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[bitingmybullet]

Well, well, will you look at that.

There's a Gwen at the bar.

She's leaning forward on her elbows, watching the people.

She might be humming "Happy birthday to me."

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[bass_line_blues]

"Greetings, Oh Ancient One."

Cheerful.

[bitingmybullet]

Gwen attempts to give him a sour look, but she really isn't feeling it.

Cheerfuller:

"Hey, Poochie."

[bass_line_blues]

Preston accepts this with relative equanimity; he did kind of deserve it, after all.

"How's the birthday girl?"

[bitingmybullet]

She smiles.

"I'm good. It's been a good day."

Good = peaceful.

Good also = lacking in zombies.

Although Preston does owe her a present.

[bass_line_blues]

Oh, come on, Preston's not gonna give her her pressent here.

No, not when he can trick her into thinking he's forgot and then leave it on her bed at home! :D

Preston is sneaky like that.

"Glad to hear it," he says, honestly. "'s how birthdays ought to be."

[bitingmybullet]

"Yeah," Gwen agrees, sighing.

It is mostly a sigh of contentment.

"... I feel kind of like I should be getting drunk, except that tends to happen a lot around here anyway."

[bass_line_blues]

"Hey, man," Preston says, with a grin, "getting shitfaced's for your twenty-first."

Preston did in fact manage this! After the zombie fight that occurred earlier that night, of course.

"You're too mature for that now."

[bitingmybullet]

Gwen rolls her eyes.

"Great, so what do we do? Play chinese checkers?"

[bass_line_blues]

"Rent a car? - no, shit, that'd have been last birthday."

Beat.

"Discuss Descartes?"

[bitingmybullet]

"... Sounds like a winner to me."

[bass_line_blues]

Preston drops into a seat, stretching back.

"What d'you want to do, 's the question? Abandoning responsibility for a day and all."

[bitingmybullet]

"Um ... hmm."

Gwen ponders.

"I guess ... a party might be fun. I'm getting good at those."

Some of them have been accidental parties, true, but she's going to go ahead and ignore that.

[bass_line_blues]

Amused: ". . . so, basically, same thing as getting shitfaced but with more people? That can probably be arranged."

[bitingmybullet]

Gwen gives him a look.

"There can be more to it than getting drunk."

She trails off, frowning thoughtfully.

"--I mean. I've been promising people a theme night for a while. This might be a good time to actually do it."

[bass_line_blues]

Preston raises his eyebrows.

"What, like, Bad Julia Stiles Movie Night? Come dressed like a preppy blonde?"

[bitingmybullet]

Annnnd the look gets lookier.

"That ... wasn't one of the theme nights up for consideration, surprisingly."

She shrugs.

"Halloween's coming up. Maybe a costume party."