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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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[grimsirius.livejournal.com]

"I've never heard that one before," remarked Sirius, watching Pepper attempt to hang the mistletoe from the door frame. He figured it was probably a muggle one, judging from the ridiculous way she was trying to hang things. Sirius wasn't so bad with muggle tools ever since he'd decided to fix up an old muggle motorbike years ago, but hammers were still enough to send him into fits of laughter.

"Did you want some help with that?" Amusing as this might be, mistletoe was always a handy thing to have about.

[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."