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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[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.