jay_moose

 First off, happy birthday! Thank you for almost over half a decade of your friendship, creativity, and experiences.

Almost over half a decade. Hell, it's been more than 5 years...

holy crap!

Sadly, i can't repay you with as epicness as you've given me, so here's a small bit of fic from the prompt you gave me. 

Title: (None yet)

Fandom: SPN/Jeeves & Wooster

Characters: Gabriel, Jeeves, Bertie (slightly onesided J/W for now), Castiel, Sam, Dean

Summary: Jeeves and Gabriel swap bodies. Let's see how they cope with that.


Warnings: POV switching (Third to first person), Unbeta'ed, and incomplete)

( Read on, Macduff )

Dear Friend,

About 2 weeks ago, we made plans to get together and do something on 2/25. Y'know, my birthday?

Over two weeks, even. And yeah, we were gonna do some..girly stuff like..nails and hair. And then i realized, why the hell would i do something on my birthday that i don't even like?

Plus, i don't drive, and my mom was going to be working, and my dad was going to be in NY. So instead of sitting around the house, i'd do something. Whatever. Yeah.

Then we agreed to do something in the afternoon, so you could drive, right?

Of course right.

So now, lemme get this straight. You..want me...to come 45 minutes out of my way to you...because Desert Ridge is 'too far for you to drive'?

Recap. Scottsdale to you, 45 minutes.

You to Desert Ridge, 25 minutes, tops.

And now you're trying to get me to..compromise? The day before?

I'm not a picky person. But right now, i reserve the right to make a bitchyface  at you.

*bitchface*

~ She who is making a bitchface
Me

besides being beyond, beyond, beyond uncharacteristic of me, i'm thinking of indulging in a..spa day the morning of 2/25.

I mean, Parents  are going to be working, it's my day off, (and i suppose it beats sitting around at home alone on my birthday)

So, i suppose it's a bit of the apocolypse?

Hair, nails, toes..possibly a dash of...i don't know. Head to a nail place.

I just scared myself, a bit.

Mom and Heather should be pleased, though.

Right, then.