#cockroach will eat that whole cake cartoon style before they get a slice

[wraithsoutlaws]

The day passed in blood, liquor and black lace. Not so unlike the others. He expected the debauchery, the violence. The symphony of gunfire. An NCPD Enforcer set ablaze beneath the neon sky, the sound of it's burning only deafened by their laughter. But he did not expect the cake. He couldn't remember the last time he had had one. Sometime long before. Before he was this. Before the callouses and the scars. He could hardly even picture it now—delicate hands ripped away from the flame of a birthday candle. Another life, one that no longer belonged to him. He plucked a chocolate frosted cigarette and placed it between his lips. An attempt to hide his smile. "You make this all by yourself?" "Fuck no. Klepped it from some fucking kid." "Smokes too?" "Took 'em from your glove box." "Fuckin' devil." "Happy birthday, Dag." The words rang sweet as the cigarette tasted. Like none he had had before.