☆ closed starter for @c0urs, eddie baek-dunn.
☆ located at a minimalist apartment in downtown miami. ↪ arrival action prompt — march third. the knock comes right at 10:23pm, six pack of corona in hand, birthday hat resting on head, and a small baggie in pocket.
she's already seen him for the day, forced a gift in his hand and a congratulations for another year around the sun against his cheek. they hadn't explicitly made plans for later, there's a good chance she's interrupting something or that she'll leave without a response, a last minute decision to spend the last moments of his day with him. so the second the door is opened, “ happy birthday, again! ” free hand wraps around mouth to echo the melody of the spanish rendition of happy birthday, no regard for volume or the neighbors that might be able to hear the commotion filtering through their doors. unasked for encore, she has no plans to stop until her body is tugged inside the familiar home. birthday wishes cut in half, replaced by a cackle that only vibrates between his own walls. six pack resting on counter top, “ i know you're not much of a drinker, but figured we are celebratin', ” string of the birthday hat snaps at her neck when she knocks it off herself. tip of her toes to secure it around his face, pearly whites shining when she steps back and takes in the view. “ if ya not feelin' the corona though, i got ya another present, ” digging into the pocket of skin tight shorts, glint off the weed in a clear small bag, a dangerous twinkle as she presents his options, body smack in the middle, “ pick your poison. ”
