Ger's Birthday...... part 4

by Stephni:

      The party is now in full swing, Geraint at the Piano, playing for his 
fans. Nick and all his clones dancing to the music with their fans. Nat 
and Alycia talking to David. Tracy vying with Mommy Teri for Vachon. 
LaCroix near the balcony with his followers. 
      Suddenly, Tristan comes running in, breathing hard with sweat pouring 
off him in rivers. His clothes are a mess, and he is missing a shoe. 
      He quickly scans the room, and the moment he finds his master, he runs 
over and hides behind him. LaCroix looks down at his apprentice, 
eyebrow arched. "And what, pray tell, are you doing?" 
      "It wasn't {gasp} my fault {pant}honest. Please master, {gasp} you 
have to hide me, {pant} she wants to kill me." 
      Lacroix, intriqued over what his apprentice had done this time asked, 
"Just who, and why is someone daring to harm MY apprentice?" 
      Tristan looked red, whether or not it was from embarrassment or from 
running , it was hard to tell. "Ummm...well, you know my aunt Steph has 
been sick and hasn't been allowed to work since last August right?" At 
Lacroix's nod, he continued. "Well she finally got permision to go 
back to work on the 13th of this month, and well you know that little cold 
I had around that time?" LaCroix nodded, having a good idea now as to what 
the problem might be. Listmommy 'Nay put a hand over her mouth to hide her 
smile. 
     "Well I was kinda, well you know grounded. I mean I couldn't do 
ANYTHING! And I had this STUPID COLD. The only time I could watch t.v. was 
when someone else was watching it and let me join them. Same with the 
computer. And well the next week was spring break, and well I couldn't GO 
anywhere, or do anything except my chores, and I knew if I complained about 
it, I would end up doing extra chores...like walls.....ceilings...windows...
you know. Anyway I asked Steph if I could spend some time with her, maybe 
watch some t.v. maybe if I was lucky and she was in a good mood, check my 
e-mail....you know sorta hang out together." Tristan looked up at his 
master and decided he had better finish his explanation quickly, before 
LaCroix got angry as well. 
      "Well, Steph HATES friday the 13th's, she says that Murphy keeps 
attacking her on those days. And this time, she woke up with my cold, 
by Monday she was trying to hack her lungs out and ended up having to stay 
home all week 'cause she was sick, only now she has found out it's 'cause 
the cold I gave her has turned into bronchitis, which means that she has to 
wait till the end of go back to looking for work, and lets just say she
is..."   
      Everyones looks up as the soundsystem comes on. 
  
      
"TRI...{HACK...COUGHCOUGHCOUGHCOUGH...WHEEZE} TRISTAN!!!!! {WHEEZE...
COUGHCOUGH...HACK... COUGHCOUGH}...GET BACK HERE!!!{COUGHCOUGHCOUGH" 
  
      Tristan looks frantically up at his master. "Please sir?" 
      "I will talk to her AFTER the party, until then, you are on your own. 
Now go." 
      Everyone watches in amusement as Tristan scoots past his master and 
heads out the other door. LaCroix shakes his head slightly in amusement as 
everyone goes back to what they had been doing. 
  
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By RavensFyre:
  
RavensFyre slid to a halt outside the ballroom door after her short run 
through the castle halls.  She was already out of favor with the General for 
her earlier appearance.  Having him see her running into the ballroom would 
*not* improve the situation. 

She only hoped she hadn't missed too much of the party.  It had taken 
entirely too long to scrub the dirt from beneath her nails.  Not that it 
helped anything because her hands were still stained purple from dead 
heading the petunias.  She finally had to ask Janette if she could borrow a 
pair of her long gloves. 

If only she had thought of gloves while doing the petunias. 

But Janette graciously loaned her a pair that matched her emerald gown 
perfectly. 

Taking a deep breath and smoothing out her gown she calmly enters the 
ballroom.  Hoping to avoid the General for a little while longer so her heart 
can stop racing, she tries to simultaneously hide behind and pretend to 
rearrange on of her floral displays. 

No such luck.  The ever watchful LaCroix sees her enter immediately. Excusing 
himself from Listmommy 'Nay he approaches flustered RavenFyre. 

"I have always known" He begins as he casually plucks a sprig of baby's 
breath from the arrangement. "That somewhere under all that dirt, was a woman 
as lovely as the flowers she grows."  He then kisses her lips, places the 
baby's breath in her hair, and offers his arm.  "May I have this dance?" 

RavensFyre, blushing at the compliment, takes his arm.  "Yes, thank you."   
She says.  And for one dance at least there is only her and the General.

 
to be continued...........