Happy Late Birthday to Me (OPEN)

[Linden McKay]

Pounding bass, crowds of people, lots of girls and lots of alcohol. Happy late birthday Linden. It was his first real outing for his birthday. He had invited a few of his college friends and his little sister, though he'd make damn sure that she wasn't drinking. It may have been his birthday, but he was still responsible for his baby sister. The one he tortured when they both lived in the same house. Ah, good times. The fact that he had to be responsible sort of messed with the amount of alcohol he'd be drinking. He couldn't really keep an eye on Deidra if he was totally wasted before the night really got going.

Linden pulled his car up and parked the black Maserati just outside the doors. He got out wearing his typical attire, dark jeans, black wife-beater and a black button-up over the tank top. He looked good and he knew it. His gold-tinted white hair was spiked up in it's usual fashion and his dark blue eyes shown with barely controlled excitement.

Tonight would be a good night, he was sure of it. He'd drink with his friends, hit on attractive girls...or guys, and maybe bring home somebody to sleep in his nice comfy bed. That was the plan. There would be no dancing though. Nope, nada. Linden did not under any circumstances dance.

Okay, maybe under one circumstance. A really hot babe pulled him onto the dance floor and started grinding on him, yep, that's the circumstance. Otherwise, he'd be stationed at the bar the whole night.

[Deidra McKay]

Okay. Linden had invited her to his birthday outing. So she intended to party with him. Of course, he wanted to go to a club because he could drink now. Well, Deidra was going to drink too, but no one had to know that little bit of information. She had picked her outfit very carefully because...well, she always picked her outfits carefully so there was no reason. The darker skinned girl looked around with her olive eyes to try and get a good look around. She was hoping to find Linden soon, before she got distracted by something. Seeing that there were plenty of sparkly things around it was a very good possibility. She was amazed how many white haired people there were around here. She was looking for white haired and sharp features, and for a moment...there! There he was! Deidra waved her hands as she saw him at the bar.

" Linden!" She shouted excitedly over the crowd. The girl rushed through the people so that she could get to him. Deidra wrapped herself around him quickly, being so much shorter than he. Only a moment later she let go and laughed.

" You silly darling! Now you're twenty-one and you're going to drink as a job aren't you!" She giggled and twirled around for a moment. Oh, she was so happy to be in town at this moment.

" Linny, you know the others aren't coming right? Ren' and 'Ran are out of town on some trip or something. Jay and Ceri went back to the homeland with Mum and Da for a week or so. Something about on of the barn falling down. And Kierri is sick, crazy sick. So it's just us. Well, us and the other zillion other people here that we don't know." She had already caught that look in his eyes, as he looked around. Her big brother was searching for hot women..and maybe the occasional guy, since she knew that's where his proclivites tended to lean to. She didn't mind because her she was the same, except a little more open minded about it. Ah well. No use beatin about the merry go round about who's a spintry, a doxie or a honeylove eh? She questioned herself.

Already the girl was thinking of what elaborate stunts she could pull to make this evening interesting. Later on when Linden was good and in his cups she would be an evil little sister and make spiders crawl all over him or some such silly thing. For now though she had been working on a simulacrum, an exact copy of her self as an illusion. That would help in the acquisition of alcoholic beverages.

[Edward Scott]

Edward had received the invite via E-mail because Edward was being a grumpy moody male who felt like just doing nothing. Funny that this was being held on the very second day that he was supposed to be with his soon to be hubby or... not so soon to be hubby with how he'd messed things up to a very extreme nature. Edward gave a groan as he stared at the taxi waiting in front of his Uni. What would happen now? He'd need a job maybe? To help him pay for the rest of Uni if he was cut of which he surely would be. It wad Drew's cash that was paing for this life of his.

It was all Drew's doing. All of this.
"You getting in Pal?"
Yes, Yes, he was getting in but he was just trying to get his happy face on. So far he'd had no calls or E-mails from Drew for nearly a month. It was nearly the thirtieth and all he'd gotten was a confirmation from the airline that he had a ticket to go to see Drew and the family over Thanks Giving and then he'd met Malcolm.

Everything had crashed and burned once Malcolm had arrived in his life. It was strange how one person could have such an effect on your life. Edward moved to get into the back seat and the car moved.
"Where to?"
Edward didn't lift his eyes to meet those in the rearview. Edward knew where he wanted to go. He wanted to go to Basil. Some tea. Some talking. Some fun. Being a brother though, he knew that the very top priority for him right then was going to Linden's party and being a good sport about it.

"Club district."
He muttered but the driver heard well enough from the way the car began to take direction. The world flashed by and Edward watched with empty eyes as they did. He had two minutes to fix himself before the car rolled up and by the time they'd rolled up he was back to his warm cheery self, a front he so often had used in the past few days. Pretending. He was pretending. Edward was dressed in a black button down shirt with dark blue denims.

His hair was gell free which made it fall into his eyes nicely. He walked into the club with his usual confidence and glanced around searching for Linden. He didn't have a clue that Linden actually had a hot little younger sister or else he would have actually made more of an effort to find his friend.

[Braxton Carson]

"Hurry up damn it!" Braxton knocked on Ethan's door furiously for the third time. "Are you masturbating? We're late!" He knocked again just before placing his hand on the doorknob. It was hard to use his power on something he couldn't see, but six years of training allowed him to do it if he focused enough, which he did, managing to open the door from the inside. "Glee?" That darned tv-show Brax hated with all his guts was playing on his brother's room, probably being the reason why Ethan had been taking so long to get ready to go out. "Are you kidding me? Let's go. Fuck."

After Brax concluded Ethan was pretty much ready to go out, he dragged him out the door and towards the cab that had been waiting for them for some minutes now. After telling the cab to go to the Pilot's Ridge club district, Braxton took his Torch from his pocket, opened Blackberry Messenger and searched among the dozen open conversations for the one whose pic was that of the cleavage of certain blonde. On... my... way... swee-tits... He typed while biting his lip.

"Paola is so getting banged today, dude." He said to Ethan as he placed his cellphone back in his pocket. "Did you know she's Brazilian?" It was highly probable that Braxton didn't even know where Brazil was. "Moans in Spanish are so hot." No, he didn't know Brazilians speak Portuguese either. "Don't worry, she said she has a tall big black gay friend just for you."

Finally arriving at the club, Braxton threw the first bill he found in his wallet at the driver and pushed Ethan out the cab. After entering, he quickly started to look everywhere for his plastic-gifted friend, noticing first his fellow Kappa-Sig brother not far from the entrance.

"Ugh, why is that guy everywhere?" He whispered at Ethan before getting close enough to Edward for him to be withing audible distance. "Eddy!" He said without taking the time to come up with a fake smile as he continued looking for his blonde. "What's up, brother?!"

[Ethan White]

As much as Ethan likes watching Glee (particularly the parts where Santana appears and even sings), the boy would like to insist that he wasn’t watching that when Braxton barged in, nor was it the reason why he didn’t answer the door when the brat knocked.

It was on TV because the show Ethan was watching was already done (Walking Dead, just so everyone's clear) and he would've changed it, had he not been too preoccupied trying to think of a reason why all of his boxers suddenly shrank. Yes, all of them. Oh, and his two white ones are now a(n ugly) mix of pink and grey, while his red and black ones are have faded. Wonderful really.

Then he remembered who did his laundry this week. Braxton.

“Ever heard about privacy Carson?” he grumbled as the boy entered, thankful that he had a towel wrapped around his waist. True, Braxton’s back to being one of his closest (if not the closest) buds around, but some things just didn’t go back to the way they were. “And I wouldn’t have been taking this long if someone didn’t put too much hot water in the washing machine yesterday. Or separated my whites from the coloured ones. Or at least having the decency to fold my clothes so I wouldn’t have to dig for stuff.”

Seems you really can’t teach old dog new tricks.

With Braxton bugging him to go faster, Ethan had no choice but to just make do with what he has (he’s making a note to steal the boy’s credit card later and buy himself new boxers). It’s just one night; what can go wrong? “Paola? Didn’t you just bang her by the alleyway two nights ago? Braxton Carson going back with a girl. That’s a first. Does that mean you’re settling down now?” he laughed sarcastically, shaking his head and rolling his eyes as he shifted in his seat. No matter how he moves, they’re still too tight.

He chose to ignore Braxton’s gay-friend comment, and the few more that came after as the cab drove to Pilot Ridge’s club district. While he isn’t ashamed of his sexual orientation, there’s just something about the way Braxton says it that gets on his nerves. He was just about to wish for a way to get back at his best friend when Edward suddenly came in view.

“Isn’t it obvious? He’s stalking you,” he said with a smirk, whispering back to Brax so Edward wouldn’t hear, “He likes your ass. Practically stares at it every chance he gets. And I can’t blame him, your ass is fucking amazing.” He gave Braxton a wink and a slap on the butt. That should get the boy to shut his trap up.

The brunette waved his hand slightly when Edward came over, mischievous smirk still on his face. “Didn’t expect to see you here. You should’ve told us; we could’ve just gotten on the same cab.” Then the ride would’ve been a bit more bearable, he thinks.

[Linden McKay]

Linden wasn't expecting all that much of a group to hang out with. For sure, Dei would come, just because it was sort of serving as a get together for her birthday too. Which happened to be a few days after his. She was the only one he really expected though. Maybe one other guy who'd hung out with him at the University, but that was unlikely to say the least. And if Deidra was the only one showing up, well, he'd have to play babysitter and watch out for her sneaky little tricks that he had picked up on as she continued using them on him.

He wasn't stupid. He knew his little sister was capable of a lot of things and he knew he could catch her in the act. The girl was slightly predictable because he knew her so well. He was definitely closest with her, not that he didn't love his other siblings, but Deidra had grown on him. They'd spent the most time torturing each other growing up. She touched his lap top, he hid her ipod or caused a glitch in her phone, well after powers manifested of course. When her powers manifested, things started getting good.

Linden's eyes shot up when he heard a high pitched voice saying his name. He smiled as his littlest sister came bounding towards him. He laughed lightly and hugged her back when she caught hold of him. He let go and tried to catch all of what she was saying. The small girl knew how to talk, and she talked fast. "Yes, Dei, I know they aren't coming. Ren and Mom both emailed me. I swear they think a lot alike. Ceri, sent me a post card and I called to check in on Kierri today. Mom mentioned her being sick in the email. I was planning on heading over to see her in the near future, I just don't know when." He shrugged and leaned back against his seat.

"Oh and yes, I do intend on drinking as my job. Brews and Hard Liquor 101 is my favorite class at the Uni didn't you know," He laughed and rolled his eyes. "Hitting on Babes 202 is my second favorite, but it's close." He took another shot back and scoped around for any familiar faces.

Linden spotted a man that looked sort of familiar who seemed to be looking for someone. He smirked when he noticed who it was. Edward, the other complete flirt that went to school with Linden and was obsessed with metas. He was a good friend, they exchanged a few flirty comments every now and then. He was nice enough, just not exactly Linden's type. He went more for the model-looking type.

He waved once Edward looked towards them and motioned for him to come over. He hadn't noticed the other two boys though. Not yet at least.

[Deidra McKay]

Deidra totally had a pouty face for a moment for no particular reason other than sh could. But then she saw Edward and squeed hardcore. The girl loved seeing the other uni student, not just because he was a good friend of Lindens but because he was a pretty leet person. She could get away with murder around him as long as he kept Linden distracted. Although from what she had heard about lately through the gulf stream he had a distraction of his own. Of course, she wasn't going to ask him about that because it would be rude, and Deidra wasn't rude....

Right?

The little illusionist poked her brother a few times, hoping to annoy him already so she could escape and find some mischief to get into. Hopefully he wouldn't take a leaf out of Ceri's proverbial book, because Ceri had a tendency to literally tie Deidra to the heaviest object she could find. The girl rolled her eyes, ready to bounce off as her attention waned.