Who: Brodie and Eddie
When: afternoon
Where: Thalia's Diner
It was a quiet afternoon and Brodie was happily sitting at the diner nursing a vanilla milkshake. It was a really good shake, too, but as it often happened Brodie found himself lost in thought, which meant he'd momentarily forgotten about his shake and was busy thinking about...his birthday. Two days from now he was going to turn twenty-five, and he just didn't know whether to celebrate or not. On one hand, he hardly ever made a fuss about it, he wasn't that type of person. Brodie didn't like to pressure people into giving a shit about him having been born, although it was as good an occasion as any other. However, these were special circumstances; he was at sea, at a luxury cruise and with all the nice places around it was kind of a shame not to go all out. Or as out as Brodie would go, in any case.
He wondered if the other band mates even knew it was his birthday, or cared. Not that they
should care, exactly, but he did wonder. Maybe if he told them they should meet up and have a drink - or ten - they wouldn't mind. He'd have to think some more about that.