I'm a fighter

Let the record show that no one had asked Annie to throw anyone a birthday party, but that really hadn't stopped her from throwing the full weight of an Annie January effort into all of this.

The apartment was decorated fairly tastefully, she thought -- just because this was an unsolicited party didn't mean she wasn't keenly aware of who they were celebrating, here. So while there were streamers, they were a tasteful charcoal gray and silver combination. While there was glitter, it was black and vaguely iridescent. The napkins were printed in a tartan pattern that didn't exactly match Five's uniform, but the intent was clear. A banner carefully hung across one wall -- interestingly, also across a door that led into the guest room, since no one needed to go in there today -- that read HAPPY BIRTHDAY DIEGO & FIVE.

And, most importantly, there was a ton of food and drinks in the kitchen, not to mention the shots Summer was providing and the two -- yes, two -- cakes that Annie had ordered. (It hardly seemed fair to make them share, especially when this was the first time either of these guys had really celebrated his birthday at all.)

So: welcome to a birthday party for a man turning thirty, and his brother who was turning fourteen-slash-sixty-four. Probably the most normal birthday party you'll attend this year.