Okay, I admit it. Blatant hints, flattery and constant nagging -does- work on me. Hence forth, I present Carly's birthday present. I mean, come on, anyone who'd make it a point to remind us for over two weeks deserves a reward! (Yes, I know I'm encouraging bad behavior but, we're Dark Perks, if we can't be bad, who can?)
Happy Birthday
By: Cousin Mary
Mary rolled out of bed around dawn and looked at her calendar, October 13th, "Time to get started." She mumbled with an evil grin.
Grabbing the bag she'd stashed in her closet, the semi-enlightened Thug went up and down the halls of Dark Perk Mansion, pounding on doors. "Come on, get up! Don't you know what day it is?!"
Grumbling, a sleep rumpled Maya pulled open her door and glared, "It'd better be judgment day, and St. Peter better be at the door, otherwise…you're dead."
Mary just laughed (a laugh that only the truly deranged and darkly perky can manage) "Nonsense! It's October 13th!" At Maya's blank (and still hostile) stare, Mary added, "You know, Carly's Birthday!"
"Oh." Maya yawned and stretched, "I guess I can get up for that."
"There's coffee." Mary cajoled.
"Coffee?" Eric's head popped out of his door. (No matter the fact that there was always coffee, DP's were always thrilled by the idea of more.)
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Soon a large congregation of Thugs were gathered in the kitchen. Everyone was there…except Carly.
"So how come Carly didn't wake up?" Ren asked between gulps of café la orange, "I mean, we made enough noise to wake the dead. …Um, no offense Bippy."
The Bibby just grinned and dumped a used coffee filter down the front of her 'Zombies are people too' T-shirt.
"Ha! That one's easy!" Jenn, the DP's resident mad scientist grinned, "I slipped something in her drink last night, she won't wake up for hours!"
"Jenn!" Many horrified Thugs stared at her.
Jenn looked around, "What? You're surprised?"
"No," Miranda shook her head, "We just noticed there's a demon in your hair."
"Ack!" Jenn jumped up, swatting at her already unruly hair until a giant brown fluff ball had formed on her head (but at least the demon was out.)
"So what's the plan?" Shana asked, suppressing the urge to butter her toast with a broad sword.
"Well," Mary began slowly, "I was thinking, we'd go with some pure girly fun." She held her bag aloft, "Make-overs, etc."
Eric raised an eyebrow at this, but then just went back to his coffee. Knowing these girls, there'd still be lots of fun to be had.
"What?" SC asked surprised, surely Mary couldn't be calling for some boring little slumber party? They were Thugs after all!
"Well," Mary said, "I thought, since Janette wouldn't let us take over the Raven," She paused to make a face, "We could have some fun here, and I wanted to be original."
"Sounds like a plan." Anna nodded, inhaling a few dark pink pixie sticks. After all, it didn't matter what they did, she knew they were going to have fun!
"So, everyone ready?" Bev leapt to her feet, (Her third pot of coffee had just hit her blood stream) "Let's go!"
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It was around noon when Carly finally woke up, she slowly opened her door, intent only creeping down to the kitchen and grabbing a quick cup of cocoa before sneaking back to bed, when from out of no where a huge gang of Thugs grabbed her and hauled her off to the conservatory.
"Hey! Wait!" Carly yelped, clutching her ratty dark pink bathrobe around her, "What the heck is going on?!"
"Happy birthday!" The Thugs chorused back.
Carly blinked, all she'd wanted was a cake, maybe a few presents. What was going on? When she was finally thrust into the conservatory, she had to squint to see past all the sunlight streaming in through the room's glass walls and ceiling. But finally she made out the form of Mary, the DP Godmother, and she began to whine. "Maa-rryyy, why'd they grab me? Why- ack!" Carly yelped as a large globule of Mississippi Mud Mask was deposited on her nose by the list-mommy.
"Happy Birthday Carly!" Mary chirped, "We're going to do beauty make-overs all day!"
"But, but-" Carly stuttered as Rosemary pulled off her robe (revealing the over-sized NIN T-shirt she slept in) only to replace it with a huge sauna robe, filled with percolating steam and eucalyptus extracts. "All I wanted were those boots I saw at Goth-Punks-R-Us!"
Miranda laughed, "Don't be silly Carly, we're -way- to creative to give you something like that!"
Carly pouted, "That's what I'm afraid of."
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But all the New York Thug's fears were completely ungrounded. Soon she was enjoying herself just as much as everyone else.
Half the Thugs had their hair up in curlers. As for the mud masks, well, the Thugs had long ago given up on the directions, (green for oily, black for dry, yellow for combination and red for wrinkles) and had just decided to use it as a sort of weird war paint.
So it was that Carly sat among her friends, listening to the soothing sounds of Skinny Puppy and Babes in Toyland, played on the xylophone (where Kimmer had obtained such a tape was beyond her.) Her face painted with a series of green and black striped and her hair spiked with essential oils high above her head.
She smiled as she looked around at her fellow Thugs, they were such a great bunch! She'd never expected a party like this!
Suddenly Eric's voice cut through the chatter, "I already told you Jenny! I'm -not- going to wax my chest!"
"Aw, come on, Eric!" The teen giggled, holding a wax covered stick high, "I'm sure Leah will like it!"
"Argh!" Eric ran to hide behind the buffet table, but Jenny followed.
And so it was, the great food fight of Oct. 13th broke out. (As opposed to the one on Oct 12th, and Oct 14th)
It started with jellO salad (but then, it -always- starts with jellO salad doesn't it?)
Soon everyone had joined in.
Carly laughed as she caught Micki full in the face with a coconut cream pie. (We should have known this was going to happen, I mean, pies with no forks to eat them with? Just asking for a fight!)
Micki countered by tossing a fruit platter at Boyd. Who in turn sprayed Kil and Trish with some Cheese Whiz (like anyone was going to eat it?)
Jennifer (the newest Thug) didn't really know what to make of this, but decided this was her chance to do what she'd always secretly wanted to…she dumped her friend Jenny into the dark pink punch bowl and dumped some potato salad on her head. (hey, some people dream about strange things <g>)
"Wait!" Came the list mommy's opera volume voice echoing through the room. "The suns almost down! We have to get dressed!"
Carly just stared at the philosophy major, with her spiked blonde hair and the claw mark like red lines darting down her cheeks. "What do you mean, 'get dressed?'"
Mary looked impatient, "They'll be here any second!"
"Who?" This time it was Shana who asked, her fist aloft and filled with chocolate pudding (which was dripping down her arm.)
"The vampires of course!" Mary snapped, then her face cleared and she looked sheepish, "Oh…did I forget to tell you guys about that?"
"Ack!" Mary screamed as every single Thug threw whatever they were holding at her. (This was particularly painful in Ren's case…since she'd been holding a pineapple.)
"Well, there's only one thing for it." Carly sighed, looking out the many windows and the rapidly darkening sky. "We'll have to clean up here." And with that, she jumped into the huge fountain in the middle of the room. (Not the fish pond, this is a fountain…didn't know we had one did ya? <eg>)
The Thugs all exchanged looks, then followed Carly in. Soon twenty something Thugs were cavorting in the spray of the fountain, splashing, washing up as best they could.
Then with mad dashes they ran back to their rooms, donned their party clothes and went into the Ballroom, just in time to greet their first guest.
And it was in the Ballroom, that Lacroix, Nick, Screed, Vachon, Nat and Tracy found the Thugs, resplendent in their evening attires, the food washed off, but with the remnants of war paint still showing across their faces.
Tracy smiled evilly, left the staring group of vampires (and Nat) and approached the birthday girl. "Looks like you had fun today." She commented, handing Carly a prettily wrapped present. (They're the boots)
"Um," Carly looked down and laughed nervously, "Yeah, we, ah." But before she could continue with her explanation (it's Mary's fault!) someone had cranked up the music and the dancing had begun.
"May aye 'ave this dance me luverly?" Screed came up to her and asked the begowned and be-mudded Thug.
Tracy winked at her, "Have fun." And went off to find Vachon…or possibly Lacroix.
Carly smiled up into Screed's eyes, "Don't worry, I will."
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Happy Birthday Carly-girl!
Love, mary