[TBB] nobody likes you when you’re twenty-three {open/PM}

He strutted as Jeremy did toward the birthday girl, circling her with his chest puffed out, as his friend and stripper in crime had said 'Seem's your the biggest offender in need of some magical justice~'. And that's when he did his best stripper rip away clothing move with a flourish, flashing a matching too-tight shirt with Emma's face on it and scandalously tight spandex shorts. He swung his hips round, waving his arms, and creating a general scene all in the name of Emma's birthday.

Danny didn't mind the attention one bit. But he was glad that Emma found it hilarious and he wrapped his arms around her, squeezing her in a hug, before setting her back, his hand on her shoulder. "Aren't they great?" Danny asked as he grinned and glanced down at his and Jere's matching shirts, Emma's smiling face plastered over the front of it. "We might make you one for the right price," he joked.

"Mate, could you imagine wearing these in our mugshots?" Danny asked with a howl of laughter. Then stood up straight, holding an imaginary sign as he deadpanned for the fake camera and then turned to the side for the profile photo before he stuck out his bum and started twerking it a bit. "Can you just imagine?" He sighed as if it were a dream and then glanced up at the pretty petite brunette who had mentioned free shots. "Shottssssss!" he sang out, pointing at her in appreciation and thanks. "Then a round on us! Courtesy of your favorite Aurors, 'course!" Danny announced, looping an arm around Jere's shoulder and hoping his friend had brought the money.

"Mugshots? hell, I'm never taking this thing off." Jeremy said with two thumbs pointed at himself as he finished dancing in circles around the birthday girl. Jeremy was smiling wildly, a laugh playing on his lips, as Danny wrapped Emma in a hug. He bowed a little, because they had just finished one hell of a performance, and then laughed again. "Happy Birthday Emma!" He said to her before whooping a little like he was cheering on the party.

Turning, Jeremy went back to where he had theatrically disrobed and bent over (forgetting, or not being even slightly embarrassed by what he was wearing) and started combing through the pockets of the cloak. When he found the crumpled yellow envelope, he returned to Emma to hand her a birthday card. He didn't have a lot of sickles, but there was a gift certificate to Honeydukes inside, and he hoped she would like it.  The magical card had a cat flying out of an exploding birthday cake with fireworks and flames.\

Jeremy loved birthday parties; there was always cake. And alcohol! Jeremy beamed when Danny brought up shots on them and didn't realize until they were halfway to the bar that Danny was expecting him to pay for them. Good thing he hadn't paid rent yet this month.

“Aren't they great?”

“They are,” she conceded to Danny, then grinned as his compatriot handed her a card. “Aw, thanks, you two!”

Emma never quite knew whether the proper etiquette in an environment like this was to open a card or gift in front of its giver, or to open it later in private. They boys seemed excited enough about it that she opted for the former – and let out a squeak of surprise as the thing practically exploded (albeit safely, so it seemed) when she opened it. The cat theme was a great touch; it even looked a bit like Rosie.

Once her heart rate had returned to normal and she realized what was actually inside the card, she beamed and thanked them again. She hadn’t expected any actual presents (merely the presence of friends), but she very much appreciated the thought.

“Then a round on us! Courtesy of your favorite Aurors, 'course!”

“Distributing magical justice and shots?” She put a hand to her chest in faux-disbelief. “What more could the wizarding world at large possibly want?”