Second Floor Common Room; Sunday Evening, 7 pm on: Tannim's Birthday!

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

Off on the third floor of Sunset Towers, beside Lake Michigan, in Westingtown, Wisconson, socialite and party planner extrodinair Grace Windsor Wexler might have felt a strange, sudden pang of pride for her youngest daughter.

Turtle had prepared the common room for Tannim's birthday party with a discretely tasteful collection of decorations, a snack spread perfect of any event of this sort, and a great selection of bad, cheesy horror films. Now it was just a matter of people arriving to enjoy it, especially the birthday boy.

Oh, and one other thing, in light of the recent academic of wee-tiny adults. She placed a sign outside the common room:

Tannim Drake's Birthday Party! Here!
Food, fun, and bad horror movies!
(Sponsered by Turtle & Canary, for all your shopping needs)
These movies are too scary for little kids!
No one under the age of twelve admitted!

And, being only a two years (and eleven months) shy of twelve herself, she knew that was just asking for the kids to flock. So she hired out the big Mexican kid to act as bouncer.



[[ yay, birthday! Please wait for OCD ROCK ON! ]]

Comments

Re: At the Door

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

"Uhh," Chad considered this for a moment. "Technically, Turtle is."

Re: At the Door

[nine-and-ears.livejournal.com]

"I don't take orders from animals!" the Doctor said. "I'm the Doctor, and I'm five." He held up the appropriate number of fingers. "So I think you should let me in."

Re: At the Door

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

"But," Chad pointed at the sign, "the sign says twelve."

Re: At the Door

[nine-and-ears.livejournal.com]

The Doctor thought for a second.

Then pulled out a small leather wallet, flipped it open, and showed the contents to Chad.

It was his slightly psychic paper. And thanks to his wee-tiny state, it read "I is twelve!"

Re: At the Door

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

Chad inspected the psychic paper and the gramatical gaffe. "Not sure if this is a valid form of ID, sir."

Re: At the Door

[nine-and-ears.livejournal.com]

"Look again!"

It now had 'Valid form of ID' added at the bottom.

Re: At the Door

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

Okay, that made even Chad laugh.

Once recovered, he shook his head. "I dunno, little guy. You think that little piece of paper could also convince Turtle that you're a midget or something?"

Chad really wanted to get paid. He also didn't want to get kicked. He'd heard....things about that girl.

Re: At the Door

[nine-and-ears.livejournal.com]

The Doctor nodded at his psychic paper again.

It read 'I is a mijit!'

Re: At the Door

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

"M-I-D-G-E-T," Chad suggested, with a nod.

Re: At the Door

[nine-and-ears.livejournal.com]

The spelling corrected itself. "Thanks!"

Re: At the Door

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

Chad nodded. With 'valid ID' and a workable excuse, Chad really had no reason to prevent the little guy's entrance.

Re: At the Door

[nine-and-ears.livejournal.com]

The Doctor made his way proudly into the room.