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sga1sheppard in aternaville

Rip Roarin' Fantabulous Birthday Spectacularrr [Complete]

Apr 07, 2007 21:09

Title: Rip Roarin' Fantabulous Birthday Spectacularrr
Characters: Sheppard, Psmith, etc.
Setting: Main Street
Privacy: Public! Please come celebrate with us.
Rated: P for oh god I need to pee but there's a parade

( John hurried into the street )

john sheppard, rupert eustace psmith, philip marlowe, complete

Comments 14

peasmith April 8 2007, 07:45:21 UTC

As the song grew progressively nastier and reached the line about the cabin boy, the pirates and ninjas grew progressively worrieder (although that isn't quite a word) and paused in their gymnastics to poke at it. A murmur arose.

Denis Leary, having acquired a full day-glow-striped fireman's kit and a small axe, came running full-tilt up the street. The pirates and ninjas, quite wisely, fell away. He mounted climbed the cake and lay into it with the axe, pulled the opening wider with his hands, and then jumped off, looking relieved.

Moments later an extremely embarrassed and extremely underdressed-for-the-weather young lady with sleepy eyes and long black hair emerged from the cake. The crowd burst into applause as she did a little dance to make up for the drama caused by her poorly-timed nap.

Then there was cake for everyone!

sga1sheppard April 8 2007, 07:57:51 UTC

As John and the others finished up their cake with the dancing girls, the marjorette returned, having traded in her baton for a fiddle. She serenaded their slight indigestion with what sounded like it might be Metallica. Cool. Street sweepers followed her, clearing Aternaville's main drag of glitter and confetti. Now and again, they swept too zealously and caught her ankles, but the fiddling continued, undaunted. But then her song finished, and she joined them where they were trying to get all the cake off the girl who had fallen asleep.

"Great party," Denis Leary said.

peasmith April 8 2007, 08:01:52 UTC

Psmith clapped Marlowe on the back with exaggerated camaraderie. "Happy birthday, old man."

And how.

cheapie_shamus April 8 2007, 08:18:54 UTC

"I don't know what to say," Marlowe said, tearing the cellophane off one of the thrown packs of smokes. Kamel Reds, it was. "I thought they went out of business in '16," he mumbled, patting himself down for his lighter. His search was interrupted by the girl from the cake stepping up and touching a match to the gasper dangling from his lip. The drum-majorette joined her beside him.

"Promise you won't hit me on the head?"

"Oh, no, that costs extra," they replied in unison.