Happy Birthday, BLU Scout!

[prpl_assistant]

Who: The Team Fortress 2 crew, BLU Scout's family, BLU Scout's friends, and later anyone else who wants to celebrate BLU's boy from Boston's 22nd.
What: The BLU Scout's getting a REAL birthday party, with REAL cake!
Where: 1451 Mitchell Road, aka the BLU Scout's house
When: Friday, 23rd September
Warning: RED Sniper's bringing Scrumpy, enough said

Comments

[un_beau_coquin]

I believe I said zhe same zhing when I saw zhis in 'is possession. Drink wizh caution, mon ami.

[bye_to_yer_head]

Plannin' on it mate.

*Actually he hadn't been, until Spy showed up. It may or may not be obvious that he'd already started in on it.*

I'm not th' one you should be worried about. Someone's gonna 'ave t' carry Scout to his bed later.

[un_beau_coquin]

I do not zhink carrying zhat boy will be much trouble. At least, if 'e is unconscious.

[bye_to_yer_head]

I'm wonderin' if he'll get louder or quieter when he's rotten.

*It's using all his willpower to not back away from Spy right now. On the other hand the nice buzz he was starting to feel from the drinking vanished with the appearance of the other man, so at least he wasn't liable to do something stupid.*

[un_beau_coquin]

I zhink it would take somezhing more zhan drunkenness to get 'im to shut up, mon ami.

[He eyes Sniper with a slight smirk.] Oh, mon ami, your silly nervousness is only making it 'arder for yourself.

[bye_to_yer_head]

And how's that?

*Stop smirking at him.*

[un_beau_coquin]

I am afraid you will end up giving yourself a 'eart attack out of anxiety when I 'ave no intention to kill you, or to 'urt you in any way.

[bye_to_yer_head]

That'd almost sound sincere comin' from anyone who wasn't you.

*He downs the rest of his glass and sets it on a neaeby table. He wants both his hands free in case Spy decides to change his mind. He knows he's being paranoid, but he has good reason to be.*

[un_beau_coquin]

[Shrugs and grins.] Well, it is your choice not to trust me. Would I receive the same 'ostility if I were to approach you out of uniform, as a civilian?

[bye_to_yer_head]

*Sniper grits his teeth. Not the most imaginative guy, he's having trouble imagining what Spy looks like when not wearing the mask.*

You mean if I didn't know it was you? Hn. Probably.

*Well less hostility until Spy just said that. The paranoia is ramping up quickly. He needs another drink.*

[un_beau_coquin]

Non, I meant zhat in zhe sense zhat I would be coming to you not as zhe RED Spy, but as a real 'uman being.

[bye_to_yer_head]

I don't believe for a minute you even are a real person outside 'f work.

[un_beau_coquin]

Aww, zhat is an especially mean zhing to say, even if you are speaking about me.

[He can't help but smile though.] I suppose you are not zhe type to wish on stars and zhe like zhen, hmm?

[bye_to_yer_head]

I'm sure you'll cry yourself to sleep over this.

*He looks confused* Th' hell would I do that for?

[un_beau_coquin]

I will, and it would be all your fault.

[He chuckles.] To 'ave a little 'ope? It is a nice zhought, don't you zhink, to 'ave a ball of gas in zhe sky grant you a gift?

[bye_to_yer_head]

I'll mark th' day on my calendar and celebrate every year.

I don't know what th' bloody hell you're talking about. How much Scrumpy 'ave you had?