Fast Eddie's, Tuesday Evening

[myownface]

Soooooo, apparently today was Sparkle's 21st birthday? Which was weird.

It was weird. And Sparkle hadn't really planned anything for it. He always found it easier to make a big deal out of other people's big days than his own. And anyway, what did 21 mean? He could use real identification to drink now? Where was the fun in that?

But he wanted to do something, so he sent off a handwavey text to anyone on his contact list just saying, Fast Eddie's tonight, the multiverse has had to deal with 21 years of me, suckers, and then hopped through a portal to Fandom Island to crash the arcade.

... No, he didn't have anything in mind beyond that. No real party or anything. Just, hey, come to the arcade. Waste some quarters. Maybe somebody would show up. It'd be great. And he was kind of grinning like an idiot as he showed up, since he'd made a stop at the apartment first.

Aww, Sia. Unsolicited presents were kind of great.

[OOC: I literally forgot about this until just before bedtime last night. OCD-free, daytime SP applies, hello, it's Sparkle's birthday, if you think you got an invite, or even if you didn't, feel free to crash in!]

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[suitably_heroic]

"Aw, maybe you just got your dentures stuck."

[myownface]

"Ew," Sparkle decided, wrinkling his nose. "Careful what you say, whippersnapper, or I'll have to start shaking my cane at you."

Or his walker? Or whatever it was old people had.

[suitably_heroic]

"Oh no, what am I going to do?" Atton deadpanned. "Die right where I stand and go to not-an-old-person heaven."

[myownface]

"... If old people stay gummy old people in heaven, I want to either die young or go to the other place."

[suitably_heroic]

"Hey, maybe you'll like being a gummy old person, I'm not judging," Atton said.

Beat.

"Much."

[myownface]

"Aaaand now I'm hoping to be dead by forty," Sparkle declared. "So thanks for that."