Parker opened up the doors to both rooms, set out the half-vanilla, half-chocolate cake from Jeff, God of Biscuits, and put a sign outside the hallway of 236:
Happy 18th Birthday to ME
Come on in and have some cake!
Booze and prezzies welcome.
Then sat down to contemplate her
present from her father. Who'd sounded ridiculously pleased about her decision to go to Oxford.
Yay 18.
[ooc: open to all-- newbies included. No OCD. C'mon in and make your own threads-- cake, prezzies, mingle, drink, watch Illinois Smith and the Chapel of Chaos or whatever. Open all day.]