bernard's birthday party

Lilly did not want to get up early. The tequila she had last night did not want her to get up early either. However, she has trouble to get into so she's down at the bar early. She orders a carafe of coffee and spends some time chatting with bar. Eventually, she walks away with the key to a private room, among other things.

It's a few hours later now, and an immense amount of coffee has been consumed, and the room has been transformed. There are empty tequila bottles acting as vases for bouquets of purple and blue and in concession to Bernard's taste, black balloons. There are streamers made from exotic labels off of strange and occasionally familiar bottles of alcohol. There are comfy chairs scattered around for conversation and hiding behind once Bernard arrives. There's music all ready, Bob Dylan and the White Stripes and a few other things she thinks he might like. There is a neon-bright sign across the back of the room reading HAPPY BIRTHDAY BERNARD!" There's also a table with a lone, flamboyantly wrapped package on it with a tag reading "To Bernard, Happy Birthday, Love Lilly, P.S. Please To Be Not Killing Me Before Opening."

Now all she needs are guests.