Time Has No Meaning

[before_the_city]

I'm sixteen now.

Give me presents please.

I'm working at the body shop on Crestwood. A couple weeks of that, and I can get my bike up and running.

((Whoops, heh, forgot that Teeny!Claire doesn't have Claire's screwed-up timeline issues...))

Comments

[lens_reflex]

Happy birthday, Claire! What sort of things do you want? I'm really bad at picking out stuff....

[before_the_city]

Hey, Henry.

Thanks. Um... sparkplugs? Or iTunes gift cards.

[lens_reflex]

[sends $25 worth of iTunes gift moneys to her account, with the note: "Happy 16th, Claire! I hope it's a good one. Lemmee know what songs you get, okay? -Henry"]

All righty! :D Hey, how've you been doing? I know I kinda disappeared for awhile there, sorry. How's work and stuff?

[before_the_city]

[Claire gets "No Sugar Tonight," David Bowie and Queen doing "Under Pressure," Golden Earring's "Radar Love," the Yardbirds, a rare Beatles B-side, two Sex Pistols tracks...]

It's okay. I like the work, and it's pretty good money.

What're you doing? You graduated and all... oh, dude, congratulations.

[Claire silently congratulates herself on not being awkward around Henry.]