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Caritas | Sunday
Graduation was a fun time for everyone with all the guests, cake, and hugging happening around the island.
Well, everyone but Tino. He never seemed to get to leave.
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But there was a party at Caritas tonight and Clark decided he could go the extra mile to make the lounge look a little festive. Blue and gold paper streamers and balloons awaited any graduates, birthday boys, and friends who might stop in for a drink. Or a balloon animal - if he could figure out how to make something not a snake.
Well, everyone but Tino. He never seemed to get to leave.
Sad.
But there was a party at Caritas tonight and Clark decided he could go the extra mile to make the lounge look a little festive. Blue and gold paper streamers and balloons awaited any graduates, birthday boys, and friends who might stop in for a drink. Or a balloon animal - if he could figure out how to make something not a snake.
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Chuck leaned over the bar to grab the drink gun and made sure the setting was to water. Chuck looked up at Tino. "You're totally mopping up whatever mess we make."
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He wondered if Chuck had any Mekhong. He'd developed a bit of a taste for that, in Thailand.
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"Yeah, you probably should," Chuck said, ignoring the weird look Tino was giving the two of them. "It'll be easier to put the bandages on with it off, anyway."
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No, he wasn't drunk yet. He was just naturally dorky on the rare occasions he had reasons to be in a very good mood. Sam didn't always like to openly celebrate his birthdays, but 18th birthdays were very important. He could get a tattoo now (or, another one at least), he could vote (which he was very excited about, the dork), and he could get married (in a few states at least, not that he was keeping track of that or anything).
He knew Peter would be around to help him celebrate, and he was sure that Dean would come, no matter how angry he was from finding out about Sam's extra abilities. Until anyone else arrived, Sam was content to slowly start drinking and play with the streamers.
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"To many more?" Peter suggested, holding up his beer for a toast.
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"Sam," he said, and raised his glass. "Your trust in your brother may well have gotten an entire world killed. Happy birthday."
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"Uh, thanks. For the birthday wishes part, at least," he said, eying the bandages. "What happened to you?"
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"I'm sorry about Castiel," Chuck said. "I wouldn't have brought him here, but I needed to jack the medical supplies Support Services left here."
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"Hey, you," she said, making her way back to the lounge with a soda. "Happy Birthday!"
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"Hey, husband." She grinned. "Ex. Enjoying your birthday?"
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"Happy Birthday, Sam," he said as he held out an envelope. With a gift card for iTunes, because he had no idea what to get him.
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He watched his brother for a minute before asking, "So how many beers have you had already?"
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OOC | Caritas
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