2020-05-20 - How To Start Your Birthday

As he said, typed, before. Everett awoke here. From sleeping on the living room sofa. And the moment he does, the first words out of his mouth, when he recovers his senses is an expletive. The second is a shout while he leans back and pulls his cell phone from his pocket and starts to send a text.

"KIKI! You ok?" he harps, lifting his head a little in order to ask the question but not taking his eyes off his phone.

A few seconds go by and then her door opens, "Yeah...I scraped my knee up when I fell dodging that root," She fell doding a root? It was kind of chaotic. "I'm gonna clean it real quick. That place was filthy!" The sound of footsteps upstairs. They don't immediately come downstairs. Instead they pad quickly, almost running, to the bathroom. The sound of water running. And then five minutes later the sound of feet coming down stairs. Kailey is wrapped in her pink robe and hugging herself. She's brushed her hair as well as tending to her cuts.

Sending his message, Everett slides to the edge of the sofa and then stands before he stuffs the phone into his pocket, not checking if it's answered or not -- that's what the rude little buzz is for. Turning around and looking into the kitchen, his eyes widen at the state of it.

Dishes piled. Ingredients everywhere. Flour on the counter-top. The oven's lights on, but at least there isn't a plume of smoke coiling up from it. He lifts his gaze to the large celebratory banner. Where the fuck does he start? "Uhhh," Everett replies hesitantly, "Ok." That's right, it's coming back to him now. Vaulting over the sofa, Everett crashes into the kitchen and picks up the glass he had been drinking from and smells it. Quickly pulling away like the drink threw the first punch, Everett tosses it down the sink, where it might chew through the copper piping. Then the bottles he had been drinking from; with a clatter, those are shoved where the pans go, in the draw under where they currently sit.

He's quick, but not too quick, caught throwing three cake pans into the dishwasher at the same time when she comes down. He pauses, looking at her like he's been caught red-handed. "Uh. Happy Birthday?"

Kailey arrives into the kitchen to the clatter and crash of Everett's frenzied movements. A brow quirks up and she blinks before surprise washes over her. "OH! It is my birthday isn't it?" She says as a smile blossoms. "I...heh...I forget if someone isn't around to celebrate with me." She crosses the distance between them. She goes up on tiptoes to give him a kiss before sniffing. Heels hit the floor and she looks around, "Did you burn something...or..." Another delicate little sniff and she leans in to sniff at his shirt. "Aha. Whiskey?" She's still smiling, so apparently not upset.

"I might have?" he sounds as uncertain as it seems, his brows raised and knotted together. At the mention of something burnt, Everett gives the oven a look, and turns off the light. "No. I think. Don't look in the fridge though. I don't remember, but I got a few things," he lifts his gaze towards the banner, then points to it, to draw her attention there before he slides over to block the fridge with his body. His brows frown with lack of clarity, "I might have been baking while drinking? I don't remember much. But. I do have a plan for something to do with you." His voice softens, brows rise, and wiggle suggestively.

Kailey's head turns to the banner that she did, indeed, totally miss. The smile grows and a flash of teeth when she looks back at him. "Really?" It's not a question that needs an answer. But the higher tone indicates her glee as much as the smile. Even as he guards the fridge she moves over to give him a kiss. It lasts only a few seconds before Kailey once more is leaning back.

Tender and lovingly does she look at him. Reaching up to stroke his cheek with the back of her hand. "Thank you. Though...if I can't get in the fridge does that mean you're taking me our for breakfast?"

"Really," he replies, answer required or not. The second time she comes in for a kiss, his large paws grab the pink labels to pull her in, and hold her there while he returns the affection, his breath fresh of cigarette smoke. That lower lip, his favorite feature, when his head tilts, the big ape suckles on it before slipping his right hand inside the bathrobe first, and then the left. When the quick kiss is broken, he murmurs under his breath, "No. Thank you."

"Whatever you want, Kitten. Today is your day. But I do have a plan and we are going at it pretty late. Interestingly enough, I was going to rent out the art gallery, but Devlin's cousin never returned my call, so. I hope you don't mind plan B." Everett looks down to spy the skin his arms bare when he puts them inside her robe, "I have a spot on a cliff with a view picked out. I have your present in the car already." He pauses, and looks up, then looks back down at her uncertain, "I think I do. Uh. I'm all ready for your birthday. Your special day."

Kailey's eyes are suddenly watery and she is biting that lower lip he loves so much. There's a little sniff before a tear slides down her cheek. Quickly she moves to dash it away, giving an embarassed chuckle. "Sorry. I...no one has ever really made a big deal about my birthday. I mean, my foster places had a cupcake or cake. Maybe a present? But...a party? I think I had one..." Her voice is shakey as she speaks. "Okay. I...yeah, let's go get waffles and bacon and...then you can show me all you have planned!" A few more tears fall, but she is smiling. "But...can you get me some orange juice first?"

The sight of a tear causes Everett to look sympathetic and sorrowful. "Hey. Hey, hey." His right hand slides out so he can use his thumb to wipe the tear away, but she gets it herself. "No, woman. Don't cry," his voice rising before he puts his hand back inside, both hands wrapping around her otherwise slender body, to hold her gently to him. While she continues, he looks down, looking into the open robe, finally looking up near the end and nodding. "Well," his green eyes shift sideways, "It's a small party. Intimate. But I hope that's not disappointing either." His eyes glance back down again before he clears his throat, "One orange juice. Got you."

His hands slip free before he turns around, and opens the fridge. Just a crack. He looks over his shoulder to make sure she's not peeking, and then fumbles inside to pull the OJ out, and closes the door and goes over to the cup cupboard to pour the one glass and offer it to her.

Kailey nuzzles against Everett's chest as she spoke. Leaving his shirt just a little damp when she does lean back. The robe finally falls open and as his hands had told him, pajamas. But different ones to what she was wearing before. This is just a sleep shirt that normally would fall to just past her knees. With belly? It falls to mid-thigh.

As she moves around the little island and settles onto a stool she gives a soft grunt. Stupid knee. And there is no peeking either. When he offers the glass she isn't crying anymore. "It's great. It's wonderful. Just...kinda hit me. I doubt I could be disappointed. Even if my welcome to being 22 was, you know, a run through crazy-land and..." Her nose wrinkles and she shudders, "Bats."

She takes a long drink from the cup. Not quite draining it. "Mmmm...okay. Shower first, then food?" And she crooks a finger, sets the almost empty glass down, and begins to walk backwards. Suggestive smile? Check. Wink? Check. Lip bite? CHeeeeeeck.

While she moves around the Kitchen island, Everett puts the glass down where she's going to be, and then goes to put the orange juice ba-- a pause to make sure she's not going to look. Suspicious, narrowed eyes. A widened smile as he determines she's likely not to be able to see from there gives him the freedom to open the refrigerator door wider. Wide enough for him to put the OJ back and get a glimpse of what he did.

From behind, since that's where she is, his head tilt is curious. The pause, holding the door open, even more so. And then there's the comment. "Oh. No," spoken like the bottom has just fallen out of his perfect plan. He closes the door and doesn't turn around right away. When he does, he looks to the side, to her, to the other side. To her. "Ahh. And then a bakery?" The crooked finger, the smile, he's a little slow; thinking about something else instead. Maybe something behind him. The bitten lip though, he answers with a throaty sound of interest. He points at himself while he smiles. It's two steps, before he's pulling his leather jacket off and dropping the heavy thing on the kitchen floor. "Get upstairs, before we break a rule, right here on the stairs." And then. He barks. Barks and stomps his foot, like he's initiating play.

And he is. Oh. He is.