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[playswithboys.livejournal.com]

Date: December 5, 2000
Status: Semi-private to start [Complete]
Setting: Doorway between lobby and bar
Summary: Mistletoe!!!


Pepper wasn't a singer, per se, but she could carry a tune okay, and no force in the universe (well, she hoped) could stop her from singing Christmas carols when she thought they were needed. That being known, she was currently on the step ladder, again, in the process of putting up the decorations that Adam had given to her in a Great Big Box. More specifically at the moment, she was hanging the mistletoe.

She probably shouldn't have teased Adam about getting it. That was probably why he had decided to hang decorations in the other room for the while.

The problem Pepper was currently facing, however (other than the fact that she seemed perpetually in danger of falling off the step ladder because it was not the same as a tree), was what Christmas carols she could sing. For some reason, it just didn't sit well singing about Jesus with Heaven and Hell about. She couldn't really sing about choirs of angels when they had a bunch of them right above her head. It struck her as incredibly awkward.

So she started out with the really simple ones that all the kids sang. Jingle Bells and Rudolph, and all the rest, but they were all rather short songs and they got irritating when they were repeated. Finally, with a hammer in one hand and a hook waiting to be pounded into the ceiling, she settled on a new one.

"Good King Wenceslas looked out on the feast of Stephen, --(cough. Ceiling plaster down her throat)
When the snow lay round about deep and crisp and even --(blink. And in her eyes)
Brightly shone the moon at night, though the frost was crue-ahh! --(curse. Hit her thumb with the hammer)
When a poor man came in sight gath'ring winter fuel... --(smash. Oops, almost put a hole in the ceiling)

"Well, I'm just bloody brilliant at this."

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[dangeroushabits.livejournal.com]

Strolling toward the bar with no intention of doing anything this afternoon but minding his own business over a quiet drink, John hauled up short at the sight of Pepper in a state of liplock with a scruffy-looking bloke who had to be at least twenty years older than she was. He stopped not so much out of shock at the public display of affection as out of confusion as several disparate thoughts collided messily in his head, leaving him momentarily stymied.

One of them was, Well, at least it's not College Boy. Hard on its heels came But weren't she and Crowley--?, Doesn't Adam--? and finally, What the hell business is it of yours, anyway, old man? The one thing he absolutely didn't have the right to be at a moment like this was jealous.

So, after waiting a beat or two for them to finish or notice him standing there, he conspicuously cleared his throat. "Oi, get a room, would you?" he said gruffly. "You're blocking the way to the bar."

[grimsirius.livejournal.com]

The moment Sirius heard John's voice, he broke off the kiss, and carefully drew Pepper out of the dip until they were both standing, and then let go of her. He flashed her an apologetic look, although he was still grinning, and the look he flashed John could only have been described as cheeky.

Well, who could blame him? He felt a bit bad for getting the girl in a potentially uncomfortable situation, but he really didn't mind being taken for the sort of bloke who'd have a shot with a 20 year old girl. Still, she was a nice kid, so he couldn't let the misconception continue.

"We were, ah, a little stuck," said Sirius, pointing to the mistletoe. "Of course, if you keep walking just a bit, this might get interesting."

He was joking, of course. Entirely.

[playswithboys.livejournal.com]

Oops. Recognized that voice. She was glad that he was letting her up and not making a show of it, because that was really the last thing she needed going around. "Or rather, he swept me off the step ladder. I should be more careful 'round 'ere."

Still, she couldn't help but laugh at what Sirius suggested. "Yeah, he's right. Go on, John, step forward a bit an' we'll both 'ave a go at you," she teased with a grin. "It's almost Christmas, after all."

[dangeroushabits.livejournal.com]

John cocked an eyebrow at the mistletoe as he lit a cigarette. "Tempting," he said, addressing the remark directly to Pepper, "but it's just a little more crowded under there than I fancy. Take a rain check?"

[playswithboys.livejournal.com]

Pepper came right back with, "I'll hold you to it," still smiling and then shaking her head to toss snowflakes out of her hair. She had missed the holidays in Tadfield. People connected more here, she thought. London hadn't been that way, not at all. Or maybe she hadn't been.

She glanced back over her shoulder at the ladder. "I should prob'ly move that out of your way, shouldn't I? Still got more decorations to hang up...."

[grimsirius.livejournal.com]

"Would you be needing any more help?" he asked. "Promise not to kiss you," he added with a wink.

He glanced at the mistletoe suspiciously. "You know, though, where I come from, it wouldn't have exactly given us a choice. Doesn't muggle mistetoe make you stay until you've snogged and jeer at you a bit? Doesn't seem half as fun otherwise."

[dangeroushabits.livejournal.com]

John took a large step backward at Sirius' question, now regarding the mistletoe with equal suspicion. Muggle, where've I heard that--oh yeah, the kid with the stick. And Roman. Wonder how many of 'em are actully wandering around here? "Nah, it's just a tradition, and only if you're directly underneath. The other kind sounds a tad risky to me. Not to mention it'd get violently dismembered the first time someone got stuck under it with Ligur..." He shuddered.

[playswithboys.livejournal.com]

"More help is always good," Pepper told Sirius laughingly, reaching into the Great Big Box, pulling out some streamers and tossing them over his shoulders like a drag queen's boa. "We c'n move the ladder and get the doorway done all fancy."

She listens to John's comment and agrees with his statement about regular - muggle? - mistletoe, but she doesn't know about, "Ligur? Dun't know who he is, I haven't met 'im I guess." Seeing John's reaction, she figures it might be just as well.

[grimsirius.livejournal.com]

"Glad to," he replied. "Want me to just levitate it, or would you prefer me to break my back trying to lift that thing." He eyed it. "Those have never looked sturdy to me. What do muggles use as a cushioning charm?" He asked, already preparing to levitate it to the doorway. Before doing that, however, he flicked his wand up at the mistletoe with a smile.

That was more like it. Possibly it was because he hadn't met Ligur yet, but wizarding mistletoe was always more fun.

(Done?)