Larry is currently sitting on the couch, smoking a cigarette as his friends walk in and out partying. Hank was out on the balcony watching him from a distance. He can’t help but riles his eyes. He could feel his gaze digging into the back of his head as he talks to Donald.

There was a knock at the door, and they all assumed it was either Harold or Alan. Michael goes to the door, opening it to a man in a tight red shirt and a cowboy hat. The boy sings Happy Birthday awkwardly to Michael and then surprisingly kisses him.

They all laugh, Larry standing up. Michael hits the man’s arm and Emory yells at him, yelling at him at how it was Harold’s birthday, not Michael.

“What’s your note say?” Larry asked leaning forward to read the tag attached to the cowboy’s wrists.