She had stumbled back into her flat around four o'clock in the morning, a glittery 2014 headband tucked into her curls and her shoes in her hand. She had nearly forgotten the lot of them had been at her place before shuffling to the club and spent the majority of the next hour getting the place clean again.
She couldn't possibly sleep with shot glasses and sticky spills littering her counters.
By then, the sun was already rising and Jemma couldn't find it in her to go to sleep. She was still wired, working on a third or fourth wind at this point. So, she settled into more comfortable clothing, plopped on the couch and started filling out the permits for Kingsley's first big fundraising event.
Of course, then, she passed right out, head resting on the arm of her couch. She awoke a few hours later to a tapping on her window.
Drew's letting brought a grin to her face and actually reminded her that it was, in fact, her twenty-fifth birthday.
Drew had been lounging on his couch, flipping through classic muggle reruns to pass the time. The best thing about the holidays were paid vacation days.
He had spent the beginning of his night at a local club with his bandmates, working a coveted gig spot that went much better than expected. Their usual crowd had turned up and it seemed like they had drawn a few new faces as well. It was a pretty wicked way to start off the new year with a round of free drinks and a few pats on the back for a job well done.
That morning he had woken up with one thing on his mind, however.
It was Jemma's birthday.
Jemma,
Good to know your work even bores you sometimes. There might be hope for you yet.
I spent the new year at a gig - no complaints.
Did you forget to celebrate your birthday all together? You at least need a drink (if you're not too hungover that is.)
She laughed, her eyes scanning his words as she leaned back into the couch. After she sent off her reply, she had managed to wash her face, brush her teeth and make herself a fresh pot of tea. It wasn't entirely how she should be spending her afternoon but it was enough.
Drew,
Not bored- just incredibly overtired. It was... a late night. Which I assume you had as well- a gig sounds like fun! I still have to come and see you play, you know.
I might have... perhaps thought it was tomorrow. You know, having trouble of keeping track of dates these days.
A smile tugged at his lips when he saw the owl return with another letter for him. He found himself looking forward to reading Jemma's reply more than he had realized.
Jemma,
The gig was fun - but a lot more low key than your night probably was.
You never stop surprising me. Confusing your birthday? You know, I have half a mind to come over there right now and force you to celebrate.
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She couldn't possibly sleep with shot glasses and sticky spills littering her counters.
By then, the sun was already rising and Jemma couldn't find it in her to go to sleep. She was still wired, working on a third or fourth wind at this point. So, she settled into more comfortable clothing, plopped on the couch and started filling out the permits for Kingsley's first big fundraising event.
Of course, then, she passed right out, head resting on the arm of her couch. She awoke a few hours later to a tapping on her window.
Drew's letting brought a grin to her face and actually reminded her that it was, in fact, her twenty-fifth birthday.
Drew ( ... )
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He had spent the beginning of his night at a local club with his bandmates, working a coveted gig spot that went much better than expected. Their usual crowd had turned up and it seemed like they had drawn a few new faces as well. It was a pretty wicked way to start off the new year with a round of free drinks and a few pats on the back for a job well done.
That morning he had woken up with one thing on his mind, however.
It was Jemma's birthday.
Jemma,
Good to know your work even bores you sometimes. There might be hope for you yet.
I spent the new year at a gig - no complaints.
Did you forget to celebrate your birthday all together? You at least need a drink (if you're not too hungover that is.)
Drew
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Drew,
Not bored- just incredibly overtired. It was... a late night. Which I assume you had as well- a gig sounds like fun! I still have to come and see you play, you know.
I might have... perhaps thought it was tomorrow. You know, having trouble of keeping track of dates these days.
-J
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Jemma,
The gig was fun - but a lot more low key than your night probably was.
You never stop surprising me. Confusing your birthday? You know, I have half a mind to come over there right now and force you to celebrate.
- Drew
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