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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Comments

[demontobeloved]

Fitting.

[That voice comes from behind you, York.]

So. 40, huh?

[encryptedlock]

[York turns around a grins a little sheepishly.]

That was supposed to be under a filter.

[demontobeloved]

Looks like you've got a mole in the system, then.

[A smile, there.]

If it makes you feel better, I'm older.

[encryptedlock]

[York rolls his eyes.]

Not that I mind having a party, really. But did it have to be Over the Hill?

[demontobeloved]

Isn't this regular military humour? Assuming, of course, one of your co-workers was behind thism

[encryptedlock]

You'd be right about that. But come on, 40 isn't that old! Right?

[demontobeloved]

I'm 118. So, no. 40 isn't that old.

[encryptedlock]

[York grins at him.]

Okay, I feel a little better. Thanks.

[demontobeloved]

And to make you feel even better, I was raised around the late 1800's. Trust me, you young people have it easy.

[encryptedlock]

[York whistles in appreciation.]

Yeah, that's a good six hundred years or so before my time.

[demontobeloved]

Don't let anyone know. I'd rather not have something like this done for me.

[encryptedlock]

Yeah, I think you're not really over the hill at that point. You are the hill.

[York winks.]

[demontobeloved]

I suppose this is how everyone in the future treats their elders?

[Mock offense, York, Mock offense.]

[encryptedlock]

Nah, just me.

[He sounds cheerful about it.]

[demontobeloved]

And, obviously, your friend, who's going through so much trouble to make you feel old.

[encryptedlock]

[York rolls his eyes, though he's still obviously pleased by the party.]

South has what you might call respect issues.

[demontobeloved]

From a soldier? Isn't that a big problem?

[encryptedlock]

Just a little.

--Back home she always had her brother to keep her in line.

[demontobeloved]

But now she doesn't have him, so she's a bit of a loose cannon?

[encryptedlock]

Sounds about right. Carolina's still the Boss, but she doesn't need to be taking eight hours a day just to deal with South.

[demontobeloved]

Sounds like you need someone willing to keep an eye on her.

[encryptedlock]

Look, I'm not trying to say she's not an adult. She just doesn't always act like one.

[demontobeloved]

Even adults need watchers. I didn't mean it like that.

[encryptedlock]

Sounds about right. But I hope she'll learn.

[demontobeloved]

Depends on the lesson. [A pause.] And the teacher.