cinderella gets her ass into gear.

[strucktwelve]

Asher Frey (and Anne, Leo, and Chris, if you're up to it), clear your social calendar of whatever seedy appointments happen to be there for tonight. Because belated birthday festivities are very clearly in order, and I know just the place.

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[maleficentia]

My birthday is over.

[strucktwelve]

Well, yes, but I wasn't there, so it doesn't count.

[maleficentia]

Considering your penchant for stuffing men in fishnets and dragging them onstage, I think my dubiousness is understandable.

[strucktwelve]

[maleficentia]

Oh, of course. How could I have forgotten.

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[maleficentia]

Not that I don't enjoy being called variations on the female anatomy (and I daresay I've reached my quota, lately), you'll have to elaborate on your intentions before I venture into the Bronx.

[strucktwelve]

[maleficentia]

Tempting.

[strucktwelve]

[maleficentia]

Quite the opposite, actually. You see, good a conversationalist as you are, I don't trust you.

[strucktwelve]

[maleficentia]

If you'll stifle your coquettish crocodile tears for just a moment, I might be persuaded to take you to dinner.

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[maleficentia]

Jesus Risen Christ, you aren't throwing some sort of surprise party, are you? With people? You deviant little serpent.

[strucktwelve]