Cashes birthday was something that he didn’t like celebrating, he would celebrate it sometimes but not often enough for it to count.

Today was his 25th, he hadn’t made a big deal about it, going about his day normally as per-usual. Making jokes, working, etc.

You, however, had remembered because he told you once and you never forgot it.

You found him conversing with Gaz, his arms folded

you came up behind him and smacked a party hat on his head

“Happy birthday asshole”