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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[strucktwelve]

No, I have debauchery of another kind in store. So go get your coat and come pick me up, twat.

[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]

The drinks are on me for once? That's all the detail I can divulge, I'm afraid.

[maleficentia]

Tempting.

[strucktwelve]

You know you want to, Frey.

[maleficentia]

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

[strucktwelve]

I don't know what you're talking about. I am the soul of honest discretion.

[maleficentia]

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

[strucktwelve]

Need I remind you that this is supposed to be thrown on your behalf? I set the scene and you prostrate yourself with gratitude. That's how it works.

[maleficentia]

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

[strucktwelve]

Well, no, I was thinking more along the lines of going and laughing at the people at the karaoke bar. But suit yourself, look a gift Ashford in the mouth.

[maleficentia]

I'm on my way.

[strucktwelve]

And the crocodile tears prevail yet again!

[maleficentia]

Well, I wouldn't say that's what convinced me, but as you like.

[strucktwelve]

Be a dear and allow me my delusions, won't you?

[maleficentia]

I'm bad at that.