Birthday Girl.

[realmrsreynolds]

Sallie's out at the main bar today, enjoying a cup of coffee and making her way through receipts and supplies that needs to be restocked behind the serving area --

When a red flashing alarm light goes off above her head, and a banner unfurls across the bartop.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SALLIE REYNOLDS!

"Ugh. Who told?"

[ooc: Open to anyone, and flexible as hell.]

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[mnt_mike]

"Told? Told what?"

That would be the other Barman at the end of Bar.









Ignore the cardboard HAPPY BIRTHDAY hat.

[realmrsreynolds]

"Uh. Mike? Shouldn't you be doin' something productive with yourself?"

Like jumping off a building? Geez.

[mnt_mike]

He blinks at her, smile not even budging for even an instant.

"This is productive."

[realmrsreynolds]

Of course he would say something like that.

Sallie points to above her head. "Why do we even have that siren? And what's up with the thing on your head?"

[mnt_mike]

Mike turns his attention from Sallie to the siren.

"You know I'm not sure? I asked Bernard about it once a long long time ago. He said something about tidal waves.


...

Or was it Anti-Monitors?
Either way, hell if I know."

[realmrsreynolds]

"Still, not sure it was necessary to have it go off and warn folk of the decaying lady in the bar's employ and all -- "

[mnt_mike]

His smile softens.
"Okay, two things. One, you are not decaying. You are a beautiful woman, and if we didn't work together and share brain cells I would totally take you in a manly fashion. And two, birthdays are both important AND necessary."

So there.

[realmrsreynolds]

Awwww!

"Were you this cute 'fore you became a daddy?"

[52-dropoff.livejournal.com]

"I think it...she...can read your mind," says a helpful friend.

[realmrsreynolds]

"Charlie! Ah, yes, I know, but this is a little much."

Sirens are never super appealing, to any Reynolds.

"Mike has already accosted me."

[52-dropoff.livejournal.com]

"I suggest you take the banner down ASAP then. Unless you want everyone to make your day overstuffed with greetings?" Which she may or may not like.

[realmrsreynolds]

"Bar isn't going to let me."

Sallie's eyes then glaze over ever so slightly, and one corner of her mouth lifts.

"For the next hour. It's her form of compromise."

[52-dropoff.livejournal.com]

"I guess you can't go and hide, either?" He steps closer. "Can I at least wish you a happy birthday?"

[realmrsreynolds]

"Absolutely you can."

Sallie may approve of Charlie doing so. Just a little.

"I don't actually have a problem with birthdays, even my own. It was just a low priority."

[52-dropoff.livejournal.com]

Birthdays call for hugs. And small kisses on the cheek.

"They still make a big deal about birthdays in the future?"

[river_meimei]

"It's a grapevine," River informs her mournfully.

Mock-mournfully.

(It's not a very good mock, either.)

She drops onto the next barstool over, and flashes a quick grin at her. "We'll have to declare it inevitable."

[realmrsreynolds]

"Hello to you too, my dear," Sallie returns, even though not much of what River just said at her indicates a straight up-and-down salutation. She'll just roll with it.

"I could've done without the siren though, all told."

[river_meimei]

River grimaces amiably upwards at the siren. (Even though it's no longer blaring, nor in fact anywhere to be seen.)

"We'll use candles instead."

[gavemea_45]

Sam's almost to the door with the coffee he'd come in to get, but the siren grabs his attention, fast.

He whirls around to face the unknown threat, and then cracks a huge grin on seeing the banner and realizing what's going on.

"Happy birthday, Sallie."

[realmrsreynolds]

"Sam!"

She shouldn't be as surprised as she sounds to see him whole and relaxed. As much as Sam ever relaxes.

"Thank you - I ain't sure it needed to be advertised so, but."

[gavemea_45]

"Would you have told anyone about it otherwise?" he counters, walking over to join her.

[realmrsreynolds]

"Well. No. When you put it like that."

[gavemea_45]

Sam looks decidedly smug. "There you go, then."

A beat.

"Seriously, though -- happy birthday."

[realmrsreynolds]

"Thank you very much, Samuel."

And it is nice, hearing from people that Sallie cannot even question care about her. Rutting Milliways.

"Do I get a life update in the world of Mr. Winchester?"

[gavemea_45]

"Sure, if you want," he replies. "Although it's pretty much more of the same."

His conscience stabs him sharply for that, but he doesn't wince. After all, in a way, it's almost true. Mostly.

"Um, let's see -- where were we when last -- oh." He suddenly looks very, very sheepish, and slightly red.

"The, uh, dance job. Right."