GATHERING AT LINCOLN'S PLACE [OPEN TO ALL]

[lincolnmiller]

"No, Park we're not gaming tonight because it's Roosevelt's birthday. Stop calling him that, he is not. He's a hell of a lot smarter than you for starters. And I'm not having this conversation with you, either come to mine and celebrate my best friend's birthday or don't. It's up to you," Lincoln began, groaning as he put the phone down on Park. He could never understand why his friends couldn't all get along together. Park was a... okay, bad example. Lee was awesome but even she and Roosevelt bickered. And his best bro was going to be thirty tomorrow and it was up to Lincoln to throw him the best party ever.

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He really sucked at throwing parties. He had beer, food, music, people were supposed to be coming but he just hated that whole pre-party waiting thing. He wasn't meant to be a social butterfly, he was quite happy being an introspective nerd who had a set of amazing outgoing friends (and girlfriend.) He was quite happy being the wallflower. But he had to suck it up tonight for Roosevelt.

Hearing the bell, he ran to the door and opened it wide before smiling in relief.

"Oh thank god you're here," Lincoln began throwing his arms around the first guest.



OOC: ROOSEVELT IS THIRTY TOMORROW AND LINCOLN IS THROWING HIS BEST BRO FOREVER A PARTY WHICH EVERYONE IS INVITED TO. AND REMEMBER HIS PLACE IS LIKE TWO BEDROOM FLAT AND ALL HOMEMADE AMAZING FURNITURE AND GAMES AND GEEKY THINGS THIS IS NOT A CABOT SHINDIG.

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[lincolnmiller]

"We both love football, well dad loved it more than I did but it was something we always did together. Roosevelt, me, his dad, and mine. And I don't know a little difference of opinion is good," Lincoln murmured, lifting his shoulders in a shrug with a small smile. Maybe it was because they were so different that was what kept them both together. Besides there was nothing Lincoln loved more than sitting in and watching a game with Roosevelt or going for a run, now that he was fit, with his friend. "It's more like we're brothers really."

[starting_over]

Samantha made a mental note to tell Roosevelt that he was free to take whomever he wanted for his birthday present and that it didn't necessarily have to be her. She loved football as much as the next person, but some things you almost had to experience with a friend. Besides, it wasn't as if there weren't more games to go to.

"I'm looking forward to seeing the two of you interact. I've never really seen it, I've just seen you both talking about the other. Now, I brought wine as well. Where would you like me to put it?"

[lincolnmiller]

"Oh, I see. Trying to work us out, you know we talk entirely in code and manly stares, right?" Lincoln joked, smiling down at Sam. He didn't think it would be too fascinating, the pair of them just talked about anything and everything like normal. Although maybe they could talk in code... then again Roosevelt would probably think they were being dorks. "In the fridge? Is it white? Fridge. And you can tell me what you got Roosevelt."

[starting_over]

"I've got white and red," Samantha told him as she moved in towards the kitchen. "I'll open the red so it has a chance to breathe a little. Of course, I'll let the first glass of it breathe in my glass, but I have to taste it first, right? Make sure it's not vinegar?"

She did just that and turned back to him with glass in hand. "Can I trust you to not tell him? Or will it be more fun for you to tease him that you know and he doesn't?"

[lincolnmiller]

"Well, it would only be right for you to make sure you're not poisoning the rest of us." Lincoln replied, pulling out a couple more glasses for the wine drinkers. He was pretty sure a couple of the guys from work were going to stop by which meant beer but he had plenty of that. "You can trust me not to tell or tease him about it. Well, at least tease him before his birthday afterwards is different."

[starting_over]

"All right then," Samantha replied with another sip from her glass. She hoped to God she nailed this and, really, checking Lincoln's reaction would probably be the best indicator of that. Not to mention she still had time to change it, or get something else, if she missed the mark.

"I got him two VIP experience tickets to the Patriots home opener this season."

She took another drink of her wine to hide that she was metaphorically holding her breath.

[lincolnmiller]

Lincoln almost choked on his own drink as he lifted the beer to his lips and took a mouthful just as she said that. Two tickets to the opening game was... ridiculously perfect and Lincoln was kind of hoping that his friend wasn't going to get all romantic and take Sam. Maybe they could get a third ticket.

"Forget Roosevelt, marry me. We'll make it work with Lee, wait don't tell her I said that because I'm joking. Just... wow, seriously?" Lincoln asked in vague disbelief before letting out a long breath. "I made him something for his place, that is just... you're the worst, I can't out do that."

[starting_over]

Sam blushed over his exuberance. "Well. Okay then." She gave a loud exhale, then laughed. "I'm going to guess that I hit big if your reaction is any indication. Good. So. Phew." With another loud exhale and a realization that her wine glass was now empty, she poured a second one that she intended to nurse. "And for the record, I think something you made yourself that will last him for years to come is much better. You do such incredible work, Lincoln. Anyone would be thrilled to have a piece for their home."

[lincolnmiller]

“Anything to do with the Patriots would be a sure fire winner. The only thing better would probably be meeting Tom Brady,” Lincoln replied, looking at Sam in mild awe. The fact that she had gotten tickets, good tickets, was ridiculous. He was probably going to have to beg, borrow, plead, and maybe steal to get himself tickets to go with Roosevelt. He wouldn’t care if he even was a third wheel with him and Sam. “Which reminds me I have to do something for yours, so just figure out something you’d like and I’ll make you something up.”

[starting_over]

Samantha pressed her lips together, but she was working on that. Just in case her efforts were in vain, she didn't want to get anyone's hopes up. "I'm just glad I hit the mark for his present. I didn't even know his birthday was coming up until I met his girlfriend at the beach party and she told me. Gave me a few bad moments because it was something I should have known. And now that I know he'll probably like it, I've completely avoided disaster."

She gave another relieved exhale and toasted Lincoln with her glass. "That's a sweet thought, but I really don't have any room in my loft. But maybe something for the shop," she said, finger to her chin in thought. "That would be lovely."

[lincolnmiller]

"His girlfriend but you're oh you mean his ex. Kai- Keira, god I always get them mixed up. Keira, yeah they dated in high school. Except I always thought he was dating her twin," Lincoln said, looking sheepish. Even now, maybe especially now, he looked at Keira and saw Kaitlin. It was hard to tell the two apart, if you didn't know them and well, Lincoln hadn't been as close toe Keira as Roosevelt had been. "Pretty sure it wouldn't be a complete disaster."

Lincoln clinked his glass against Sam's with an easy smile. "What would you want? Say the word, I'm yours."

[starting_over]

"I'm going to have to take a good look at my stock and see what I have, and what I could display better. Do you want to stop by sometime this week and help me look at what I have or what you could make that would do a better job of it?"

[lincolnmiller]

"Sure, if you have some ideas what you want then I can see if I can replicate it for you. Tailor make it to your store, I know those units can be hard to get stuff into." Lincoln replied, nodding and trying to think what he could make that was unique to Sam but would last her a while.