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[playswithboys.livejournal.com]

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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[playswithboys.livejournal.com]

Pepper shrugged, still grinning madly at how sputtered, sparkling with sweat and water. "What? We couldn't find any water balloons in time, so this was what you got. Lucky no one decided to spank you."

The fully possibility of meaning in those words hit her only after she'd said them. She shook her head to clear it and went on. "Well, you better start enjoying yourself because we went a little crazy trying to put this together without you findin' out. Sorry 'bout the decorations, though; they were the only ones we could find."

She was still standing really close. Maybe she should step back. Why hadn't he?

[average-adam.livejournal.com]

He was still standing really close. Maybe he should step back. Why hadn't she?

Adam shook his head like Dog, spraying water everywhere and decidedly not thinking about spanking. "Well, you did a good job. Brian kept me real distracted." He sent him a look like 'I'll get you for this later, mate'. Cloud shapes indeed...

"And there's nothin' wrong with the decorations. It's nice." Adam smiled at her. "Thanks, Pep."

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"Hey!" Pepper exclaimed as he sprayed water everywhere, particularly on her because she was so close. "Not on, thank you very much." She grabbed the edge of his sleeve and wiped her face off on it. "This was why your mum used to tell you that you taught Dog bad habits."

She smiled at Brian while Adam shot him a look of his own. "You did good, soldier. Earned your stripes for stealth today, I think." She tossed him a mock salute and laughed.

Relieved to hear that the decor wasn't too disappointing, Pepper finally stepped around Adam and shoved him further into the room. "No need for thank you's, just get in there. Wensley made a cake for you and everythin'. So 'ave fun. We can open presents later, if you like. And no, I'm keepin' the water gun for the evening, so don't even ask."

[dearwensleydale.livejournal.com]

Like magic, at the word 'cake,' Wensley walked out of the kitchens, carefully carrying his masterpiece across the bar while gripping a knife between his teeth. He had spent the better half of the day baking and decorating his friend's birthday cake, and Wensley was damned if anything was going to happen to it now.

Placing her* on a nearby table, he extracted the knife from between his teeth, wiping it on a dishrag. "Happy Birthday, Adam!" he cried, offering him both the knife and the dishrag at seeing his sopping face. "D'you want to do the honours?"

*Around the third hour of being in the kitchen, he had fondly started calling the cake 'Lucy.' In the future, Wensley would pass it off as dementia brought on by the heat, though he knew he was really just being a sentimental bastard.

[anathema-witch.livejournal.com]

Aanthema watched amused from behind her table as Adam was kissed and Pepper squirted him with the watergun. She frowned when she remembered she hadn't known it was his birthday until she began puttign up decorations with Pepper. She hadn't a present to give him.

She lowered her head, and an idea came into her head. With a smile she knew what to give him even if it wasn't that good a present.

[average-adam.livejournal.com]

"Hullo, Wens!" said Adam happily, taking the cloth. "It's the most amazin' cake I've ever seen. P'raps you'd better cut it. I don't wanna mess it up." He beamed at his friend, half immensely proud of Wensley for making it and half embarrassed that so many people had pitched in for his surprise party.

[average-adam.livejournal.com]

He laughed and allowed himself to be pushed into the room. Before he wandered off to talk to the others, though, Adam flashed a grin at Pepper. She'd be awfully surprised if she tried to squirt him again...

[playswithboys.livejournal.com]

Pepper blinked when he grinned at her, clutching the water gun protectively close. Whatever that was about.... But Wensley had brought the cake out now, and she waited to see if Adam wanted to cut it or let Wensley do it. Gosh, it was beautiful. She'd thought she heard Wenlsey talking to it in the kitchen earlier, though, something that she'd have to ask about later...