Someone's old and everyone needs to know.

[i_got_this]

Who: Anyone! This means YOU!
What: York's Over The Hill Party because he admitted to being fucking 40
When: Tonight!
Where: Ballroom!
Rating: PG-13 for language (South)

Although it was something of a last minute production, South was eager for the chance to rub in York's age a little. She'd felt at such a disadvantage being the baby of her little group, and once the opportunity presented itself for a little mischief she couldn't ignore it.

It had taken some organization and a call out to York's friends, but people who knew him (and even some who didn't) were willing to pitch in and help out.

Thus, South had put up a bunch of decorations, in addition to whatever some of the others brought in. She even had a special hat for the party Boy. Five had someone making a cake, Aradia was helping put up decorations, Reno was in charge of alcohol ... South was quite pleased with herself.

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[i_got_this]

[Stopping by to plop this beauty on York's head.]

Happy Birthday, Old Fart. [Yes, she's having way too much fun with this theme.]

[encryptedlock]

What the--

God, South.

[But there's a bit of a grin.]

[i_got_this]

[She shrugs, wearing a bit of a grin herself.] You better get used to it.

[She's not letting you live this down.]

[encryptedlock]

You did all this?

[He gestures around, meaning, well, the whole party? South? For him?]

[i_got_this]

Well, not all of it. It was my idea. Which was your fault.

[encryptedlock]

Well, I--thanks. Wasn't expecting this.

[i_got_this]

That's sort of the point, you know. Surprise party and all. [Playful punch to the arm!]

[encryptedlock]

[Well, at least there aren't any tombstones.]

Don't think I need a cane just yet, but.

[i_got_this]

Maybe not yet, but soon. Sooner then me, at least.

[It's kind of weird but oddly satisfying to be able to tease him about his age, considering just a few months ago back on the Mother of Invention they were, well, much closer together in that respect.]

[encryptedlock]

[York just rolls his eyes.]

Yeah, yeah, and then I'll trip all you little whippersnappers with it.

[i_got_this]

[She chuckles,] You're forgetting our nimble whippersnapper reflexes!

[encryptedlock]

I don't know about that. I mean, I still have some reflexes myself.

[i_got_this]

That a challenge? Because I'm off duty right now. [Teeeasing! Not like she'd be able to best the third best Freelancer anyway]

[encryptedlock]

At my birthday party? Nuh-uh. Besides, I haven't even looked at my presents yet. Might not even have a cane.

[i_got_this]

Maybe, maybe not. [She totally got him the one with the mirror on the bottom for looking up ladies' skirts.]

[encryptedlock]

[See, that's totally useful.]

Is there a cake and everything?

[i_got_this]

You bet! And booze, and games, and everything. [She thinks she's the shit, by the way. She leads him over to where the cake is.]

[encryptedlock]

[And fortunately for everyone, it's nice and tombstone-trigger free.]

Did you bake this?

[Not sure if should trust South's cooking.]

[i_got_this]

Me? Hell no. That Doctor guy was in charge of it, think he got a friend to do it or something. [It looks delicious!]

[encryptedlock]

He helped, too?

[Spoilers, York. You have friends. Your friends actually like you.]

Okay, we gotta try that once everyone's here.

[i_got_this]

Yeah. Hey, even people who didn't know you pitched in. Your popularity precedes you.

Oh, I. Didn't really get a guest list? So I have no idea who's coming. Or when. [HEY she got the important stuff done, right?]

[encryptedlock]

Really? Huh. Maybe they just don't get enough parties around here.

[He chuckles a little.]

Well, we'll give it a little more time, anyway.

[i_got_this]

Yeah, maybe. Perhaps people should throw more. [She certainly wouldn't say no to more cake.]

Hey, it's your party!

[encryptedlock]

Maybe they should. Breaks up the boring castle days, anyway.

[Plus, you know, cake. And--]

Is that booze, too?

[i_got_this]

Uh, yeah. Compliments Reno.