Happy Birthday, Maxxie
It hasn't actually been that long since the last proper party on the island, but Chris can't help but feel like it's been fuckin' ages or something, what with all that's happened between then and now. If he's honest about it, they've probably got more to mourn than to celebrate, what with how the island's fucked with all of their lives lately, turning them into different versions of themselves and sending people home.
But it's Maxxie's birthday, and if there's ever been a reason to forget about all the shit that's happened to them all, celebrating it is definitely one. They've got the cave behind the waterfall all fixed up, there are decorations and drinks and proper drugs (maybe Chris's supply from the basket he'd gotten back in January is running low, but Chris has found a guy who fuckin' makes them. It's A-plus.) and the music's loud enough that you can even hear it outside, on the other side of the water.
Okay, so maybe it's not the most private spot for a party, but fuck it, Maxxie's nineteen, he's got his throne and his crown and the night's still young.
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But it's Maxxie's birthday, and if there's ever been a reason to forget about all the shit that's happened to them all, celebrating it is definitely one. They've got the cave behind the waterfall all fixed up, there are decorations and drinks and proper drugs (maybe Chris's supply from the basket he'd gotten back in January is running low, but Chris has found a guy who fuckin' makes them. It's A-plus.) and the music's loud enough that you can even hear it outside, on the other side of the water.
Okay, so maybe it's not the most private spot for a party, but fuck it, Maxxie's nineteen, he's got his throne and his crown and the night's still young.
Timed to after dark, island time. Please see this post in slated before tagging in. Thank you!