[6/20 - for Newt] Happy Birthday

This was the second birthday they had to celebrate together since they'd been in Darrow. Kavinsky was excited for it, as he'd been last year. But this year, things were shifted: they were married, and it was just the two of them. Kavinsky didn't think this year was one for a big party, like their little garden party last year for Newt's eighteenth birthday. But it was a birthday nonetheless, and Kavinsky did have an idea of what he wanted to do.

The morning had gone as any other morning. They woke, Kavinsky made tea and breakfast, and went about their days because it was a weekday. But, as the day went on, Kavinsky's thoughts on what to do to celebrate Newt's birthday just kept percolating.

He got home before Newt. He showered, and dressed, and it was an affectual thing: dark jeans torn at the knees, a clinging t-shirt, hair styled into an artful tussle and a snap-back settled neatly on top. He sent a text to Newt, telling him that when he got home he ought to dress nice for going to a club, and then gave him the address.

Kavinsky hadn't been to Obsidian since Jack's birthday. He didn't think about that right now. When he arrived, he texted Newt again, telling him he'd be waiting inside.