Happy birthday to me... Who: Indie and Eros When: late Tuesday night Where: a nondescript back-alley Rating: looks to be headin' south
Indie stumbled down the street, trying to keep from retching. It was his birthday today, he'd decided. Well, actually, it was supposed to have been his birthday yesterday, he'd decided a few years back. But he hadn't had it long enough to make it a habit, and subsequently forgot all about it until today. He'd decided he would be 25 this year.
So far, he'd been to about three different clubs already, boozing it up with all of his new friends who were more than happy to buy him drinks in celebration (though later upon reflection, if they even remembered, they'd probably be puzzled as to why...)
He was currently enroute to Misshapes, if only he would just vomit already and have it done with... it was only eleven, he really shouldn't be this drunk. Finally, something gave way in his stomach and he was suddenly spilling its contents over the nearest wall, a sense of relief washing through him.