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[Ingrid looks amused. More of the happy-amused and not the I'm-going-to-troll-about-sex sort of amused that she normally shows.]

I'm a little surprised the forces that be would remember my birthday and actually care to send a gift. Don't I feel special?

[She holds up a badly scratched and scorched hourglass with her free hand.]

I can't do anything with it here, but damned if it doesn't bring back good memories. And I believe, when one's knocking on seventy, good memories are a wonderful way to chase off those age related blues. Though I suppose that philosophy would work better for someone who thought about getting older more negatively. I'm only disheartened by the fact this is the year my family and students would have gotten such a kick out of my age, and they're not around to make the joke. Hmm.

My ramblings aside, as of yesterday I'm sixty-nine and I find that to be a stellar occasion to get a drink. Would anyone care to join? There's something a little depressing about an old lady drinking alone to celebrate her birthday.

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Sixty-nine, ha ha ha. It's funny because it's a sex position.

That work for you?

C-. I understood the idea, but there was no heart in the execution.

Hey, a C- is still a fucking pass. I'll take it.

Such ambition!

That's me. Reach for the goddamn stars.

But, uh, happy birthday, I guess.

[chuckling] Thank you. The sentiment is appreciated.

No problem. I'd send you a card, but I don't even know your name.

Ingrid Barnes. And who is my well wisher?

Name's Lindsey. Lindsey Gair.

Happy late birthday. I pray for you to be blessed with a good fortune.

It was your birthday? Happy Belated Birthday, Ingrid! I'd be happy to join you for a drink.

Happy birthday, let's drink.

A pleasure to make your acquaintance.

Thank you. That's a lovely thing to say.

That's my kind of answer. Have a favorite bar?

Thank you, dear. I'd love to have you join.

The ones with alcohol.

Ha. I do like you.

Don't worry, you don't need to sweet-talk me into covering the check.

Oh? Well then let's not waste any time.

Name your place and time, I'll be there.

There's a little bar {insert directions here}. Give me half an hour and we can get started.

You got it.

You deserve such words and blessings, Ingrid.

See you there.

You think too highly of me.

[And right on time, Rider would be there in all her red-coated, loudmouthed, neon pink-haired glory.]

[Ingrid's already ordered a drink, which she lifts in greeting.]

What's your poison?

Rum, more often than not. But I'm not all that picky--I take what I can get whenever I can get it.

Rum it shall be. No use in giving you something you don't really want, eh?

[She flags down the bartender for Rider's drink]

I'm never one to turn down a drink no matter what it is.

You'll end up with something disgusting if you do that.

I hope my words do not offend you.

Just the opposite.

That is really wonderful to hear.

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