open | i'm with the party rock crew

[vaccination]

WHO: You, Jesse Pinkman, and some party people.
WHERE: A conveniently located park in Heropa.
WHEN: Saturday.
WHAT: Jesse's birthday! Turning 12. Feel free to tag in wherever or make your own sections.
WARNINGS: God only knows.

NOTE!!! Anyone is welcome to come, whether they replied to Skye's post or not. Stumble into a party, assume they saw the invite, whatever!

[For a last minute thing thrown by a two people who don't have much experience with birthday parties, it's all come together pretty well. Nevermind that they actually didn't have a place to hold the party until not too long ago (minor detail), but hey, that's what public parks are for. Covered seating, a hearty amount of streamers and cheap, brightly colored table cloths, food scattered around the tables--this is probably what a birthday party for a younger kid would look like.

Whatever, it's charming.

There's a man made lake and a few fire pits for cooking nearby, though it looks like meat was probably forgotten in favor of baked goods, chips, dip, pizza, soda, and beer.

If one pays attention, they may catch sight of Ellie and Skye exchanging high fives throughout the party. Well done, ladies.]

Comments

[hackitude]

[The truly great thing, Skye thinks, about having a tech super power is that she can send text messages to other people from her phone without actually needing to type them. Grabbing her phone and putting it in her back jeans pocket, that's all she needs to send a text message to Ellie.

Leaving soon. it reads.]

Maybe we can get some food on the way back. My stomach's starting to remind me that humans have needs other than sex.

[hostage]

Do they really?

[Jesse flashes her a mischievous smile and ducks down to grab the rest of his clothes off the floor. He expects whatever this is to be a pretty casual affair, so he's not wearing anything particularly special. Or freshly laundered.]

[hackitude]

[She grins back.]

I don't know, I hear water's pretty necessary. But uh, don't quote me on that one.

[hostage]

Ain't we made of water anyway? Like ninety-nine percent or something?

[With his clothes finally on, he runs his hand down his chin and tries to decide if he should bother shaving or not. Apparently he decides on not. He's too excited to get where they're going.]

I'm ready when you are.

[hackitude]

I think closer to seventy-five, but whatever. Details.

[Skye grabs her bag from where she dumped it beside Jesse's bed last night and slings it over her shoulder.]

All right. Let's go.

[hostage]

[Jesse cups her cheek as he sweeps in to give her one last, lingering kiss before he turns to lead the way out the door. He practically jogs out into the parking lot. Someone is in a good mood.]

Walking or driving?

[hackitude]

[Skye pretends to think about it, like they have all the time in the world, not like she already texted Ellie saying they were coming soon.]

Um. I don't know. Maybe... let's drive.

[hostage]

Right on.

[His stupid yellow convertible is parked nearby, in a faculty spot, and he runs ahead to open the passenger door for her. Like a gentleman.]

[hackitude]

[Skye bites her lip even as she smiles-- she always thinks it's funny every time Jesse gets the door for her.]

Why thank you, kind sir. [And slides into the passenger seat comfortably.]

Come to think of it, shouldn't I be opening the car door for you on your birthday? Stop stop, we need to do it all over again.

[hostage]

Too late!

[Jesse makes his way around the car and hops into the driver's side. He touches his thumb to the ignition, the engine roaring to life in response, and the car glides into hover mode.]

I never knew you were really into street art. I oughta take you up to Philly sometime. They got these mad awesome murals and shit.

[He is like 100% sure she's not going to show him any art, but he's playing along, okay.]

[hackitude]

Are you kidding? Street art's awesome. It's like, people decided that art doesn't have to be in galleries. It can be anywhere, it belongs to anyone and no-one.

Anyway, more importantly, it seemed like a thing you'd like.

[He does have pictures of graffiti on his instagram after all.]

[hostage]

[When she says stuff like that, it really feels like God reached down and created a perfect woman just for him. And that's exactly how he looks at her when he glances over.]

You got me nailed.

[hackitude]

[If Skye blushed, she would be blushing. But she doesn't. So instead she just grins stupidly.]

... Keep your eyes on the road, doofus.

[hostage]

I am, I am.

[Sort of.]

This baby practically drives itself, anyways.

[No, it doesn't.]

[hackitude]

Mmm, let's not put that to the test.

[hostage]

Goddamn, but it's hard not to look at you when you're so beautiful.

[He's behaving, though. Eyes forward.]

[hackitude]

[In an air-headed southern accent:]

Stop it, you're makin' me blush.

[hostage]

[Not-really-offended:]

You makin' fun of me?

[hackitude]

What're you gonna do about it, huh?

[hostage]

Imma get real mad about it. Might give you a spankin' later.

[Wait, he's getting distracted. He squints at the road.]

- I didn't miss the turn, did I? Is it this one up ahead?

[hackitude]

[She knows he's trying to be sexy, so it's only by a small fraction that she manages not to laugh.]

Oh really.

--No, you're cool, it's this turn.

[hostage]

[If he was trying to be sexy then it would be sexy. As it is, he's barely keeping a straight face himself.]

Okay, good. Now where was I? Something about bending you over...

[hackitude]

Well geez, if you're that hard up we can always turn the car around, go back home, return to plan A...

[It's a bluff, of course. There's no way they're not going to this damn party.]

[hostage]

Or, you know, we could just park somewhere...

[He is the devil. He throws a little smirk at her as he takes the turn.]

[hackitude]

Ew. This thing doesn't even have a roof.

[Also, they're on a SCHEDULE!!]