Ram Easthallow (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} bifoliate) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} heureuxlake, |
You only got one golden birthday, and Ram was extremely pleased to have been born after the 21st of the month, since it meant he could legally drink at his. He'd gone all out, in a golden mask with music notes and sparkly gold suit. He'd spent the day helping his mom make the garden perfect, joining in her songs to coax out-of-season blooms to life and make the flowers glow with their own internal light. By the time the sun had set, Morwen had wandered off to chat to people, most likely intending to take full advantage of Tarrytown's Spring Court population to talk about her very favourite topic (other than Ram).
He mixed two Lemon Gin Sours, sipped the first himself and then began scanning the garden for attractive guests with empty glasses or hands. He certainly had no shortage of options, and it would keep him from sneaking another look at the photo he'd snapped of Cris to send to Julian. It didn't take him long to step up to someone, holding out the second drink with a smile. "Pretty drink to match your outfit?" he asked, only slightly teasingly.
