[thread]

[hadtoleave]

Who: Selphie, Seifer, Squall!
What: Birthday surprise: Drinking!
When: 7PM.
Where: In town.
Rating: PG-13 because Seifer and Squall have has a dirty mouth. >:D

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[disciplinary]

Selphie's declaration that Squall owed her was actually amusing. Hey, she had a point. Seifer knew they were friends, and anyone who put up with Squall for as long as she had - especially if it was willingly - was definitely owed something.

When Squall opened the door (again), Seifer smirked again. And then he heard the familiar sound of Squall bitching: "asking me blah blah blah do something blah blah blah" ... to which he shook his head.

"What we want," Seifer began, drawing it out a little, "is for you to drag your ass outta your room and outta this castle. Selphie told me it's your birthday today, and normal people usually do somethin' for their birthday. Now, I know that you are not by any stretch of the imagination normal, but how about ya try just this once, huh

[anewlingo]

Selphie was relieved when Squall opened the door, and clapped her hands together. It was clear as day that he wasn't happy, but she smiled anyway, ignoring his comment while nodding enthusiastically to Seifer's explanation. "Yeah! We just want you to have some fun, you know?" Well, she did. Seifer probably just wanted some laughs, but.. whatever!

Seeing that Seifer was taking care of the door, Selphie took a step towards Squall. "Please?" She tried, biting her bottom lip and looking a little hesitant: he had to fall for that. They were cornering Squall, like predators after some poor little prey. Actually, that wasn't too far from the truth...

"It's not like you have anything else to do, and we don't even have to say it's for your birthday! Just some friends hanging out, okay?"

[hadtoleave]

"I did something," Squall immediately defended himself. Taking Patch out longer than he usually did and having a nice lunch in town obviously wasn't what they had in mind. But they could shove it; it was his birthday and he could spend it how he wanted. Besides, he'd enjoyed himself…

He instantly stepped back and frowned when Seifer moved forward. Great. Why don't they just barge in and knock me- Oh, no. Not that face, Selphie.

"Stop it," he said, dropping his gaze and rubbing his forehead. I hate that. "…I was going to go to bed." He didn't add that he was tired because he wasn't, but…

Goddamn it. He was stuck. They weren't going to give up… And if he didn't agree or come up with an escape plan, Selphie was going to guilt him and Seifer was going to strong-arm him.

"Go where?" he hedged. Maybe if I say Patch is sick…

Even though Patch looked completely fine and zonked out on his pillow.

[disciplinary]

Seifer scoffed loudly, avoiding Squall's last question for the moment. "Going to bed? At ten after seven? Hyne on a stick dipped in lava, what the hell are you ... eighty?"

His arm was beginning to ache from being stretched out and up, so he brought it back down and crossed it together with the other, leaning his back against the door frame. Without his realizing it, his right foot began tapping a slow, somewhat lazy rhythm against the floor, letting his impatience be known.

"Out," was all he gave for an answer to Squall's question. That's all he really needed to know, anyway. "Now how about you go get ready?"

[anewlingo]

Maybe later Selphie would apologize for the low blows, but hey... they were working. But all she could do now was grin discreetly at Seifer before turning her attention back on Squall. "Yeah, you turned eighteen, you can't go to bed this early!"

She expanded on Seifer's reply. "It won't hurt, I promise. If you don't like it... well... you can leave, and... I'll try not to feel bad." Selphie looked down at her boots. A part of her really would be sad if Squall didn't come along, so she just focused on that.

Selphie peered up at Squall hopefully, however. "Pleeease~?"