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[dearwensleydale.livejournal.com]

Date: December 31, 2000, 9:00 PM
Status: Public
Setting: Bar
Summary: Free Alcohol!


Wensley walked from his kitchen to the entrance to the bar, sign under his arm. No one had planned any sort of Manor event for the evening, so he took it upon himself to give people who hadn't any plans something to do.

Pulling the sign out from under his arm, he propped the doors open and leaned the sign against one. "Open Bar, 9:00 PM- 1:00 AM," it proclaimed in large letters, then underneath, much smaller, "Entertainment Provided". He didn't actually have anyone lined up, but he was sure something entertaining would end up happening.

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[muddy-blues.livejournal.com]

He bit his tongue desperately, trying not to burst out laughing, and started approximating the chords. Oh, for a video camera. . . .

"So tell me what you want, what you really really want," he said cheerfully, giving Pepper a winning smile.

[playswithboys.livejournal.com]

Oh, this was just unreal. She was having a nightmare. Wasn't too bad for a nightmare, then. Okay -

"I'll tell you what I want, what I really, really want-" She walked over and flicked him in the ear for the smile. He was not funny. And he sounded even more ridiculous, so he had no right to grin.

[muddy-blues.livejournal.com]

"So tell me what you want, what you really really want--ow!" He rubbed his ear. What, he wasn't allowed to enjoy himself while utterly humiliating himself? He elbowed her in the side.