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[youmakemesmall]

WHO: OPEN!
WHERE: Pete and Jan's new place
WHEN: Tonight
WARNINGS: IT'S THE 5 0. A LOT OF THEM. And drinking and maybe Mothchan flirtings.
SUMMARY: It's Pete's birthday, y'all. Also a semi-housewarming party. Time to live it up, hit orange pinatas and draaank.
FORMAT: quicklog

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[origamiguardian]

[If anyone sees her there, it's but for a flash and she flees quickly into the crowd and out the door, but on the table of food, there appears a small chocolate cake with white icing that wasn't there before, with painstakingly neat lettering, "Happy Birthday Pete."

One day, she will make up for the pie incident. One day.]

[shockheadedpete]

[And that day: the legend of the mysterious cake vigilante was born. And it would live on in story and song for all time.]

[sands_in_mexico]

[Sheldon has in his hands a bag and despite that he's still using the crutches, he's getting around pretty well. He said that he'll come and he did like Pete even though the two didn't entirely get along all the time or acted like buddies, Sheldon still thought he was a fun guy to be around.

He knocks on the door. His casual dress was a beat-up fedora, flannel shirt and jeans. Not entirely typical for an undercover specialist so hey it was different and it was comfortable. No one made any specifics on the dress code, as if he would pay it much mind anyway.]

[youmakemesmall]

[Jan opens the door, drink in her other hand. She recognizes this guy from Pete's comm but can't actually remember his name.]

Hey! Welcome. Come in.

[She sees the bag he has and the crutches.]

Need any help?

[sands_in_mexico]

Thanks.

[He hands over the bag which contains a bottle of 80 proof tequila, a small box of Belgian chocolate truffles, and two tickets to a football game.]

Nice digs.

[He enters in with ease considering his current condition.

I'm Sheldon Sands. Also know to Pete as Mr. Trouble, if he hasn't called me that already.

[He smirks.]

[youmakemesmall]

Thanks.

[She takes the bag from him with a wry smile. Oh these cops.]

Nice hat. I'm Janet Pym, good to meet you. Can I get you a drink? We have beer, soda, water, hard alcohol-- anything you want.

[Unless, of course, he was taking painkillers for whatever he needed crutches for. Pills + booze = vomity mess.]

Ladies and gentlemen: your birthday boy

[shockheadedpete]

[He will not be wearing any birthday hats.

No.

No.

No hats.

No.]

[shockheadedpete]

Hey, bud. Glad you could make it. Whuddaya think a the place?

[Oh Lassi...is that...a gun rack, or are you just happy to see Pete?]

[youmakemesmall]

[Jan has spoken to Lassiter several times in the past and seeing as he's a good friend to Pete, there's no reason why she shouldn't now.]

Everything okay?

[She sees the look at Mothchan, Lassi.]

it's the best face :>

[youmakemesmall]

It's kind of a biological mystery, actually. I guess there are things in this world even science can't explain.

[Moths really shouldn't live this long. Then again... she is sort of a scientific enigma, too.]

[newbvampire]

[After much panicked shopping, and gift wrapping Seras arrives outside Pete's door. The only thing she could think to get for a house warming was an electric kettle, hopefully the Captain would like it. Putting on her best smile she nervously knocks on the door.]

[shockheadedpete]

[If it makes coffee, Pete will like it.]

Officer. C'mon in.

[He hopes that's enough of an invitation. That's a vampire thing, isn't it? That they have to be invited? Or did Joss Whedon make that up?]

[newbvampire]

[It can make very strong, harsh, cowboy coffee if that's his kind of thing.]

Thank you sir, and um thank you for the invitation. Oh, and this is for you!

[She holds out the gift to him.]

[shockheadedpete]

[That's his kind of thing exactly.]

Oh, hey.

[He takes the gift and pauses. Are you supposed to open it in front of the person who gave it to you, or wait until they've gone?]

I...bet it's great.