Second Floor Common Room [after classes]

Rory got to the common room nice and early right after Lit, and started blowing up balloons and hanging streamers.

By the time everyone would be out of class, she had the cake and snacks and drinks out as well, and there was a table to the side for presents.

Happy birthday, Bridge.

[Wait for OCD! OCD is up. Open to all, natch. I personally won't be around for a good portion of the evening, but the birthday boy should be along later tonight.]

Re: Bridge's arrival

[identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com 2006-12-20 01:16 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm very surprised!" Bridge yells back.

Re: Bridge's arrival

[identity profile] once-a-king.livejournal.com 2006-12-20 01:22 am (UTC)(link)
"Brilliant!" Peter laughed. "Happy Birthday!"

Re: Bridge's arrival

[identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com 2006-12-20 01:35 am (UTC)(link)
"Thanks!" Bridge says. "I'm two now, you know!"

Re: Bridge's arrival

[identity profile] once-a-king.livejournal.com 2006-12-20 01:40 am (UTC)(link)
"Aww, just a young whippersnapper," Peter grinned.

Re: Bridge's arrival

[identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com 2006-12-20 02:35 am (UTC)(link)
"Are you gonna shake your cane at me, old man?" Bridge asks.

Re: Bridge's arrival

[identity profile] once-a-king.livejournal.com 2006-12-20 02:53 am (UTC)(link)
Peter facepalmed. "My cane! I forgot my cane!"

Re: Bridge's arrival

[identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com 2006-12-20 02:57 am (UTC)(link)
"If you had a lawn, I'd totally be standing on it right now," Bridge says, sticking out his tongue.

Re: Bridge's arrival

[identity profile] once-a-king.livejournal.com 2006-12-20 03:06 am (UTC)(link)
"No way," Peter replied, shaking his finger at Bridgey. "I'd chase you off in a heartbeat."

Re: Bridge's arrival

[identity profile] bridge-carson.livejournal.com 2006-12-20 03:17 am (UTC)(link)
"You'd have to catch me first," Bridge winks.

Re: Bridge's arrival

[identity profile] once-a-king.livejournal.com 2006-12-20 03:20 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh, I'm spry for seventy-eight," Peter said, wrinkling his nose at Bridge. "Least when my rheumatism isn't acting up." He left a quaver into his voice.