Birthday Girl.

[realmrsreynolds]

Sallie's out at the main bar today, enjoying a cup of coffee and making her way through receipts and supplies that needs to be restocked behind the serving area --

When a red flashing alarm light goes off above her head, and a banner unfurls across the bartop.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SALLIE REYNOLDS!

"Ugh. Who told?"

[ooc: Open to anyone, and flexible

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[52_dropoff]

"I think it...she...can read your mind," says a helpful friend.

[realmrsreynolds]

"Charlie! Ah, yes, I know, but this is a little much."

Sirens are never super appealing, to any Reynolds.

"Mike has already accosted me."

[52_dropoff]

"I suggest you take the banner down ASAP then. Unless you want everyone to make your day overstuffed with greetings?" Which she may or may not like.

[realmrsreynolds]

"Bar isn't going to let me."

Sallie's eyes then glaze over ever so slightly, and one corner of her mouth lifts.

"For the next hour. It's her form of compromise."

[52_dropoff]

"I guess you can't go and hide, either?" He steps closer. "Can I at least wish you a happy birthday?"

[realmrsreynolds]

"Absolutely you can."

Sallie may approve of Charlie doing so. Just a little.

"I don't actually have a problem with birthdays, even my own. It was just a low priority."

[52_dropoff]

Birthdays call for hugs. And small kisses on the cheek.

"They still make a big deal about birthdays in the future?"

[realmrsreynolds]

"For little kids and old folk, sure - means you survive! But it's fun, too. This is the first year in a while other folk have been about for it though, so I'm nervous as to what to expect."

[52_dropoff]

"Cake. Gifts. Rude remarks about your age. Cards." The usual.

[realmrsreynolds]

"I'm usually the one baking anything," is the first response that Sallie actually manages to get to, before Charlie gets a little of a sidelong glance.

"What are you up to today?"

[52_dropoff]

"Not much in the way of plans. Maybe a jog.

"Want someone to fend off the wellwishers?"

[realmrsreynolds]

"No, they're fine."

Oh gou shi, now she has to say something.

"Do you want to do something?"

[52_dropoff]

He smiles. "Yes. That would be nice. A walk? A ride?"

[realmrsreynolds]

"Well. I was actually thinking...you could come to my house."

Quickly: "Dead folk've been comin' to my house forever; you'll be fine since we'd only be going for a little bit? And you'd get to see my part of the 'verse."

[52_dropoff]

"I was there. For Christmas." He would make a joke about her getting old and forgetful, but sometimes his filters click in. "But we didn't go outside. And I would love to see an alien sun."

[realmrsreynolds]

Sallie's eyebrows furrow slightly, leaning in across the countertop.

"We were in my apartment here. Not Shadow. You feelin' alright?"