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“We have a problem!” Nick announces dramatically as he enters the house and shuts the door loudly.
The gang looks up from the film they were just enjoying (NOT).
“Babe, what’s gotten into you?” Charlie asks and gets up.
“The discord?” Nick replies exasperatedly. “Birthdays? Tar and Doozy ON THE SAME FUCKING DAY?”
Charlie’s face falls. “Oh.”
“Yeah, very much ‘oh’!” Nick glares at him.
“But — the party!” Charlie shrieks.
“For WHOM?” Nick shoots back.
“What do you mean, for whom? For Doozy! Great with commas!”
“Char, your point being?”
“I need my comma royalty, who else is gonna save my arse?”
“But Tar is so sweet —”
“Your point, Nelson?? So is Doozy!”
“Bloody hell, what a mess!”
“Erm — guys?” Darcy tries to interject, but Nick and Charlie are on a roll.
“Tar writes all these fantastic drabbles about us!”
“Nick, I know you would love for me to have tentacles, but let’s focus here!”
“Guys?” Darcy tries again.
“Oh my god, Char! Not everything’s about sex!”
“As if,” Tao mutters, rolling his eyes.
“Can’t you just - I don’t know - fix this mess?” Charlie demands aggressively.
“And how exactly would you like me to do that, Char? Go back in time and shove one of the babies back in?”
“GUYS!” Darcy bellows.
Nick and Charlie glare at them. “What?” they both bellow back.
“Jesus, just have one party for both, you idiots!”
The room falls silent. Nick and Charlie stare at Darcy for a moment, then at each other.
“I mean, that could work?” Charlie says tentatively and shrugs.
“You mean like, merge the two?” Nick asks lamely.
Darcy rolls their eyes. “If someone knows all about merging, it’s you two.”