Silver-Willow and Britta Summers sat cross-legged on their family carpet, sat close to the fireplace, looking excited. The child-like gleam in their eyes made their fathers chuckle. They both had their blonde curls in plaits and decorated with pink flower hairclips.
They didn't look a thing like their dark-haired, bright-eyed fathers. Once they found out how genetics worked, it may well become clear to them they were adopted, if the fact they had no mother wasn't clear enough. The two girls sat side by side in colourful party dresses, looking directly at their two fathers with identical brown eyes. It was almost time for the party, and they watched Ryan Navara and Bertie Summers pull on their coats and shoes.
"C'mon kids, time to go!" Ryan called, sending Bertie to the front door to get the car started. It took a whole half hour to get both girls in the car and start off for a party.
They got to the building, an old tower that they hadn't been to for a couple of years. They hadn't told their old leader why they wanted her to meet them there, and a quick scan with eyes showed that Demon wasn't showing. Bertie smiled, turning a slow circle in the main room. Despite the hurried start (thank goodness the lads predicted it would take a while and shot to leave early) the other members of the old Titans team were still putting up decoration. Blessedfire seemed to be enjoying sticking bits of streamer, banner and tinsle to the ceiling, zooming around in a stream of dressy light purple. Bullion was over by the stack of presents, sorting them out into a neat display. There was a large amount of friction between Afton and Bullion, but the levitating Frenchman had insisted on coming. Belle was leaning against a window, listening to music. She rolled her eyes as Blessedfire showed off with a handful of ribbon and his little blasts and twirls. A telekinetic girl sat on a counter, eating unused cake frosting. This was Nightmare Sights, formerly Kid Nightmare. Close friends of Afton, and old friends from her hero academy days. Kurt and Eustacie sat in one corner with their daughter between them. Storme was checking out the music, none of which she was overly fond of, with her boyfriend, who had had very little contact with Afton. Addie, his wife and children were nearby, Addie himself talking happily to Lydia and Tazor, and a little dark-haired girl named Hannah Hart.
There was an odd silence considering the amount of children present. The Summers girls didn't know any of the other kids, and Tracey and the younger Wollstoncraft kids seemed to be scared of Hannah. Dee-Dee, however, seemed to be best friends with the curious girl.
Afton walked up the narrow path to her old tower. It wasn't that her team didn't last long, but so many of the members wanted to pursue a proper career, and they didn't want the superhero gig to mess with it. So they split off for a short time. It was simple as that. She made her way into the tower and along darkened hallways, whistling as she went. As she rounded a corner, she spotted the light from the other end of the hall, and with a slight sigh and a roll of her chocolate brown eyes she pushed the door open gently. That was when she was bombarded by the noisemakers, joyous shouts and confetti.
"I do love confetti." Came the cheerful coo of Bless as he landed beside Belle, beaming.
"'Appy birthday!" Pepinot yelled, enveloping her into one of his hugs. He latched his hand around her wrist and pulled her over to the middle of the room.
"Can we play party games?" Nightmare called, leaning forward and unveiling the cake. Afton felt herself grinning.
"Wow, guys...this is..."
"Wonderful?" Summers tried,
"Fantabulous?" Nightmare suggested.
"Yeah, sure whatever."
AND NOW, BECAUSE I'M NOT SURE WHAT ELSE TO DO, HAVE BLESSEDFIRE, DRUNK!
Curious. That was how the little alien boy would describe the liquid in these bottles. He stumbled back from his third drink, already feeling hazy. Demon had left these drinks out and said it was okay for Bless to have a few. He didn't predict that not long after they would have a Tamaranean sat just under the ceiling, wearing nothing but a top hat and underwear, singing some kind of folk song from his people.
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