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[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

[ex_question191]

Yeah, cool.

[ aaaand he's just gonna smoothly take her hand on the way to get cake. for reasons. ]

Gotta be careful not to turn it into bagels. I mean, I wouldn't mind so much, but whoever baked it might.

[lurings]

The breakfast thing only happens when I'm... [ she shrugs, reaching up to tuck some wayward hair behind her good ear. ] Anxious?

[ex_question191]

[ stiles casts a small smile sidelong at her. ]

Okay, well. You just tell me if I'm making you nervous.

[ and then cake. something something party rp. ]

[lurings]

[ you make her nervous all the time, stiles, wow. but not in an anxious way. cake is good. she does not eat cake like she eats sandwiches or cereal, she just inhales that slice of sugary delicious, licking the frosting off her lips. ]

When is your birthday?

[ex_question191]

Not 'til April. Uh, the 8th.

[ stiles is a little slower with the cake. and definitely messier. ]

When's yours?

[lurings]

August 6th.

[ex_question191]

Are you kidding me? Does that mean you turned up here like, right around your birthday? That's the worst.

[lurings]

[ shrug. ] Its okay, I kind of forgot about it anyway. It was the end of winter back home, so I skipped seven or eight months, and I was all... [ her hand flutters by her neck. she was all healing from a gaping neck wound. she slept the entire day, not that exciting. ]

[ex_question191]

Right, yeah.

[ the scars. he still hasn't asked. he's not sure if he's supposed to. the timeline of her injuries and the psychos in her life is still a little confusing to him, but he's not sure he wants it clarified. then he might owe her information of his own, and it's hard enough talking about it with the people who lived beacon hills with him, or Thomas who just up and plucked it from Lydia's head. ]

We'll just have to celebrate Jesse's birthday really hard to make up for it.

[ which means another piece of cake, obviously. ]

[lurings]

You're going to make yourself sick. [ but she's smiling, so she sure isn't going to stop him even if she probably can't stomach another slice of her own.

maybe she will just steal his frosting.

we just don't know.

it is a mystery. ]