[At the tap to his shoulder, Cain is quick to whirl around still high and buoyant on the adrenaline. It isn't the first time Billy's seen him like this: a little sweaty, windswept with energy, decently intoxicated, a natural in bright lights and thrumming bass. And the first thing he does upon recognizing Billy is impulsive. Arms sweep him up in a crushing hug, powerful enough to pull Billy up on his toes with a broad grin.
What can he say? Billy makes him feel like the hugging type. Plus, it's his birthday, and even he hates that a rich brat is throwing him a party in a display of disgusting wealth, he's drunk enough to look past it at the moment.]
Hey yourself! [Loud to be heard over the music, Cain mercifully releases him, although the smug and cheeky grin remains fixed on his lips.] Where's my birthday present?
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What can he say? Billy makes him feel like the hugging type. Plus, it's his birthday, and even he hates that a rich brat is throwing him a party in a display of disgusting wealth, he's drunk enough to look past it at the moment.]
Hey yourself! [Loud to be heard over the music, Cain mercifully releases him, although the smug and cheeky grin remains fixed on his lips.] Where's my birthday present?