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thoughtformed2013-07-20 04:20 pm
detectivewonder) wrote in thoughtformed2013-07-20 04:20 pm
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[Open Log]
What: Tim Drake's 20th Birthday Party.
Who: Everyone who likes Tim well enough to attend his birthday, and/or anyone looking for free booze or trolling opportunities.
When: Friday the 19th.
Where: Tim & Poland's apartment; possible various bars or restaurants he gets dragged out to.
The fact that today was Tim's birthday didn't escape him, but he didn't do anything about it, either. He hadn't reminded anyone of it, and he hadn't made any plans, though he had arranged for the New Brew to close early. No-one had mentioned it to him, either.
That left two possibilities: either everyone had forgotten, or they were planning to surprise him. He was doing his best to remain aggressively ignorant of which, going so far as to delay his usual review of surveillance systems. All he had planned for the evening was some coding. Relaxing, engaging, and unimportant enough that he could drop it if anyone had other ideas.
When he opened the door to his apartment, he did so with absolutely no expectations that he was willing to admit to himself.
Who: Everyone who likes Tim well enough to attend his birthday, and/or anyone looking for free booze or trolling opportunities.
When: Friday the 19th.
Where: Tim & Poland's apartment; possible various bars or restaurants he gets dragged out to.
The fact that today was Tim's birthday didn't escape him, but he didn't do anything about it, either. He hadn't reminded anyone of it, and he hadn't made any plans, though he had arranged for the New Brew to close early. No-one had mentioned it to him, either.
That left two possibilities: either everyone had forgotten, or they were planning to surprise him. He was doing his best to remain aggressively ignorant of which, going so far as to delay his usual review of surveillance systems. All he had planned for the evening was some coding. Relaxing, engaging, and unimportant enough that he could drop it if anyone had other ideas.
When he opened the door to his apartment, he did so with absolutely no expectations that he was willing to admit to himself.
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Mostly for the booze.
At least she had the common decency to pick up a generic birthday card on her way over and stuck a few bills in it; he could go buy himself dinner or something.
For the most part, she would be keeping to the walls; not because she felt antisocial or because she was nervous (in fact, she was in her element), but to minimize people brushing against her. However, she did manage to cross through the crowd to hand the card to the birthday boy.
"I hear you're another year older. Congrats; it's all downhill from there."
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It was an automatic but genuine thanks; their only previous interactions had more or less been rolling their eyes at Nathan when Ramona had dragged Tim to some social occasion or other.
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She gave a casual shrug of the shoulders, her smile matching her nonchalant manner.
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...Which would probably stop paint from drying."
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...Er, working at a bar has it's perks, you could say."
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"But fine. If you're really just dying to be every police officer's and parent's wet dream, go right ahead. I won't infringe on your sobriety."
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On that skeptical note, he heads off to greet new arrivals at the door.
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He hadn't had enough time for a proper present, though.
So he. Had to improvise.
When Tim got around to the peanut gallery (come on, he could use his age and size to his advantage, even if the awareness that Damian, years younger than him, was only a little bit shorter), Dick offered a book. One that he knew from Bruce's library and thought that Tim might. Like.
And, as a bookmark, there was a recipe he'd once memorized off Alfie's work. And never managed to make on his own. If Tim had a moment after he'd reached that, well. Dick was going to suggest they try it together. Maybe that'd work - and that was the most of a present he could come up with, for Tim and from him and. Here.
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He was flipping the book open with one hand, reaching out to ruffle his hair with the other (because that was exactly what Dick had always done to him) when he came across the bookmark. Suddenly there was a lump in his throat he had to swallow past in order to speak.
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Then, Tim's face.
He reached up to take Tim's hand from the top of his head, holding it between both of his palms.
"I memorized some of Alfie's recipes, tried to help him out while he was out for groceries, because he does everything, you know? And that didn't end up too well, but I still remember them. So if you want, we can try to make them together. Or I can write them all down for you to try."
Small, almost awkward shrug. "I promise I'll come up with something better for your next birthday we celebrate together." Here or back home.
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Tim lets a long, contented sigh escape, and pulls his hand free after a moment to wrap it around Dick's shoulders in a very brief, slightly awkward side-on hug.
"You write up the cookbook. I'll get the groceries. We'll cook them together."
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Tim had been here for over two years. And even Damian acknowledged that, no, he wasn't satisfied with being here. So he'd tried to give him a little bit of home.
"You've got it!"
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"Okay, I should probably keep circulating. Have fun, and stick to the drinks in the blue glasses."
Those being, of course, the non-alcoholic ones.
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Good thing some Bat things were absolutely universal. A party with alcohol-only just didn't happen.