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Birthday Shot! [Forward dated to 14th August]

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So here it is. Another day, another year. I don't exactly know what there is to celebrate, but I'll be at the Hangar Queen if anyone wants to join me.

And no one ask me to fill out another survey ever again.

*Well, guess who no longer fits in the 18-25 age bracket? Happy 26th birthday, Faye*

P.S Currently taking recommendations of where to buy the best chocolate birthday cake.

[Action - Hangar Queen]

Despite the fact that she has become so old, or maybe because of it, Faye has put quite some effort into her appearance tonight. If you can't wear an impeccably fitting and flattering little black dress on your birthday, when can you?

Faye sits at a booth with a bottle of fizz in a bucket, and just one glass. Sitting at a booth is fairly optimistic, considering she's pretty sure she doesn't have many friends, but maybe someone will stop by. Besides, there might be someone in the bar who doesn't know it's her birthday but who might want to sit with her anyway. For now, she's just a girl, sitting on her own, all dressed up and drinking a bottle of prosecco on her own. Nothing sad about that!

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[Ted's far too pure to be caught dead at that bar. That said...]

Goodness, and only fifteen minutes left in the day! If I'm correct in assuming it's your birthday. Is it?

*Excuse her text, but she is a fair way through that bottle*

Yupppp. Biryhday gurl meee!! xxxx

[Oh dear.]

Happy birthday! How have your presents been thus far?

Thnx! I guess you dont get many presents when youre oldddd. Like me.

*Cause she's probably got something from Gale, but other than that, likely nothing*

oooooooooollllllllddddddd!!!!!!! X

[Darn, if only she had adoring children, then she'd get all kinds of presents. Alas~]

Is that right? Do you like spas?

*Yes, well, she'd need a lover to help her get some children in the first place for that to happen...*

Spas are wonderful places. Wanna get massage with me Teddy??

[At this point, he can't tell if she's flirtatious, drunk, or both.]

Then you're in luck.

[Privately, an email is sent containing a QR code for a free night at the spa! Thanks, newspaper quizzes.]

Happy birthday.

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[Unfortunately he can't swing by Hangar Queen, or at least not for a while if he can sneak an opening, but he'd be a shitty roommate if he didn't do something. Stupid Guardian shit suddenly piling up. Grr.]

Happy birthday, doll. Don't get too sloshed without me, I still gotta give you your gift.

Thank you!

Though if I do get drunk, it's only because you're not here to share the alcohol with...! But I'm an old lady now so I can be careful.

A gift?! That's exciting! (So long as it isn't a lap dance that is...)

Psh, please. Last thing you are is an "old lady". If 26 is old, I must be over the hill already.

I'd love to join ya, but I can't just chuck this dumb paperwork in the bin. At the very least I'll just make sure whatever ya get is on the house.

And well. It could be a lap dance if that was something you actually wanted, but no. I got something else you might appreciate.

Well, you are pretty ancient. But at least you look good for your age. It's all downhill from here for me!

Hey, don't worry about - you've gotta do your duties. *And she totally won't even mention to him later if no one she knows actually turns up* But thank you. That's sweet. And maybe silly, if I end up on the tequilas. *Spoilers - that will probably happen*

Oh you do, huh? And when do I get this mystery gift?

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Wow, rood.

Yeeeah I know, but it doesn't make me feel any less of a jerk. I'll make up for it later.

You'll get it when ya get back. Aaassuming you aren't plastered. It's prolly something I shouldn't hand over if you had a few too many.

In which case it'll be tomorrow. That and plenty of water for the hangover.

[Because yeah. He probably shouldn't hand over a potentially very dangerous weapon to someone who's beyond buzzed. He's reckless, but he doesn't want to get shot at. Again.]

So far the chances of me being drunk are pretty high, so I'll have to wait until later. But hey, at least it means I have something to look forward to!

The gift that is, not the water.

*But she will be needing that. And food*

[There's a new face in Hangar Queen today, looking a little out of place because. Well. Royalty in a night club is kind of weird. But Leo had decided to try out one of the many new doors Genessia had opened for him (and dealing with incompetent students at the Ivory Tower could easily drive a man to drink). But Gods. This place was awfully loud.

But his eye seems to catch that lone woman in the booth and perks his curiosity. So, he wanders over, a faint amused look on his face.]

One glass? I hope you're not putting away that bottle by yourself.

[Not that he's judging, but. That's a lot of alcohol for one person.]

*By this stage, at least Faye was only on her second glass, even if she was nearly finished. She looks up as though surprised someone was talking to her, particularly as this wasn't anyone she knew. She sits up and smiles at him sweetly - he looks too adorable to be in a place like this*

Well, I was going to share it with all my friends but...

*She gestures to all that empty space around her*

[Are people really standing her up? How rude.]

That won't do. Perhaps I can help remedy that. Or at the very least, until your expected company arrives.

[And it won't hurt for him to get to know someone while he's here. Maybe it'll make him feel a little less out of place. He offers his hand, having learned that hand shakes seem to be a common introductory practice in this world.]

My name is Leo.

*Faye is happy just to smile at him - how very sweet, and what a gentleman. It made such a difference to the men that usually approached her in bars. She is surprised by the offer of a handshake but takes his hand gently and shakes it anyway*

Hi Leo. I'm Faye.

*She smiles again and gestures to the seating around her at the booth*

Grab a drink and come sit. Or get a glass and we'll have some fizz together.

A pleasure, Faye.

[Given the level of class he tries to show, that probably makes him even more out of place. Not that the clientele of Hangar Queen were of a questionable sort, but any bar is bound to have its seedy characters every now and then.

He happens to catch a passing staff member and simply asks for a glass, taking a seat near Faye.]

What you're having is most likely the safer option. This is the first time I've been in a place like this, and correct me if I'm wrong, but did I see fire in someone's glass at the bar?

[He has no idea Afterburner is a thing. Why are people drinking fire. Why, Faye.]

Don't worry, I'll be sure to pay for my share.

Is it really?

*The idea of someone being in a bar for the first time was very amusing. After all, he's not overly young! She laughs at his comment about fire and nods as she fills his glass*

You did. Adds a bit of excitement, no? A nice way to impress a lady too, maybe. But don't you worry about paying, this is all paid for already.

*Not by her, but he didn't need to know that. She takes another sip and scoots a bit closer to him*

So, what brings you to a place like this?

*It's not even a line. Not really*

[A small, prettily wrapped box plops onto the table in front of her, though who put it there might be mysterious for a second or two- Namur had to go find a chair or a stool to pull up alongside the booth- like hell he's gonna fit in one of those things.]

Well sweetheart! Learn somethin' new every day. Havin' a good time?

*That certainly makes her sit up more to attention - what a pretty little gift! Faye looks around and then smiles when she sees Namur. She shuffles along the edge of her booth to get close enough for a side hug - she is grateful for her only gift of the day*

Thank you! Yeah, me and my bottle of fizz are having a great time together.

Well, hopefully y' won't mind if I sit a spell. Can tell me t' get lost when yer sick a me, aye?

[Whenever Faye gets around to opening her gift, she'll find a gold chain with a gun pendant on it. Namur wasn't sure what kind of gun she prefers, but he figured it'd be alright so long as the rock was real.]

Got any other plans for the night or y' jus' gonna hang with ol' fizz?

Course not. And of course I will.

*She grins at him, a grin maybe helped by the alcohol she'd had to drink. Faye opens her gift, making happy noises as she takes the pendant from the box*

Wow, Namur. This is lovely. No, my plans are just to drink and grow old disgracefully.

*Then she turns in the booth and nestles back to him, handing over the necklace for him to put it on for her*

Tch, when yer old 'nuff Thatch starts actually tryna bed y'- then yer old, sheheheh!

[He's not very practiced and his sense of touch isn't the most delicate, so it takes him a couple of tries before he can get the tiny clasp open, and threading the metal bit back into the clasp takes a bit longer than maybe it should have, but in the end, there is success! Namur does take advantage of the opportunity to run his hands through her hair, though. He has to get it out from under the necklace, after all.]

But y' got a long way t' go 'fore that happens. All yer shit still works right. 'Sides, age's jus' a number, huh? 'M datin' an eighty-year old, an' she's bangin' a dude that's like two hunnerd or some shit. An' I took Koishi out for her sweet four hunnerd sixteen last year, so. C'mon Sweetheart! Yer jus' in a dry spell. But rain always comes t' them that sticks 'round, catch me?

Thatch? Huh. Well, that's sure not how things went with him...

*Yeah, getting anyone to do a necklace can be tricky, so it was probably a bit cruel for her to as Namur to do it, but she liked the attention. She shivers a little when his hands move through her hair and she giggles quietly*

Okay. But wait.

*Faye shifts again so that she is facing him again, shaking her head*

I bet she doesn't look eighty. I bet he doesn't look two hundred. If I looked eighty I'd be wrinkly and saggy, and if I were two hundred I'd be dead. So it matters to me. I'm only human, remember?