Mike Lane (
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Actually Pretty Quaint Mansion on Phoenix Way, Thursday Evening
Mike was turning thirty-six today.
And he wasn't doing a goddamned thing about it. Hey, last year he'd straight up forgotten about his birthday, and that one had at least been one of those big ones that ended with either a five or a zero. He didn't really see a reason to make too much of a big deal of this one, either.
Okay, so he had a beer in hand. And was just lounging on the couch like a man who'd at least decided to relax for his big day. Wasn't that enough?
[ooc: Primarily for that lady friend of his, but open!]
And he wasn't doing a goddamned thing about it. Hey, last year he'd straight up forgotten about his birthday, and that one had at least been one of those big ones that ended with either a five or a zero. He didn't really see a reason to make too much of a big deal of this one, either.
Okay, so he had a beer in hand. And was just lounging on the couch like a man who'd at least decided to relax for his big day. Wasn't that enough?
[ooc: Primarily for that lady friend of his, but open!]
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He peeled himself off the couch and made his way to the door - and he was not disappointed. "Hey, look who it is."
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Well, clearly.
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Mike, you're thirty six.
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“Me? I would never.”
She was so bad at trying to be innocent.
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And he was grinning. "I think you're getting exactly what you came for."
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He nodded towards the box. "What'd you bring me? 'Cause, that may be a factor in whether it's either."
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"Hey."
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Well. Closer. Hips to hips because personal space was for losers. "I mean, it is my birthday, and you are looking like you're wearing way too many clothes..."
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She was giving like that.
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Duh.
"If it helps?" he repeated. "Yeah, it helps. It helps a ton, actually. Means there's less layers between me and eating you out." Coy was... not a thing that was going to happen, between the words and his smirk. But he tilted his head like he was considering something, in a theatrical, exaggerated fashion.
"I can see one problem with it, though."
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She was maybe betting with herself on what his answer was going to be.
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Had she guessed correctly?
"'Cause, y'know, it's just so far away."
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“That is a real problem,” she said, trying to feign seriousness and completely failing. “What should we do about it?”
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So, he was just going to go ahead and pick her up, right about now.
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