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[average-adam.livejournal.com]

Date: January 4, 2001
Status: Private - Adam, Pepper
Setting: Pepper's Room
Summary: Adam wants to check up on his friend.


It had been three days since their New Year's kiss and Adam hadn't seen Pepper anywhere. He was starting to get a little worried. It could have gone better, sure, but she wouldn't just avoid him afterward, would she? He didn't want that to happen again.

Just in case, Adam went to the kitchen and armed himself with Wensleydale's best hot cocoa. When Wens had learned it was for Pepper, he added extra whipped cream and a mint leaf. Smiling faintly, Adam carried it carefully up the stairs and knocked on her door.

"Pep? You in there? I got somethin' for ya."

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[playswithboys.livejournal.com]

She stuck her tongue out at Caligula. "Nah, he was barkin' mad. I'd rather be like Alexander the Great. Or Cleopatra. Maybe we should switch countries."

[average-adam.livejournal.com]

Adam raised an eyebrow. "You gonna go killin' yourself with a snake?" There was only one of those around the Manor...

[playswithboys.livejournal.com]

Now it was her turn to blush. What with how the writers had made it all dramatic and said that the queen had held the snake to her breast to bite her. Well, that didn't make anything very comfortable. "No," she snapped with a majestic air to get the attention off her cheeks. "I'd be a better Cleopatra than the old one. I'd be smart 'nough not to 'ave to kill myself.

[average-adam.livejournal.com]

He laughed. "Well, that's all right, then."

With a glance at the door, Adam looked back at Pepper. "Looks like I've gotta get goin' now, but it was good to talk to you, Pep. I'm glad we're all right an' everythin'. I'll keep an eye out for Brian and you do the same for Wensley, okay?"

Adam was half-way out the door before he stuck his head back in with a grin. "I don't think 'e's poisonous, anyway..." Then he ducked out again to avoid any flying objects.

[playswithboys.livejournal.com]

She nodded and watched him start to leave. His parting shot made her get to her feet and wish that she had something only slightly damaging to throw (just for the scare factor, not to actually cause any irreprable harm).

"Bloody prat!" she shouted after him. "You are goin' to get the soundest beatin' of your life next time I see your face, you hear me?"

It didn't really matter if he did, the words weren't as important as the sound of shouting. She smiled and went back to her desk to finish her hot chocolate.