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Time: August 15th, 2000
Place: The bar
Status: Everyone except Adam
Summary: Pretty decorations...



Fuschia?

Well, that wasn't the primary color they had hoped for. Pepper sighed atop the ladder and fastened another corner with the staple gun. She was trying to go as fast as she could, but with how she had to keep moving the ladder every few staples, it was going slower than she'd hoped.

She'd seen what Wensley had prepared, though. It was gorgeous and likely delicious enough for everyone to end up wishing that he'd made another. He'd had to smack her hand away from it to keep her from trying any. Old habits died harder for Them.

She looked down at Wensley, grumbling, "Is this really all we could come up with? Looks like the decorations for that Princess Bash you had to babysit for at the Dawson's a few years back." Okay, it wasn't that bad. They'd managed a little blue and green in certain places. And it was decidedly lacking in screaming ten-year-olds in cheap lipstick and rouge. But, really.

She leaned back on the ladder, glancing out to where John and Azirphale (she was so proud of herself for finally figuring out how to pronounce his name right) stood. "How much time do you think we have out there?" she shout-whispered to them. "Roughly?"

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"Wensley, a few minutes!" he heard Pepper half-cry, half-whisper as he re-entered the bar, laden with bowls full of different flavours of potato crisps. Laying them neatly on the bar, he walked over to the ladder.

"What else needs to be done, Pep?" he asked, holding on to the other side of the ladder.

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Pepper looked around frantically, trying to determine where the voice was coming from. As a result, she almost pitched herself right off the ladder again, but luckily Wensley was holding it. She shot him a grateful look, put one last staple in the wall and came down the ladder.

"Well, I sent Brenda to see if we had plastic cups to use, but I'm not sure about the rest of the food set up. I figured you'd know what to do." She scratched the back of her neck before spotting a white tarpish looking thing sprawled on a nearby table. "Bloody hell, the banner! We forgot to put it up! Quick!" She scrambled for the ladder again.

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Sprinting to the table, he grabbed the banner and brought it back, handing it up to his red-headed friend.

"I brought crisps, pretzels, and the cake. What other food do you think we need?"

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Pepper grabbed one end of the banner out of Wensley's hand and let him hold the rest as she hung it up on some tiny hooks that they'd already prepped.

"Dunno," she said exasperatedly. Party-throwing was never something that learned much about. She probably should have paid more attention to Adam's mum. She always knew how to do all that fancy stuff. "Cheese and biscuits? A vegetable platter?"

She clapped a hand over her mouth. She couldnt believe she let those words slip out. She stared down a Wensley miserably. "Don't you dare tell anyone I said that! God, I really am startin' to sound like my mum..."

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He laughed, amused at how flustered she was getting. Pepper tended to be more level-headed than this. He guessed that all the excitement was making her anxious.

"Those sound like fine ideas, Pep. I'll be back quick." Turning on his heel, Wensley was grateful that he'd sliced all those vegetables just yesterday...