's been rented out for the event. We should go."

A light twinkle fading from Garnet's visor, and her predictive comment, spells she had taken a peak into the future. Amethyst lights up at the idea, tossing aside all plans she'd had before to jump on the party train. Surely it wouldn't hurt to get out some.

The quartet is there by nightfall, arriving awkwardly early. The party quickly grows, and lights dance across setup stands of punch, ice water, refreshments and cheap treats of enjoyment. A suspiciously empty glass bottle of vodka sits in the trash bin next to the table. Scantily clad ladies, men in fishnet shirts, and various post-war gems showed up for this one. It's packed, friendly, and the air is warm with deep bass and body heat. Steven has been rotating uncomfortably between Garnet, Amethyst, and Pearl's side for the last hour, trying to pretend this isn't the third cup of lemonade he's had since arriving.