a birthday like no other.

[neverplays]

Who: Mindy & EVERYONE that wants to go bowling
What: Mindy's Birthday Party
When: April 29th. After the reception, but before Brock and Mol duck out for their honeymoon.
Where: Alley Oops: Bowling Lanes
Notes: This is back-dated! There is bowling and there are bumpers for those that are LAME and can't bowl like grown-ups.



Mindy hadn't wanted something big. In fact, she'd pretty much informed Molotov the complete opposite of wanting a party. Weddings were a big deal. All the movies she'd watched about them had shown just how important they were to the bride and any attention that wasn't on the bride was a bad thing. Mindy was happy to just be a part of the wedding, to be asked to do something important that wasn't requiring extra ammo clips or a blunt object. The birthday was literally the frosting on the cake. The birthday cake that was staring at her as she entered the bowling alley.

It was amazing and Mindy couldn't actually believe that this party was hers. There was ice cream and bowling and all of her friends would show up at some point. She opted not to change out of her dress from the wedding. It was pretty and she'd never had a dress like this before. Plus, she figured the bowling shoes would still match.

Moving toward the cake, she circled it like a predator watching her prey. "This thing is unreal. It can't be real cake. It's fake, right? The real cake is off somewhere else." Mindy glanced around, trying to spot where the actual cake was hiding. "I mean, it's all..." Her hands moved on an angle, trying to mirror the sharp angles of the cake.

"Mol! Is this real cake or art cake for the magazines?"

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[samson]

Unlike Molotov, Brock hadn't bothered to change out of his wedding outfit. Tuxedos were find to bowl in, and besides, they'd just wished it up anyway. It wasn't like he would have to pay anybody if it got ruined.

He did take the coat off though, just for ease of movement. It was easier to kill a guy with a sportscoat on than it was to go bowling, apparently.

"I wonder if they do cosmic bowling here," he said idly, looking around.

[neverplays]

"That's where they turn out the lights and use black-lights right?"

Mindy asked the question as soon as she got over to Brock. "I bet it'd show all the gross body fluids in the place."

[samson]

Brock just stared at Mindy when she said that. Because. Why ...

"How the -- what kind of shows are you watching?" he said, horrified. "Don't watch TV anymore."

[neverplays]

"What? It's just any normal procedural. They might get some things wrong, but body fluids are everywhere."

Mindy sounded very sure of herself there.

[samson]

"You should be watching like cartoons, not police shows," he said, giving her the hugest frown.

And then he sighed, running his hand down his face. "Well, I guess you're growing up now. Right? Birthday party and everything."

It was hard for Brock to deal with kids actually aging at a normal rate, since the Ventures aged so slowly -- it didn't help that Paradisa kept Mindy at the same physical age, either. It's okay. Brock. Just let go. Baby birds gotta fly out of the nest.

[neverplays]

"Cartoons are boring, I like the police shows." She shrugged, moving to try and tug him toward the cake.

"I need you to cut this, but keep it pretty."

[samson]

Brock let himself be pulled toward the cake! If he got to screw around with knives, he was happy. Not creepy.

"Yeah, alright -- what do you mean, 'keep it pretty'?"

[neverplays]

"I don't know, just..." She gestured around the cake, not making her gestures very clear.

"Keep it so that the pieces stay ... like pieces."

[samson]

"Keep it so the pieces stay like pieces," he repeated, brow furrowing a little. "Right."

That didn't make a ton of sense, but whatever! Women and their sentimentality, for real. He approached the cake and cautiously began to slice it, going slowly so Mindy could tell him if he was doin' it wrong.

[neverplays]

"WAI--okay, that's fine." Mindy exhaled, nodding and gesturing for him to continue. There was a close call with one of the decorative ribbons, but Brock masterfully seemed to avoid the disaster.

"Are you and Mol going to stay married forever?"

[samson]

He was starting to get the hang of it now. Just avoid the pretty shit, basically. Simple! These slices weren't going to look normal, though.

"What?" he said, glancing over at her. What a weird question! "Well, yeah. I mean, until one of us gets sent home, I guess ..."

[neverplays]

"Okay. Because sometimes people get married, but then things happen and they don't stay together."

Mindy watched him for a moment, "I just really like you guys and I want you to be together, like forever."

[samson]

Oh my god, Mindy, that's just so touching ...

But Brock's also a big blob of awkward at all times, so he just laughed and smiled at her. "Well, thanks. I'm sure we'll be okay. But you can yell at us if we start to fight or something."

[neverplays]

"Alright. I'll keep the two of you in line."

Mindy looked at him with a stern look. It's a no-nonsense kind of look. Which immediately melts into joy as she figures out which piece she wants.

"That one is mine!"

[samson]

He laughed again, shaking his head. "I'm sure you will," he said indulgently, then scooted the piece she wanted onto a plate and handed it to her.

"There you go. Happy birthday, Mindy."

[neverplays]

"Thanks, Brock."

Mindy took the plate and the piece and she made a beeline to the nearest table and she opted to just eat that whole piece.