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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.]

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[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?

[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.

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.]

[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.

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.]

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.]

[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.

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

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

I am, I am.

[Sort of.]

This baby practically drives itself, anyways.

[No, it doesn't.]

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

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

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

[In an air-headed southern accent:]

Stop it, you're makin' me blush.

[Not-really-offended:]

You makin' fun of me?

What're you gonna do about it, huh?

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?

[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.

[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...

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.]

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

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

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

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

And..?

[Whyever would they be on a schedule?]

- What about that spot over there?

[For parking. Not for parking. He's not sure where they're supposed to be.]

Uh, how about: and I don't want other people seeing my butt in the air, for starters? It's a very private butt, thank you very much. For Jesses only.

Over there's fine.

Niiiice. VIP access to Skye's butt.

[Like, is he not the most romantic? He pulls into the space and switches the engine off, then turns to Skye. Time for her to lead the way.]

That's right.

[Skye hops out of the car and strolls onto the lush green grass before them-- the picnic area isn't far from where they've parked. Pretty much just around the bend in the pathway, really.]

[Jesse climbs out and jogs around the car until he's caught up with her, sneaking an arm around her waist as he walks beside her. He's pretty much on the lookout now, and when they round the corner and he catches sight of the colorful streamers up ahead, he lets out a laugh.]

Ohhhhh my god, what'd you do?

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