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WHO: The Spider-Devil family and friends and guests. If you have a reason to be there, come on in? Feel free to ask if you’re not sure.
WHERE: May and Reilly’s place at the MAC
WHEN: Tonight!
WARNINGS: Attempting to bring joy to Daredevil and Devil jr.
SUMMARY: It’s Reilly and Matt’s birthday! A party is thrown, good times are had. Whether the birthday boys like it or not.
FORMAT: Para to start, then whatever! Feel free to start your own area/event threads.

After the late- or was it just really early?- birthday-meeting with Matt and dad the night before, May had immediately headed home to start decorating and generally preparing for the day. This would be the second of Matt and Reilly’s birthday’s she’d be witness to. It was weird to think about. But more than that, she was determined to give this year’s a little more kick to it than the rushed surprise cake from the year before. She knew all the more now how rarely either man celebrated the day at all, let alone happily. And just in case she’d been in danger of forgetting that, Matt’s post the night before had certainly reinforced the point.

So she’d gone all out. Streamers, balloons, all the works she could manage in their small apartment, even a few frosting scented (and oh so carefully webbed by the bottom in place) candles for the birthday boy who couldn’t appreciate the sights. Along, of course, with the finest in ordered food and (non-alcoholic) drink she could manage with the pooled money from interested parties. Now it was just a matter of tricking the boys into both coming and staying long enough to enjoy themselves.

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[Gerry didn't expect anybody to be out here too, and since he didn't have any spider-sense, hearing Reilly caught him off guard, but he didn't slip off the wall or anything like he used to. He smiled a little and crawled down to where Reilly was.]

Happy birthday, man. [He's silent for a minute or two.] What are you doing out here? You're missing your party.

Thanks. What do you think? I appreciate it, but... I'm not much of a party person, you know.

[Oh... what?]

Yeah, I believe that. [It doesn't take any effort too!] But it's your party, you know. May and Cass will try to drag you back in eventually.

It's just one day. It's not that big a deal. And, yeah, you're right. But who knows? Maybe I'll be able to take 'em.

It is a big deal, man! It only comes around once a year, and we're all happy you're here.

[He laughs.] Just don't look to me for backup this time. I'm not getting in the way of those two.

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Yeah, yeah. Don't get sappy on me.

No worries, I'm not naive enough to think you'd have a chance against the girls.

[He frowns.] Hey! I could take Spider-Girl one on one, but even I couldn't handle both of them together. Frankly, I don't think you stand a chance.

Oh, ye of little faith. I can handle Spider-Girl easily, and Cass... for about five minutes.

Uh huh, sure. She probably just goes easy on you, you know.

She does not. I'm telling you, man, my bruises have bruises.

[Nope, still grinning. Still amused.]

It sounds like it'd just be easier to enjoy the party. Seriously, just go in, eat some food, play with Barkdevil, and leave completely unharmed.

It's a win-win.

You brought your dog?

-- Never mind. You're just going to bug me until I go back in, aren't you? Pun not intended.

Edited 2011-07-31 20:41 (UTC)

Of course I brought him! [He's offended you'd assume otherwise.] You took care of him while I was gone and James left. He likes you and didn't want to miss your special day.

[A pause.]

No, I'm not going to make you go back inside. I'll just sit out here and keep you company.

Just because I took care of him doesn't mean I like your dog. Someone had to. That's all.

Lucky me. But I suppose there's worse company to keep.

[He ignores Reilly's comment about the dog because, seriously, it's impossible to dislike Barkdevil.]

You know, it's kind of weird that you keep being nice to me. [He shrugs.] Are you sure that you're okay?

I'm not being nice, I'm being civil. There's a difference. I'm fine, thank you.

See, you're doing it again. [Gerry is so confused.] Usually, you'd just say my sticking around is the same thing as bugging you.

[He shrugs.] Not that I'm complaining. You should be civil more often.