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[thatched]

For those who may not be aware, today is the birthday of our very own Acelet. If you should pass him, wish him well, give him booze or give him meat. He'll love any of it.

To that end, we're going to have a little dinner party tonight in his honor so the more the merrier. Possible dancing, definite fits of narcolepsy and maybe some limbo here and there. Who knows?

Come and join the fun!

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[mera_mera_ace]

[Forget replying to this shit, Ace just walks down the hall and lets himself into Thatch's room; practically throwing himself at the other. He wasn't sure if he was going to punch him or hug him...but as soon as he was close enough he just hugged him tight.]

[thatched]

[Ah crap! Thatch has just enough time to kick Ace's present under the couch before he has an armful of pirate]

Did you think I'd forget? [he ruffles that black hair]

[mera_mera_ace]

Well I hoped not, but everyone's usually always too busy on New Year's...except for you, Marco and Pops. I wasn't sure with everything going on here if you guys would realize what day it was.

[thatched]

Pff. [as if he really cared too much about this place. He went where Marco sent him and looked into what Marco wanted and that was it] You're number one in my life, ma petite croissant.

[more ruffles]

Any culinary requests?

[mera_mera_ace]

[Just grins and nuzzles Thatch affectionately before kissing his cheek because he is one of the best brother's ever!]

Meat. Lots of meat. And some rice...and then Cake! Lot's of cake!

[thatched]

[grins at the nuzzle and kiss before planting a kiss on the top of his head.]

Lots of meat and cake you'll have. Also a limbo pole. Try to seduce Namur into doing it, aye? [if anyone could do it, it would be Ace]

[mera_mera_ace]

Shit I'd get all of Garden to do it if I can. I love parties!!!!!!

[thatched]

[laughs] That's my Aclet. But if we run out of food you're going to have to lead the raiding party into the cafeteria.

[mera_mera_ace]

As if anyone could stop me. [Chuckles and hugs Thatch a little tighter. Birthdays were really something he never enjoyed before joining his crew. Having grown up feeling unloved and unwanted...well let's just say turning another year older only made those feelings more prominent.]

[espio]

[Quashes the bizarre urge to complain about Ace being 21 before him, because geez, what a dumb thing to be annoyed about.]

Really?

I should start keeping track of everyone's birthdays. I had no idea.

[thatched]

Sorry. I forgot not everyone would know. It's alright. Just bring some booze and you'll be fine.

[espio]

I don't tend to keep any around. Cake, though, cake I can do.

[thatched]

I'll leave it in your tender care, then. Try to make something you should set on fire if you can...

[espio]

[There's a minute or two as Espio looks for ideas.]

It's not cake, but if you can find me a liquer like Grand Marnier I think I have an idea.

[thatched]

Your wish is my command, matey. How long does it take to make?

[espio]

Well, it involves batter, which'll need an hour or so to sit, but after that... not too long.

[thatched]

Got it. Looks like it's time to either take Blue Minuet out for a spin or...go raiding.
[Either option seems appealing, really]

[espio]

Raiding what?

[thatched]

Liquor cabinets of course.

[espio]

[Are there even any liquor cabinets in the Garden, oh wait, hold on, maybe the abandoned adult lounge...?]

Is Grand Marnier really something that's gonna be found so easily in this school?

[Wait. Hang on. He's supposed to be the one who isn't a criminal.]

Just go buy it. You know you wanna take a drive anyway. Besides, you can pick up other stuff.

[thatched]

Alright, alright. I'll 'buy' it. You know we're never going to make a pirate out of you at this rate.

[but he's teasing, really]

[espio]

Clearly.

If you're going, I need a favour.

[thatched]

Name it, sweetcheeks.

PM

[espio]

I should get a gift.

PM

[thatched]

If you like. There's room in 'lil Blue if you want to tag along. In fact I might even have to bring a booster seat.

Re: PM

[espio]

[Booster...]

I'd rather go human if it spares me that indignity.

PM

[thatched]

[he laughs. Not that you can hear it]

I'm just teasing you, cranberry. The seats are adjustable so you'll be fine. Not sure if you'll be able to see over the dashboard either way, though.

[espio]

Ah yes. I keep forgetting that your car is a behemoth.

Just grab me on your way past, but remember I have to be back in time to make up the batter.

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[thatched]

Wrong. You're just a shrimp.

Will do.


[To his credit he doesn't barge into the chameleon's room and pick him up like a tiny angry football to carry to the car, instead he knocks at the door. Shocker, I know]

[espio]

[And Espio immediately responds by sliding the door open with as much force as possible, glaring up to the man literally twice his size, and answering with an irritable.]

I'm not a shrimp.

[Then as an afterthought:]

Shrimp are delicious.

[thatched]

Well I don't know about that. [he folds his arms behind his head and starts down the hall] I'd have to taste you first to make a comparison.

[espio]

I'd really rather you didn't.

[Ensures that his door's locked before jogging to keep up with Thatch's stride, through the halls, and to the oversized car.]

Just for the record, I'm not joining you so you can give me a crash course in thievery. [He's quite a competent thief when he feels like it, thank you.] I just wanna get a gift for Ace. Not that I know what, I usually stick with food for birthdays but with Ace's appetite...

[thatched]

Remind me to enable you into the art of the panty raid. [not that he would. Or at least not that he would sober. He just liked picking at Espio. He snorts at the comment of Ace's appetite]

No kidding. Are you looking to get something a little more sentimental?

[espio]

[Have a look.]

Nah. Just something... fun, I guess. I mean, we just got through with Christmas.

[Translation: he's a little low on gil.]