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[eternal-boy.livejournal.com]

There's no bloodpudding with a candle in it, but Nick is at the bar. He looks... well, depressed is pretty standard for the last few months (and centuries, but who's counting?) with the exception of those times when friends lift his spirits for him, but Ivanhoe the rat has served him his usual and seems to be keeping something of an eye on him.

He doesn't have a book with him, not even one of his own. He's just people watching at the moment.

Do come by.

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[gone_byebye]

Let's assume that this happens sometime after the trip into Danny Fenton's world. It's a simple enough thing, right? Right.

Ray- the redheaded one, not the dark-haired fellow who normally haunts the premises- taps the bar lightly nearby. "Listen, I know it's a lot to ask, but you don't by any chance have Chocolate Frosted Sugar Bombs around here, do you? They discontinued them in-"

The Bar produces a bowl thereof.

"Oh, great! Thank you, Bar!"

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And Nick smiles before shaking his head.

"That sort of stuff will kill you, you know."

It's what Natalie would have said. He misses her.

[gone_byebye]

"That's what the Center for Science in the Public Interest said," Ray says cheerfully. "The people who don't want anybody eating fettucine alfredo, Chinese chicken salad, or anything else that tastes really good. I'll take my chances."

He smiles, and sticks out a hand for the shaking. "My name's Ray Stantz."

[eternal-boy.livejournal.com]

He holds out his hands, still not quite used to them. He'd been a vampire for eight hundred years, but he hadn't been this kind of vampire. The glassy fingernails and the thin, paler-than-he's-used-to-even skin freak him out.

"Nick Knight.

[gone_byebye]

Ray is- how do we put this nicely?- just the tiiiiiiniest bit oblivious. He shakes the hand with a grin. "Good to meet you, Mr. Knight. Say, you're not related to the Foundation of that name, are you? There's a version of me around here somewhere who's got a lot of friends in that organization."


Yes, he said 'a version of me'. Smart man, but certain variations on his basic theme have even less common sense thant he others. If that's possible.

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He shakes his head.

"No, but I know some of the people involved with it."

There's a smile there as he remembers that trip. Amazing how being a car had been one of the better experiences in his life.

"Kitt's an old friend, though I've seen him little the last few months. I do have a Foundation in my home universe, which does charity... but it's under a different name."

[gone_byebye]

"Cool," Ray says. "I'm afraid I don't know them very well myself, but I know of them, so I figured I'd ask. Where're you from? Geographically speaking, I mean."

The chocolate cereal cannot be doing anything good to this man's level of coherence.

[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

Perhaps not shockingly, David knows it's Nick's birthday.

Perhaps a little shockingly, he never prepared anything. Doesn't mean he doesn't have anything. Of course he has a gift for him.

He could even have several. Just not hidden on his person.

He does, however, approach Nick to wrap arms around his shoulders and press a kiss to his temple.

"Feliz aniversario, Nick."

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He raises an eyebrow at David.

"Portugese?"

Sometimes the languages mix in his head, so he can never be sure. Just because you remember everything, doesn't mean it's all organized.

And innocence. What? Him? Birthday? Not a word.

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He nods.

"Apparently so."

It's one of the few foreign languages he's fluent in. Ignoring snippets, of course.

"Am I wrong? I do hope I haven't brought gifts on the wrong day."

[eternal-boy.livejournal.com]

"Gifts? What?"

And he smiles up at David and shakes his head.

"No. I get older by another year today. You've got it right."

[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

"Gifts. The giving of something from one person to another on a special day."

He taps Nick's forehead with a finger.

"You're getting forgetful in your old age."

But he's smiling softly.

"However, I do have gifts. Or, with me, gift, singular. If you'd like it."

[eternal-boy.livejournal.com]

"I'm not that old."

But he does lean against David.

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"You're even more complicated than I am when it comes to age, dear," he says, arms leaving Nick for a second to pull a box from his pocket, securing something around Nick's throat before wrapping arms around him again. "But I suppose, we could always just say you look a lot better than I do for your age."

[bob_the_skull]

*pop*

There's suddenly a skull onna bar beside a Nick.

"Stupid blasted wizard..."

[eternal-boy.livejournal.com]

Blink.

"What're you doing here?"

[bob_the_skull]

"That's what I'd like to know. I didn't know he could send me here without actually BEING at the apartment."

[eternal-boy.livejournal.com]

"Did you do something for him to send you here?"

[bob_the_skull]

"No. I was asleep on my shelf and suddenly I was here on the bar."

The eyelights flicker.

"And Harry is already here. Thought I'd be gettin' a good day's sleep since he was gone, but nooooooo."

[almost-arabian.livejournal.com]

Lawrence's mun is going to say that if Lawrence was told by Nick when he's birthday is, he'll know.

If he doesn't, he walks over to Nick anyway and takes a seat next to the vampire, patting his shoulder. "Hello, NIck."

[eternal-boy.livejournal.com]

He chuckles and smiles at Lawrence.

"Hello."

[almost-arabian.livejournal.com]

He nudges Nick lightly with his elbow.

Do ignore the large bruise taking up the right side of his face. "You look a tad down."

[eternal-boy.livejournal.com]

"You look a tad," and he notices the bruise, "as if someone might die in the next few hours."

He looks to Lawrence.

"Who."

[almost-arabian.livejournal.com]

Lawrence laughs.

"Someone who had every right to hit me? No, I don't think that would be productive."

See how he's not giving a name? He licks his lower lip. "I'd rather you not kill them."

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And he blinks at what he hadn't even realized had come out of his mouth.

"Well... yes. I didn't. That is..."

And he ducks his head, his hand reaching out. A moment with his eyes closed, a tiny bit of mental force and a faint warmth... and the bruise is gone.