Luke had lost track of how many minutes he'd been standing here, surrounded by party tinsel. I've been holding this guitar for literally eight years. Where was Taisce? This wasn't supposed to have taken forever. Luke was not a patient manchild.
Still, when the door swung open, he felt himself beginning to smile.
Okay. There was that feeling again, the one that said this was going to be awesome. Why wouldn't it be? The song was awesome. Basically a work of art. The baked goods were awesome. There was alcohol. Everything had actually gone to plan, and yeah, maybe it made a part of him worry that something was going to go wrong. Someone would walk out or argue or maybe he'd forget the lyrics. But whatever.
"Happy birthdayyyy," he drawled at last, brows furrowing over his grin.
Why did Uncle B look like he was entering a room full of hidden tigers or ninjas or something? Okay, there was a lot of tinsel in here. And okay, maybe the banner looked kind of like a serial killer ransom note. Luke probably could have showered or combed his hair, but that was part of the person-with-a-guitar appeal. The cookie and pie were in full display, which should have dispelled any suspicion or fear. Basically, the place was decked out. And awesome.
He strummed the guitar experimentally, shrugging. "Surprise."