HAPPY BDAY FUCK JOE BIDEN

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BIRTHDAY BAR NITE

Wednesday night brings the Lobby a large influx of celebrants. It's Reggie and Beck's birthday! This is just a normal night at the bar functionally; unless otherwise noted, all characters will have to pay for their own drinks, although Ares will bully everyone to purchase them for the birthday kids. He made a very simple cake with a somewhat expired box mix, and didn't kill anyone while doing it, but there's not really enough for everyone. Sorry! At a certain point there are fireworks! This is the most basic ic/ooc in the whole world but have fun.

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THE BAR: Emre & Henry

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Satisfied by the eye roll, Emre takes a long drink. It's certainly something, but somehow he doesn't mind it.

"So two weeks ago," he replies, his tone jokingly impressed. "I'm on good behavior tonight. I'll consider keeping you out of trouble too."

THE BAR: Emre & Henry

[barrow]

"You don't gotta be..." Henry looks off for a second, clearly about to say something Emre already told him to knock off. He's miserable company already. A fist fight would at least loosen things up. Henry flexes his hand like he's considering it, and then just picks up his cup again. "I'm not hittin' anyone on Reggie's big day. Unless Reggie asks me to, I guess."

THE BAR: Emre & Henry

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Emre waits, patiently, for Henry to finish his comment, but it's nice when he doesn't. Now he doesn't have to do any scolding. With an idle hum he watches his friend, noting his expression, before he dips his fingers in his drink and flicks a little at the other man. Having his problems to focus on helps a lot with disregarding his own.

"What if she asked you to hit me?"

THE BAR: Emre & Henry

[barrow]

The flick of moonshine—gross—pulls Henry from his drifting thoughts, and he directs a half-hearted kick at Emre's ankles.

"On her birthday? Yeah. But I wouldn't go for your face before you've talked to Nat."

THE BAR: Emre & Henry

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"So thoughtful." It's Emre's turn to roll his eyes, and he takes the light kick without reaction or complaint. "Don't think a busted up face would win me any points, so probably the right move."

God, he's feeling jittery again, so he drinks more. "I'm on Reggie's good list now after I gave her her present, probably."