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[salvationsnox]

[For once, Atticus is sitting in a bar, a glass of wine in hand as he leans back in his chair. He looks as though he just came out of the rain, though he really isn't paying attention to that at the moment. Atticus stares at the balloon against the wall and the small cake in front of him saying, "Happy Birthday!"

Letting out an irritated huff, Atticus leans his head back, placing the glass against his temple]