Rowdy was subjective. Dee was physically incapable of holding his own in any kind of fight, but he could still get up to some mischief in the right company. He rarely drank anymore (what’s the point if you’re wasted before it’s tasted?) but when he did, it always took his extraversion up a notch or five. Moreso than Jay, who could facepalm just as readily while sober as he could after a couple of beers or a nice glass of wine.
As the elevator made its way up, Jay turned to Jack. “What happens on birthdays?”
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Date: 2023-10-29 12:21 am (UTC)As the elevator made its way up, Jay turned to Jack. “What happens on birthdays?”