Log: Birthday Fun

[depthlesslock]

Who: Agent York, open
What: A gathering of friends for York's birthday
Where: The For Hire Base. Later Errera
When: Saturday 10/17
Warnings: None expected

After a very interesting and highly enjoyable morning with Sigma, the two of them make their way over to the base where York's arranged for everyone to meet. He is in a very good mood and has barely stopped smiling since he woke up. It's going to be a good day. He can just tell. It's his birthday, he's going to see most of the people he enjoys hanging out with, and with a trip to Errera that evening to top it all off, it's going to be a whirl of fun and crazy.

They arrive at the base and York lets them in, making a quick stop at his room so he can change from his disguised green into his own tan and then they head out to the common room to wait for the others. York flops down onto one of the couches and beams up at the ceiling. Yep, gonna be a good day.

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[depthlesslock]

'You're in for one hell of an e-k-sperience then,' he says, chuckling. 'I hope it's a good one.'

[ambitious_muse]

"Hey, you two." Sigma comes back with sandwiches and salads from the kitchen. What? They worked up an appetite this morning! He's dressed properly now in his club attire, but he does enjoy actually wearing it this time. "Nice jeans, Oquirrh. Your boyfriend get them for you?"

[oquirrh_at_the_wheel]

"Very funny, Sigma," she teases back. "Do I want to know what your boyfriend got you, York?"

[depthlesslock]

'Hey, lover,' he greets, stealing a sandwich from Sigma's plate. 'I'm sure you're very curious, but that is between me and my flame here.' He blows a kiss up at him.

[ambitious_muse]

Sigma catches the supposed kiss in his mouth. What? He wants to see if she's as easy to tease as her boyfriend.

"Have you eaten?" he asks her. "I can get you something." York does get to have some time with his friends, after all.

[oquirrh_at_the_wheel]

"I did," she says. "I helped make it, so I got to snack while I worked. Thank you, though."

"Fine. I'll let you keep your little secret. But only because it's your birthday."

[depthlesslock]

'Good, you're gonna need your strength for Errera,' he says. 'Oh, I wouldn't tell you even if it wasn't my birthday.'

He holds up the socks. 'Hey, Sig, look what she made for me. Pretty awesome, right?'

[ambitious_muse]

"Believe me, you will," Sigma says. He remembers how exhausted he was last time after everything. Maybe he'll have a little more to drink this time and loosen him up.

"You made these?" He's heard about Oquirrh's sock-making tendencies but hasn't seen a finished pair before. "These look great! I love the color." He wags the socks in York's face.

[oquirrh_at_the_wheel]

Oquirrh decides not to make a joke about resisting interrogation techniques and the places she knows York is ticklish.

"I did! Thanks," she says. "I thought you might. It reminds me of someone."

[depthlesslock]

York bats playfully at the socks dangled in front of his nose.

'Two someones,' he corrects, smiling. 'Thanks, Oquirrh.' It's good to know she supports them, especially enough to make him color appropriate clothing.

[ambitious_muse]

"I'd say thanks, but they technically aren't for me," Sigma says.

[oquirrh_at_the_wheel]

"Maybe for Christmas," she says. "If you're good."

"This is an okay outfit for Errera, right? If I lose the jacket?" She has a yellow-orange scarf that she can tie around her hips instead when it's time to dance.

[depthlesslock]

'She made them to symbolize our relationship,' he points out. 'You can say thanks.'

'Yep, looks great. There's no real dress code, just make sure it's comfortable and not too hot. As in temperature.'

[ambitious_muse]

"Perfect. Then, thank you," he says. "Really."

"Yes, because being too hot is my job." He taps his knee against York's.

[oquirrh_at_the_wheel]

"I was going to ask if you're qualified to make that call, but I think I'd better not," she teases. "Either you alienate my boyfriend or you alienate yours."

[depthlesslock]

With at least Omega and probably Tex at least disapproving of their relationship, a small gesture like this actually means a hell of a lot.

'We're k-walified to make our own calls concerning our boyfriends, he says, grinning and bumping his knee back against Sigma's. 'You're way too hot, Flame.'

[ambitious_muse]

"I mean, if you really want..."

Nope. York distracts him by tapping his knee again. "We'd better get your own judge over here," he finishes instead. "Mine has me preoccupied." He holds out York's lunch for him to take.

[oquirrh_at_the_wheel]

What's to disapprove of? Sure, mercenary life is dangerous, but what's wrong with finding and enjoying love where you can?

"All right. I'll leave you to appreciate each other," she teases. "Happy birthday again, York."

[depthlesslock]

'Thanks, love,' he says, taking the plate.

'And you, Oquirrh. Thanks for the socks.' He smiles warmly. 'You're right, they're a good combination.'

[ambitious_muse]

"Oquirrh?" He asks when she turns to leave. "You look fantastic."

[oquirrh_at_the_wheel]

Her jaw drops, just a little, and then she smiles.

"Gracias," she says. "Enjoy your lunch."

[depthlesslock]

'He's right,' York agrees, grinning. 'Help yourself to food.'