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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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[If for any reason anyone wants to talk to Skye at some point, she'll be milling about the party and serving cake, once the candles have been blown out. It looks terrible but it TASTES DELICIOUS.]

[Ellie waves her down. She wants cake... but she's also stuffing some chips down her throat.]

I'm so full.

[Skye laughs.]

Don't over-do it, kiddo.

I don't know what you're talking about.

[She's just... slightly hunched over in her seat.]

We can take the leftovers home, okay? Stuff it in the fridge, eat more tomorrow.

No more birthdays. [She feels like a beached whale. Don't mind her as she slumps over onto the table.]

[Patting her on the shoulder]

You got it. No more birthdays.

Until next year, anyway.

[She groans.]

Now we've got 365 days to plan. Not like. Four days.

Hang on, hang on. When's your birthday, missy?

[Busted. Ellie clears her throat.]

The ninth. Of August.

What! Damn, just missed it.

Next year, then.

It's not a big deal. [Yet she got annoyed at Jesse saying the same thing about his own, pretty much.]

And what about yours, huh?

[Yeah, but it's different with orphans. Skye gets it.]

April 18th. Supposedly, anyway. Could be a few days off.

No one was sure? [It's not that surprising. It's only recently that Ellie's realized that her birthday wasn't just some guess. Marlene would have made sure it was the right date.]

Nah. I was an orphanage drop. Anyway, what does it matter if it's off by a few days? It's just a date.

I'd have multiple birthdays if it meant I got cake. [Though...] Pretty cake for one of them, at least.

You know, the great thing about earning your own money from a part time job is that you can spend it on whatever you want. It doesn't have to be your birthday for you to get cake, you know that, right?

Joel would probably not be all that happy with me spending my money on cake. He's always [she stifles a burp] worried I'm gonna make myself sick.

[A valid concern.]

He needs to learn to lighten up. How else are you going to learn the meaning of "everything in moderation"?

He's just trying to take care of me. [She shrugs.]

I know. And... it's sweet, but... you're a teenager. And pretty soon you're gonna be an adult. You should be getting to make your own decisions. Bad ones, as well as good ones. That's part of the learning process and growing up.

[Ellie is already pretty sure she's more adult than some of the people here.]

Even when there's puke all over the bathroom?

Especially then. How else are you going to learn where your limits are and why you should keep to them?

[She snorts.]

He's good with everything else. [Not... really...] I think the puking just grosses him out.

Puke grosses everyone out. It's gross.

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