dylus: oh god lance, why did you--?
lance: cuz it's your 27th birthday?
lance cheeks burned as he feel
more embrassed by the hour...
dylus: lance, didn't we agree not to ever celebrate my birthday? everyone of them is a huge disa--
lance: i
know, but a present never goes astray does it? and it's not everyday you turn 27...
lance: besides...it took me forever to track down this wine... it was bottled the year when we met...
lance
grinned inwardly. he felt so ever proud when he was able to track down a twenty year old bottle of wine...
dylus: oh geez...you know i can never open it...
lance: yeah... but the sentimental--
dylus: oy... you will reduce me to a messy puddle of gloo one day...
lance: heh, i highly doubt it...
dylus:
oh look who's pessimistic now!
lance: the kettle is calling the pot black...
dylus: ah well...um...
lance: oh sir...your father wants to see you today...
dylus: oh right...
that...
lance: do you
want me to come with you sir?
dylus: yes...and don't you pull out at the last minute...
lance: i never do...
dylus:...thanks lance...
