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[weary_head]

Between the chocolate cake and the bouncy castle, it was difficult to say who was more excited: Dean or Hera.

Hera had all the energy of a newly minted three year old, but Dean had consumed a hell of a lot of icing during the cake baking process. The cake itself had turned out quite well, which had everything to do with Shari. She'd even gone so

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[little_moons]

"Can I get the next one?" I ask with a smirk, leading both Flo and Mack over by the hands, icing smearing the corners of their mouths and sticky on little fingers. But no matter how much they've had, they're not even close to the sugar rush level he's topping out at.

That's just fuckin' scary.

[weary_head]

"You just wanna barf on me again," said Dean with a raised eyebrow. He raised a hand to show Neil the height requirement. "And dragging that cake back up would be damn shame, now wouldn't it?"

[little_moons]

"Damn," I mutter, trying to look forlorn and not quite managing it. Nudging the twins forward, Mack bouncing up and down in her pretty little party shoes, I say, "Alright, pick a toddler, then."

[weary_head]

Hell, why not? He'd already had more kids than he could count hanging off of him today. "Which one's least likely to mess up my hair?" Dean asked all the same.

[one__song]

Roger had a shift at the club that night, but that didn't mean he wasn't going to make an appearance at the party. After sunning himself with some friends, Roger went in to put on a shirt and by the time he emerged, the party was in full swing, Dean shouting as loud as the children, and Roger with a smile on his face. He often wished he could age backward and be a kid again, and when the island had given him the opportunity, he remembered fodly the climbed trees with Markie and swimming with Billy Tallent.

He straddled a bench and took a seat, smiling in a quiet, removed sort of way. He was just there to offer his respects, and then he was going to be off to his shift at the Willows Room.

[blessed_by_god]

Hera ducked behind Roger and his, hands grasping the back of his shirt.

"Shhhh," she warned, peeking past him. "There's monster's gonna get me!"

[one__song]

Whoa, tiny Asian child. And said tiny Asian child was using tiny hands to grip at his not-so-tiny shirt. He laughed and turned his head to see her, following her gaze. "Who is the monster?" Roger asked, narrowing his eyes in a critical gaze of protection. "I'll save you."

[blessed_by_god]

"His ugly and his name's Dean," Hera accused, bouncing up and down a little.

[andsadofeye]

It had been a long time since John had been at a children's birthday party, but he'd rolled his sleeves up and plunged in. He'd spent the morning putting the finishing touches to an articulated wooden doll for Hera, and now he was just attempting to stay out of the way and enjoy himself. The cake, at least, was good.

Calliope buzzed past and John watched her go and then he leaned back and sucked chocolate icing off his fingers.

Yeah, it had been a long time, but he could definitely get used to this.

[blessed_by_god]

Hera was chasing Calliope when she fell. She started to pick herself up, took one look at her dirt-stained knees, and screamed bloody murder.

"What the frak!" she shrieked, a phrase she had so helpfully picked up from her younger cousin.

[andsadofeye]

"Hey!" aaid John, stepping in to swoop Hera up into his arms. "Less of that, little miss. Just because Starbuck says it doesn't mean you should."

That was a rule to live by, if ever there was one.

[blessed_by_god]

Hera was surprised into a shriek and giggles, muddy knees all but forgotten.

"Airplane!" she cried, spreading her arms.

[rewarded_by_god]

Gaius hardly knew these people, and he couldn't remember the last time he'd been to a children's party, but there he was, with cake and a fizzy drink and a reluctant smile. Children roaming free were rare on the Galactica, and even they had little time to be so care free.

So, he watched little Hera, the link between two races, and her mother, and for all his arrogance, he felt humbled, and only regretful that Six wasn't there to witness her sister and niece's happiness.

[weary_head]

Dean sank into a chair. Epic though the moon bounce was, it was hot in there, especially after he'd gotten into a pissing contest with Captain Thrace's kid over who could jump the highest.

With a groan, he flung a hand sideways and landed on a piece of cake. "Score," he murmured. He knew there was a reason he'd picked a chair close to the table.

[off_the_ceiling]

"What, tired already?" said Jess, sucking icing off her thumb. She'd already had a couple of pieces of cake, but come on, they were small, and besides, you're supposed to stuff yourself with cake at a birthday party. It's like a rule or something. "But I haven't gotten my ride yet."

[weary_head]

Dean raised his eyebrows over his fork. "Are you soliciting me?" With a shrug, he picked the plate up from his lap to make room for her. "I'll try anything once."

[off_the_ceiling]

Jess laughed and, because ultimately it was a kids' party, she lifted an eyebrow right back at him. "You look like you want to spank me," she said. "I didn't think it was that kind of party." She went for the last of the icing on her thumb, only to realize it was already gone. "Now you have to share your cake. It's playground rules."