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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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My optimism is short liv--

Is that what I think it is?

[Making the worst attempt at a straight face ever.]

I dunno. Mind reading isn't in my power set.

I hate you. So much.

I hate you, too.

[Obviously taking hate to mean love in this situation as she just beams at him.]

Besides, it goes with your hair.

I don't care how "awesome" it accessorizes or whatever you want to call it, get it off. Now.

The word you're looking for's 'spectacular.' And, no. It's your birthday. The hat can't hurt you today.

Right. Or 'amazing', surrrre. And, hey, it's my birthday! I should get a say on hats and hat related issues.

Mm-mm. That's not how it works. The hats help us celebrate. It's tradition.

This is a family tradition?!

It’s not too late to keep pretending I’m not your long-lost cousin, is it?

Too late, word's out. There's really no escape, since apparently we look something alike, too.

[There's a small pause. She tries to fight the grin, but fails.]

Especially with the hats.

You wish we looked alike. I'm much more handsome.

Even with my hat.

So long as you're not making any claims on pretty.

[Reaches over to straighten his hat.]

Even with the hat.

Don't be absurd. The monstrous mug lurking underneath my skin is beautiful. You can't deny that.

I think the hat only brings out my eyes.

As a blood relative, my options are limited to 'dashing.' If you're looking for an ego boost, Mr. Tyne, you have a girl for that.

[Grinning full force back]

Maybe you can get her to wear a matching one, too.

No. We are not one of those corny matching outfits type of couples. Or matching anything! It's not happening, okay?

But it's your birthday.

What part of no don't you understand?

The 'no' part, obviously. Honestly, Reilly. It's only been two years. I think you'd have noticed by now.

[And that last part comes out mildly distracted as she gives the remaining hats a once over, mentally picking one out.]

We've been over this. I'm an eternal optimist when it comes to your ability to listen. Or improve in general.

There's a difference between optimism and just ignoring reality.

[She glances back at his hat. Yup. That red one will match.]

And I've improved plenty. Don't twist the facts to suit your story.

Funny. I could say the same thing to you. In fact, I think I may have.

And, fine, I'll concede the point. You've gotten better -- but you still have a long ways to go.

[May considers for a moment, then- seeing as she's not actually related to Cass- opts to just hand the hat to Reilly instead.]

Tell her Charlie bought it, it'll look cute on her, and I'm not the only one with a long way to go, mister.

[Laughs]

Okay. Don't tell her the last part.

Your gift to me is... a gift for my girlfriend? I really should be insulted.

Thanks, May. I-- uh. I appreciate it.