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

Scrumpyyyyyy

[bye_to_yer_head]

You actually managed t' nick a bottle 'f this from Demo? Yer braver than I thought.

[ooeeooahah]

I've been here since mid-April. You learn to look forward to the non-standard holidays, because the ones on the calendar in the office are torture, usually.

[ She smiles a little, remembering the less horrible ones. ] With some exceptions.

[bye_to_yer_head]

Still need t' look at that. I'm not real familiar with American holidays.

[ooeeooahah]

Next one I remember is Columbus Day, but the next one is Halloween.

[ She frowns. ] I'm not sure I've heard anything about what happened last year.

[bye_to_yer_head]

What th' blazes is Columbus Day?

[ooeeooahah]

Sounds like a charmer, he does.

[bye_to_yer_head]

Sneaky. Suppose he's not counting his stash or anything t' see when one's missing. 'Specially since he goes through life seein' double, maybe even triple.

[ooeeooahah]

...and this is the guy with the high explosives...

[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.