"There she is, the birthday girl- Yes, yes, before we go ragging on me, I am late, but I am not a dollar short." October can count on exactly one hand the number of people he's fond of that he didn't have a part in fathering, but resolutely among them, for quite some time now, was certainly Tiffany Royale. Maybe it was a recognition of artistry, maybe it was a knowledge that despite it all, she was just as ego-driven and broken as he was- or, just maybe, October's fondness was best earned with a good lay and then leaving him the fuck alone until he got bored again- whatever the reason, he'd had a noted soft spot for Tiffany for some time, enough, at the very least, that he'd remembered her birthday- holding up a bottle of Jack Daniels retrieved from his U-Haul with a smirk.
"Drink responsibly, if your beer goggles make you hook up with a loser, I'm not the guy you're going to blame for it, you know the drill, baby." He presses the bottle into her grasp. "Now, why're you lookin' like somebody killed your pet this close to your birthday, doll? Anything I can punch to make it better?"
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