[Suggested as though it's the most natural thing in the world. WHERE ELSE WOULD TWO BACHELORS GO ON SUCH AN OCCASION? ...or you know, Claire could always make beer cake.]
[Like Sting, he'll be watching you. Every breath you take. Every move you make. Every bond you break. Every claim you stake. He'll be watching you.]
Right.
[Yeah, well...if there is ever a time for drinking? Today is a time for drinking. Because it's his birthday dammit. Just don't make him do shots, that would end well.
[Spam]
[Spam]
He goes to the door anyway. Opening door. Staring now. Because this is how they communicate.]
[Spam]
He stares right back, as if he's deciding something. And then:]
We're celebrating.
[No, you do not get a choice in the matter, Jason.]
[Spam]
couchmutant healing factor! And suddenly there is regret for the return of powers, damn you, decent human beingery.]We are?
[His very own birthday party. Maybe there will be cake. And a piñata. An Admiral-shaped piñata. Or perhaps just a fuckton of alcohol. 'S all good.]
[Spam]
That he knows of.]Yes.
[With said fuckton of alcohol
to conquer the brooding. At the bar. He should bring his friends.][Spam]
Okay.
[His whole...two...friends. One of whom is underage.]
[Spam]
The bar.
[Suggested as though it's the most natural thing in the world. WHERE ELSE WOULD TWO BACHELORS GO ON SUCH AN OCCASION? ...or you know, Claire could always make beer cake.]
[Spam]
Right.
[Yeah, well...if there is ever a time for drinking? Today is a time for drinking. Because it's his birthday dammit. Just don't make him do shots, that would end well.
Beer cake!]
[Spam]
Sounds good.
[But Jason. Shots are fun. Also, both of them getting drunk will be hilarious.
DAMN RIGHT BEER CAKE.]
Assume, or spam it out? I'm hella-behind on my shit because of last week being hell; could spam it.
Assuming is fine. We've still got that other spam to do so it's cool. c: