Actually Pretty Quaint Mansion on Phoenix Way, Thursday Evening

[newroutines]

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!]

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[newroutines]

"Dunno if I can actually wait until the bedroom."

Had she guessed correctly?

"'Cause, y'know, it's just so far away."

[gobrookeyourself]

She’d lost the bet with herself, but also kinda won here anyway.

“That is a real problem,” she said, trying to feign seriousness and completely failing. “What should we do about it?”

[newroutines]

"Kitchen's closer," Mike said. "And I'd be lying if I said I haven't thought about getting you on the table before. Just so you know."

So, he was just going to go ahead and pick her up, right about now.

[gobrookeyourself]

“Well,” she said, wrapping her legs around him to make that easier, “I mean, it is your day.”

[newroutines]

"Damn right, it's my day," he said, doing his best to support him as he took the first steps towards the kitchen. (And his best was pretty good, actually.) "But I think you already know it's about to be yours, too."