We gonna come together, we gonna celebrate

[chiefdefense]

Who: Diego Armando and his closest friends (please add tags as necessary!)
When: 08/15
Where: Starting out at Casa Del Lawyer and moving on to a nice restaurant in the early evening.
Summary: It's Diego's 36th birthday, and so there will be cake.
Warnings: None that I can think of.

[Diego's birthday.

In the morning, a cozy breakfast at home with Jake and Mia and birthday presents.

In the evening, and with a little sneaky planning in collaboration with Jake and after a miserable week getting over the loss of Maya (and Phoenix), Mia has gathered some of Diego's nearest and dearest friends for an early evening for dinner from 5.45 until 8.00 at a fancy Italian restaurant, where an unsuspecting birthday boy will be brought for his surprise party by his well meaning and devious housemates.

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Morning; Casa Del Lawyer. Breakfast and presents.

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[cowboycop]

[Jake is sitting there at the breakfast table in his usual early morning fashion - he has to get up at this hour for his detective job, anyway - though today he has off, so he's taken the time to make breakfast for everyone. Toast, eggs, pancakes, sausage, breakfast potatoes - the whole shebang. And of course, he's sitting there with a plate piled with food, with Tabasco sauce on practically everything but the flapjacks.

On the floor next to him is a large gift, wrapped in cowboy-themed wrapping paper (with little cowboy hats, boots, lassos, and guns, so Diego knows exactly who it's from). Now he's just waiting for the two of them to come and have breakfast with him.]

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[Mia's usually up the latest seeing as she keeps civilised business hours and has healthier sleeping habits than her bedfellow (probably owed to there being much less caffeine in her system than Diego's she imagines), but this morning she pads into the kitchen bright and early, still her nightwear of an over sized t-shirt and pajama pants and looking decidedly rumpled. She bites back a yawn and stoops to greet Mir as he weaves around her legs. Picking the cat up, it takes her a few moments to take in the feast that's spread out over the table.]

Did you cook everything we had in the fridge?

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[Jake still isn't quite used to seeing Mia in anything but her professional wear - after all, the only times he'd seen her had been in court - but he was slowly getting used to having her around the apartment. He grins up at her, reaching toward her to scratch behind Mir's ears a bit.]

Naw, ain't even close t'everythin', but we are almost outta eggs, now. I put 'em on the list. Got us some milk and orange juice, too - though I reckon you an' I are the only ones who'll drink it. Just thought makin' breakfast fer alla us... well, it'd be a nice surprise fer Diego, is all.

[And yes, he's already made a pot of coffee. In the simple coffee maker. If Jake touched any one of the espresso machines, Diego would strangle him. He wasn't allowed to touch many of the electronics in the house, what with his bad luck.]

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[The cat is purring happily as he leans his head into the attention and Mia skritches him on the shoulders.]

Orange juice sounds good to me, this looks really great Jake. I'm sure his lordship will love it when he graces us with his presence.

[She puts Mir down and heads to the spot where she'd hidden the small stash of presents she'd gift-wrapped the the night before. It's more than one- there's a small package labelled 'To Daddy, love Mir' containing some tasteful socks- as well as six identically wrapped gifts from Mia. After retrieving them, she returns to the table and sets them down at Diego's place before she addresses Jake in a low voice.]

I'll pick up the cake at lunch time and get it to the restaurant early, everything's a go.

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[Jake gets along fine with Mir - as long as his leather chaps don't become used as scratching posts. So he's more than happy to keep rubbing behind his ears and on his neck.]

Thank ya kindly. I hope Diego'll like it, too.

[Then he gets back to eating. Mia can practically smell the Tabasco sauce all over his food from there. But, when Mia begins bringing over her gifts, Jake raises a bit of an eyebrow. Damn. How is he supposed to live up to that? Well, making breakfast for Diego, along with his gift, along with dinner makes Jake feel a little better about not getting him so much in the way of presents.

He nods as she mentions the cake, speaking a bit lower himself.]

An' everyone's a'comin'? You got the reservations an' all that? I tell ya, it's the best Italian place on the whole island.

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[Mia takes her seat and pours herself a glass of orange juice. Maybe the presents are overkill, but she made a promise to herself that she was going to make up for as much lost time as she could, and that included lost birthdays and presents.]

Everything's taken care of, I talked to the kitchen and they know what time we're coming so they'll already be working on everyone's orders when we get there so we don't have to worry about rushing to make it home before dark. All we need to do is make sure we're on time.

[She reaches for some flapjacks and eyes the Tabasco sauce warily, and when she speaks her voice is at its normal volume.]

I don't think I'll ever understand how you can handle that much hot sauce this early in the morning.

[beenwaitinglong]

[You've got to get up pretty early in the morning to surprise Diego Armando. Like, 3 AM early. So imagine his surprise when he wakes up at his usual time of 4 and hears other noises in the kitchen, aside from the smell of his usual morning pot(s) of coffee.

He wakes up, puts on a robe and his visor, then wanders blearily out into the kitchen, surprised to see both Jake and Mia awake already.]

Ha...! And here I didn't even mention my birthday this year.

[cowboycop]

Well I do declare. You've got everythin' all figgered out, ain't'cha? That's the gal I know.

[He shrugs it off as she mentions the Tabasco.] Fulla flavor. I like spicy. An' it puts me on alert more'n coffee does. Reckon a cop oughta be alert fer his job.

[Jake grins as he sees the man of the hour... er... day.]

I reckon that makes the two of us sharp as tacks fer rememberin', don't it? Happy birthday, amigo. [It's then that he motions to the breakfast.] Help yerself, we got plenty.

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[Mia responds to Jake's praise with a small, grateful smile before she takes a sip of her juice. She doesn't say anything about the Tabasco, because to her mind that just doesn't make any sense and it's too early to try and pick holes in people's breakfast habits.

Diego makes his appearance and Mia shoots him a big smile.]

What kind of people do you take us for? Of course we'd remember.

[She gets up to greet him properly with a quick kiss on the cheek.]

Happy Birthday.

[beenwaitinglong]

[Despite himself, he's smiling, and he grips Mia's hand as he turns into the kiss. Even with the visor in the way, it's easy to tell Diego's genuine smiles from his cynical put-upon ones.]

Thank you. It looks great.

[Then he cracks another smile at Jake.]

No over-the-hill candles?

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[cowboycop]

Woah, Nelly. You settle down there, pardner, even I ain't that old yet. What d'ya take me fer, some kinda old geezer?

[Of course, Diego is technically older because of time shenanigans. But he's still the older one in his mind, dammit!]

[chiefdefense]

The pair of you are being ridiculous, you're not over the hill until you're at least forty, and even when that happens I don't see either of you doddering about like geriatrics until you're at least eighty.

[She gives Diego's hand a little squeeze back before leading him to the table.]

Now what do you want to start with, breakfast, presents or the blatantly obvious answer?

[beenwaitinglong]

[He laughs, sitting down at the table. He's a little flustered but it's apparent he's pleasantly surprised.]

Can't we do it all at once?

[cowboycop]

I'm liking the way that sounds, amigo.

[Jake grins, motioning to the presents and the food.]

Well, come on, git to it, birthday boy. It ain't gonna be yer birthday forever.

[chiefdefense]

And I'll handle the coffee.

[She's heading over to the pot and pouring it straight for Diego, and adding a lot of milk to hers. She'll be criticized for her flagrant disrespect to the beans later, but she also plans to try and get a few more hours of sleep after breakfast is done and she can't do that while buzzed on coffee.

She puts the cups down, casually drapes her arms over Diego's shoulders from her place behind him, and then looks at Jake.]

Do you need a top up, Jake?

Evening; Italian restaurant. Guests arrival and initial mingling

[chiefdefense]

Evening; Italian restaurant, 6pm. Arrival of the man of the hour.

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Evening; Italian restaurant. Party proper.

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Goodbyes.

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