BIRTHDAY SHENANIGANS

[timetopaythepiper]

[Usually Hartley treats birthdays like any other day. He's not really the kind of person who sees any point in making a big deal out of turning a year older, especially when there's rarely anyone else to make a big deal of it with. But this birthday is different.

Because it's not just his birthday. He's sharing it with another Hartley Rathaway, another version of himself, and that almost certainly seems like something they should be celebrating. Who else gets the opportunity to do something like this? No one. At least as far as he knows.

So after sharing a "holyshit, I'm 30" drink with one of the few neighbors he's civil with, he comes back to the apartment determined to make Piper do something celebratory with him. He thinks alcohol should probably be involved. And maybe some property damage (he wonders where Harrison's staying these days), but either way, definitely alcohol.]

Piper, feel up to doing something tonight?

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[socialactivillain]

Snowflake?

[ He rolls his eyes. ]

I don't know. Why don't we go out somewhere, and I'll decide when we get there.

[timetopaythepiper]

[Hartley smirks for a moment before slipping his gloves into his coat pocket. Since Piper's going to let him try out the flute, he'll try to tone down the insults for the night.]

That sounds good to me. I'm not sure what I'm in the mood for yet anyway. Bar or club?

[socialactivillain]

[ Good luck with that. ]

Bar. I think 40 is officially Too Old for clubs. I just get a headache and want to leave.

[timetopaythepiper]

Clubs tend to give me headaches these days too. Bar it is then.

[Hartley takes out his phone to call them a cab.]

Are you going like that?

[socialactivillain]

Give me a few minutes to change.

[timetopaythepiper]

[Hartley slips his phone back into his pocket.]

Change into something appropriate for a bar, but also appropriate for property destruction. And don't take too long. It won't take long for the cab to get here.

[socialactivillain]

[ He's already heading around the corner into his room. ]

I'll be quick.

[timetopaythepiper]

Okay. I'll be out here.

[Hartley flops down onto the couch to wait for him. He briefly considers heading to the bathroom to switch his glasses for contact lenses before deciding against it. He knows he won't feel like taking them out again later.]