@mcxueen said:
“Happy birthday, ol’ man.” McQueen grinned, rolling his eyes. “How old are you now? Sixty? Is this one a big milestone or something?” Snickering, the redhead offered a small box to the other. “Here ya go, Chick. Cruz told me to get you somethin’, so here it is.” Inside the wrapped box was a photograph, looking to be several years old, of a paparazzi snapshot featuring Chick and Lightning bantering about… something. About what? Who knew. “Just wanted to bring you back a few years, since your memory’s gonna start fading in a couple more,” he joked, elbowing Chick’s arm. “Anyway, gotta go. Catch ya later. Don’t do somethin’ dumb and get a DUI.” No way did Cruz tell him to do that he did it on his own lmao
"OLD, OLD, OLD, that's all you people talk about!" He unwraps the box as he complains. "Where are the headlines calling me like— a silver fox or somethin'? Is it that hard?"
It's one of their better photos, in all fairness. Chick goes quiet as he admires it. There's none of the usual motion blur from the commotion and the crowds, and they're about as civil as they could've been for the time — even if that still boiled down to the childish bickering.
"OH YEAH, real rich. My memory's just fine. This was when— that time we... you know," he fumbles, "did that thing. Y'know."
AAAND McQueen's already gone. Chick rolls his eyes. He'd never thank him for it, but maybe this was a keeper.