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

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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

[mildly-super.livejournal.com]

Clark smiled and spread the cape out behind him. "I'm Superman!" he announced.

Re: At the Door

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

"Nice to meet you, Superman. I'm Chad."

Re: At the Door

[mildly-super.livejournal.com]

"Are you a giant?"

Re: At the Door

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

Chad shook his head. "Nope. Jus' big."

Re: At the Door

[mildly-super.livejournal.com]

"Tha's good." Clark said. "Cause if you were, I'd hafta stop you."

Re: At the Door

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

"Why'd you have to stop me if I were a giant?"

Re: At the Door

[mildly-super.livejournal.com]

"Cause in the storys momma reads me the giantsre bad."

Re: At the Door

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

"Not all giants are bad..."

Re: At the Door

[mildly-super.livejournal.com]

Clark frowned in thought. "Welllllll, momma did say the stories were make believe."

Re: At the Door

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

Chad nodded. "There you go, then. Y'only hear about the bad ones 'cause they make for better stories."

Re: At the Door

[mildly-super.livejournal.com]

"Okay." Clark agreed. "What's goin' on in there?"

Re: At the Door

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

Chad paused. "...Giant stuff," he answered, figuring the topic variation of his usual answer would work well to convince the kid to go play elsewhere.

Re: At the Door

[mildly-super.livejournal.com]

"Did they leave you outhere because you're too small?"

Re: At the Door

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

Which had to be the most adorable logic ever. Chad appriciated anything that categorized him as smaller than other people. "Yes."

Re: At the Door

[mildly-super.livejournal.com]

Clark frowned. "That's mean. You should tell someone." Clark nodded.