Birthday Hawk (backdated to 6/1)
Well Rex was still pissed and Mom and Dad were not only still in Egypt but they hadn't even called.  Yay for birthday.  Granted the day wasn't over.  It was only noon, but the fact that Rex had grumbled at her when she tried to communicate with him earlier (and yes, fish for presents) wasn't promising.  She did have some money in her purse so she could, in theory go buy her own presents and cake but Rex had also just gone short of equipping her with a tracking device and after the level of Not Happy he'd been after the whole not coming home-going out then making out with Mickey-finding unconscious guy on the floor situation, she didn't want to push her luck.

And there wasn't even beer in the fridge.

"Stupid fucking birthday," she grumbled before pitching herself onto the couch face first, turning on Cartoon Network before burying her face in the cushions.  This was what sucked about having a summer birthday: parents always gone, brother always busy or annoyed because warm weather and feathers do not mix, school out so no friends.  Nicolette chucked her cell phone to the other side of the room.  It wasn't gonna ring anyway.  "Stupid, stupid fucking birthday."