IO to Tony and Bulstrode ONLY

[mc_mike]

Either of you've something planned for Pansy's birthday tomorrow? I've an idea or three myself if you're interested.

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You have an idea?

Do go on. I await with bated breath.

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Not just any old ideas, Bulstrode. Brilliant ones. Ones you'll be bowing down to my feet to after I'm through explaining them.

[millicent-b-.livejournal.com]

You may wish to remember to breathe once in a while. Oxygen does wonders for your brain.

[http://users.livejournal.com/mike_corner_/]

If lack of oxygen is my excuse, what's yours?

[http://users.livejournal.com/_anthony_g/]

Am I going to regret asking?

[http://users.livejournal.com/mike_corner_/]

When've you ever regretted asking me?

[http://users.livejournal.com/_anthony_g/]

Ha, better not go there, mate.

Just spill it, yeah?

[http://users.livejournal.com/mike_corner_/]

Wounded. You and Terry both lately, that's all I've been getting.

Seeing as your girlfriend's of the giving sort and threw me a party even when I didn't ruddy want one, thought the friendly thing to do is to throw her one in return. Won't bother to mention she's been dropping hints about it since Monday and driving me barmy with it. Problem is, this is Pansy we're talking about, yeah? She's got everything in triplicates. What's her mates to bloody do, right?

Reckon there's three ways we can go about this. One, we, her mates, not do anything and let you entertain her all day, which I'd wager that's what she'd prefer, but I'm not for giving her what she wants. Two, we throw a small dinner party, dress to the nines, I flirt with her mum again all evening, she makes pouty faces and is generally miserable, and we end it with a raucous game of bridge. All sounds well and good, but I'm not for ruining her day either.

Now three - three's genius. We throw a party, but not just any old run-of-the-mill party. A costumed one. With a few exclusions, we'd leave the invite open, people can bring people, my mum'll have a coronary, it'll be fucking fantastic. We can fill the pool with jelly, teach the house elves how to belly slide and balance their trays at the same time, make a few floats, throw in a few horses and the like. Maybe a creative ice sculpture or two. Streamers everywhere. Think carnival, mate. Ever been to one? My mum took me to one with I was nine. Brilliant. Loud. Thriving. Everything Pansy'll cringe at but thank the lot of us later for a brill night. Did I mention the costumes? They're the high point, sure.

What say you?

[millicent-b-.livejournal.com]

There will be no costumes.

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Ace suggestion. We'll make it a nude party instead.

[millicent-b-.livejournal.com]

Here is a new directive. You are no longer in charge. Starting now you have been relieved of your planning duties.

[http://users.livejournal.com/mike_corner_/]

Too late.

[millicent-b-.livejournal.com]

I look forward to your disembowlment.

You forgot Pansy, O Witty One.

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Cheers, my Sarcastic Sidekick.

There. Minor oversight. All taken care of now.

When Pansy's handing out the accolades later, I'll be sure to mention your hand in it.

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