bernard's birthday party
Jun. 9th, 2005 11:31 amLilly did not want to get up early. The tequila she had last night did not want her to get up early either. However, she has trouble to get into so she's down at the bar early. She orders a carafe of coffee and spends some time chatting with bar. Eventually, she walks away with the key to a private room, among other things.
It's a few hours later now, and an immense amount of coffee has been consumed, and the room has been transformed. There are empty tequila bottles acting as vases for bouquets of purple and blue and in concession to Bernard's taste, black balloons. There are streamers made from exotic labels off of strange and occasionally familiar bottles of alcohol. There are comfy chairs scattered around for conversation and hiding behind once Bernard arrives. There's music all ready, Bob Dylan and the White Stripes and a few other things she thinks he might like. There is a neon-bright sign across the back of the room reading HAPPY BIRTHDAY BERNARD!" There's also a table with a lone, flamboyantly wrapped package on it with a tag reading "To Bernard, Happy Birthday, Love Lilly, P.S. Please To Be Not Killing Me Before Opening."
Now all she needs are guests.
It's a few hours later now, and an immense amount of coffee has been consumed, and the room has been transformed. There are empty tequila bottles acting as vases for bouquets of purple and blue and in concession to Bernard's taste, black balloons. There are streamers made from exotic labels off of strange and occasionally familiar bottles of alcohol. There are comfy chairs scattered around for conversation and hiding behind once Bernard arrives. There's music all ready, Bob Dylan and the White Stripes and a few other things she thinks he might like. There is a neon-bright sign across the back of the room reading HAPPY BIRTHDAY BERNARD!" There's also a table with a lone, flamboyantly wrapped package on it with a tag reading "To Bernard, Happy Birthday, Love Lilly, P.S. Please To Be Not Killing Me Before Opening."
Now all she needs are guests.
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Date: 2005-06-10 03:37 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-10 03:47 am (UTC)*Tim gestures towards the table.*
Picked you up some party favors.
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Date: 2005-06-10 03:58 am (UTC)*He eyes the table.*
Oh?
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Date: 2005-06-10 04:11 am (UTC)*Tim grins
evillyno, evilly IS the word i want.*Ayup.figured this might put you in a mood, so i got both dangerous and fluffy....
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Date: 2005-06-10 01:58 pm (UTC)Fuck off, Deputy Chief. I'm 29 going on 4.
*He approaches the table.*
What have we here?
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Date: 2005-06-10 10:11 pm (UTC)Just how you act around the cat herd.....
*Tims grin widens as he points out the rather large box wrapped with dynamite image paper.*
Fun stuff. I was shopping for Aces birthday and I figured I'd pick up some other gifts as well. didn't know I'd be giving them to you so soon.
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Date: 2005-06-10 10:26 pm (UTC)Geez, Tim, you didn't have to.
*He starts to unwrap the present.*
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Date: 2005-06-10 11:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-11 02:09 am (UTC)*Bernard would probably recognise the two cylindrical shapes inside,
one black, one white.*
Now, the black one actually is a Rocket launcher, I only got you five rounds, cause, well, I expect its more for fun then use...but the
three red rounds are pyretic, and the two blue ones are cryonic...but the
white one is a foam launcher. Just pour some water in it, and, well...
It'll probably make a good fun toy for whenever. After all, who expects a
face full of foam?
((OOC: sorry))