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Date: September 4, 1999 (after Brian's arrival)
Setting: Tadfield Manor
Status: Brian, Pepper, Wens
Summary: Brian and Pepper chat. Wens comes along and bring sammiches.



After a nap and a nice hot shower, Brian felt refreshed and ready to take on the world, or at the very least, the Manor. But before the Manor, there was Pepper.

And before Pepper, there was finding clothes. He'd unpacked by simply opening his bag and dumping the contents on the bed. He poked around the pile until he found a pair of pants that was reasonably clean. While digging for a shirt, he came across a black tie.

"Huh. Pep's tie."

Without giving it much thought, he slung the tie over his shoulder. Taking a moment to ensure he had his room key, he stepped outside and knocked on Pepper's door.

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[peppered-wargod.livejournal.com]

Pepper had woken up for food earlier, and stripped off her jeans and her jacket before going to bed. She was finally awake when the knock came on her door.

She pulled herself out of bed, yawning slightly as she opened the door. Still only half-awake, she propped herself against the door frame as she tried to focus her eyes enough to figure out who it was.

"Oh. Brian. Hey." She squinted at him. "'S that my tie?"

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"Hey, Pep." Brian said, not turning a hair at Pepper's appearance.

He handed her the tie. "Yeah. It got in my bag, somehow. With the rest of your clothes, I think."

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"So you brought me the tie but not the clothes? How like you." She took the tie and examined it, sniffing at a few places. "It seems to be unharmed."

She remained leaning against the door frame for a while before she spoke again. "Haven't seen you in a while."

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Brian grinned, "I just slept on it, that's all. Probably."

He tilted his head. "Been 'bout a week. Where did you go?"

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"Probably." She raised an eyebrow, but provided no further comment.

"Stayed with Ana for a couple of nights, then Mum demanded to see me. Then I ended up here."

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The tray was heavier than he'd expected, or maybe he was weaker than he thought. Even though the kitchen wasn't all that far from their rooms, his arms and shoulders started to ache. And all the while, his brain was pounding, trying to remember who liked which types of sandwich.

As he turned the corner though, it didn't seem to matter anymore whether Pepper preferred turkey and swiss, because he was pretty sure he hadn't seen her in underwear since...had he ever seen her underwear? They were very dark.

"Hello," he said brightly, fighting off a new wave of thoughts and questions. "Sandwiches, you two?"

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Brian turned and grinned widely. "Wens! Sandwiches would be wicked wonderful."

"It's good to see you. How long have you been here? I just got here, and so did Pep."

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"I've been here for about a month," he answered, walking a bit closer to the pair. "I saw an ad that said they needed people to work, so I applied. Never expected to be a chef, though..." he paused, gazing thoughtfully at them.

"Mind if I ask why you aren't wearing the proper amount of clothes?"

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Pepper blinked. Then she looked down.

She closed her eyes and counted to ten - okay, fine, five. All right, so she didn't actually get much past one. She folded her arms across her chest and looked up at Brian.

"Brian? When I get back from my room? You are going to explain to me why I wasn't informed of this when I opened the door. Then, I am going to explain why I should have been. With my teeth."

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Brian managed to repress a whimper until after Pepper had slammed the door.

He looked over at Wensley. "I was getting dressed when I found her tie. I packed it."

He eyed the sandwich tray. "Did you make these yourself? Have you got any ham and cheese ones?"

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"I'm sure I'll regret asking this, but why did you have her tie?" he asked dryly, a feat he'd only ever been able to pull off around the Them.

"Yeah, I made them a few minutes ago," he answered, offering the tray. "Ham and cheese is the stack closest to you."

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"It was in my bag," Brian said as if that explained everything.

He grabbed a sandwich from the top of the pile and started devouring it.

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"Why was it in your bag, though?" He sat down on the carpet, not really expecting an answer. Perhaps he could get a bit of a nap in, though. He was awfully tired...

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She stayed over with me for a bit," Brian answered in between bites.

"Don't know why but - you know - it's Pep. And she left her stuff at the flat.

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Wensley nodded. "That does sound like Pep, yeah." He stood carefully, trying not to stumble. "I'm very sorry, but I'm rather tired. We can all catch up some more later, yeah?"