Mike Lane (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
newroutines) wrote2018-04-26 08:38 pm
newroutines) wrote2018-04-26 08:38 pm
Entry tags:
Actually Pretty Quaint Mansion on Phoenix Way, Thursday Evening
Mike was turning thirty-six today.
And he wasn't doing a goddamned thing about it. Hey, last year he'd straight up forgotten about his birthday, and that one had at least been one of those big ones that ended with either a five or a zero. He didn't really see a reason to make too much of a big deal of this one, either.
Okay, so he had a beer in hand. And was just lounging on the couch like a man who'd at least decided to relax for his big day. Wasn't that enough?
[ooc: Primarily for that lady friend of his, but open!]
And he wasn't doing a goddamned thing about it. Hey, last year he'd straight up forgotten about his birthday, and that one had at least been one of those big ones that ended with either a five or a zero. He didn't really see a reason to make too much of a big deal of this one, either.
Okay, so he had a beer in hand. And was just lounging on the couch like a man who'd at least decided to relax for his big day. Wasn't that enough?
[ooc: Primarily for that lady friend of his, but open!]