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!]