Birthday Boy

[go_between]

Richard wanders into the bar carrying the remnants of what was once a very large cake. There's still quite a bit left, so Richard sets it out on a table with a "Help Yourself" sign, gets a cider from the bar, and plops down into a chair.

It's been a good day.

Comments

[bloody_rockgod]

Richard gets glomped by an excitable Englishman with a guitar.

Good thing he's used to it, don't you think?

[go_between]

He thinks so.

Richard laughs and hugs Charlie tightly.

"Hallo, mate. Have a good day, did you?"

[bloody_rockgod]

"It's not been a bad one. How're you?"

[go_between]

"I'm amazingly well. Been overwhelmed by family and fed far too much food."

He doesn't sound upset about this at all.

[blueskinnedboy]

Chris enters from New York and looks around a moment. He breaks into a smile at the sight of Richard and goes to him, kissing him briefly. "Happy birthday."

[go_between]

He grins and returns the kiss.

"Thanks, love. Want some cake?"

[blueskinnedboy]

"I'd love some. Feed me?" Because he'd rather keep his arms around Richard's waist for the time being, of course.

[go_between]

He smirks, drags Chris over to the couches, and offers him a forkful of cake.

"It's buttercream frosting."