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You're the PANTS that I want

Ten

30 secs later

RoRo's house is quite literally Viking heaven. Sven must feel as if he's gone back to Sven land!

'Blimey,' Dave grinned from next to me.

I nodded like a noddy thing on nodding tablets.

'It's... And the horns!' I gasped in amazement. Had RoRo done all of this for Dave and me?

Dave laughed and took my hand. 'Come on Kitty Kat, I'm sure the party's much more interesting inside.'

We walked past an inflatable Santa and Snowman wearing fur and Viking horns as we approached the door. I was concentrating so much on Dave's hand in mine that I didn't notice the bearded fool pounce on me until we were on the ground.

'Gee!' Rosie yelled excitedly from on top of me. Her face was so close to mine that my eyes went cross eyed trying to look at her. I must have looked like cross eyed Gordy. Without the fur. And the tail.

'Corr, get a room you two lessies,' Dave grinned down at us. Rosie turned to give him a stern cross eyed look, which was ineffective because of her fabulous Viking beard.

And then we were joined my none other than Sven!

He picked Rosie and me up from the floor so quickly that I blinked and missed it. The next thing I knew, I was over his shoulder, knickers proudly in the air, and Rosie was under his arm.

'HORRRRRRRRNN!!!' he yelled cheerfully, carrying us both inside. I struggled to pull my skirt down and ignore Dave who was laughing like a loon on loon tablets.

10 mins later

Sven has only just released me. Rosie managed to pry him away from me with snacks and snogging.

I think he'd been attempting some king of dance where I was a substitute glowstick, but I'm not sure.

'You OK, sex kitty?' Dave purred in my ear. Not purred as in like a cat, you fools! It was a sexy purr that made me go all tingerly.

'I think I'll recover,' I laughed, quite glad to have my feet back on the floor.

'That's good. I think it's too late for me to get my money back if you fault now.' I swatted him on the shoulder playfully. 'Ooh,' Dave grinned, pulling me close. 'My kitty's getting violent.'

'And my laugh's being a prat,' I smirked just before our lips touched. We started at 4, but soon moved on to 5 with a touch of 6. I could have snogged him all night but far too soon we were interrupted by the voley ones.

'Gee. GEE!' Jas yelled in my ear, making me spring away from Dave as if he had electrocuted me.

'What Jas?! Can't you see I'm busy?'

I really should replace the fringy vole as my best friend, she has zilch respect for me. Honestly, I think a mouse would be a better friend than her.

'Well I'm sorry for trying to be your best friend,' she huffed, her face growing red in anger.

I sighed in annoyance and looked at Dave, but he was already in a conversation with Tom and Rollo who had appeared from somewhere or other.

'Jassy Spazzy, you know you're my best friend,' I told her, throwing my arm around her shoulder cheerfully.

'Good, because I have a present for you.'

A Present? For me?

1 min later

I love Jas!

A whole bag of midget jems to myself.

Now that's what a best friend is for.

10 mins later

I don't know where Dave's gone, but I'm happily surrounded my the Ace Gang and Sven. We are doing the Viking version of Let's go down to the Disco and a huge space has been cleared on the 'dance floor' so that nobody gets squashed (mainly by Sven and his shiny Sven trousers.)

1 min later

'Ladies and Gents, Vikings and...uh... Sven. Kitty Kats and bearded fools, if you could refrain from using the Piddly-diddly Department and Poo parlour division – and no, that doesn't give you permisson to go for a waz on Rosie's carpet (the plant pots however...) – I'd like to nick a couple of your minutes.'

Oh my Giddy God's Uncle.

Dave's begun his speech.

And he looks so groovy standing on the coffee table.

'As you know, this Viking party is in honor of Gee and I throwing away our Horns–'

'–Oo-er,' yelled Rosie and Mabs.

'Quite so!' Dave agreed with a laugh. 'Now we all know there's enough of Georgia's conk and nunga-nungas to go around, but I'd like to tell you all that I am selfishly taking her all for myself. In Gee's own language, she is double cool with knobs,' – another round of Oo-er's erupted – 'and I feel that we should celebrate this fact with a song.'

I stared at Dave in a speechless way. Surly he wasn't go to sing, right?

Wrong.

'I got pants.

They're multiplyin'.

And I'm losin' control.

'Cause the power

you're supplyin',

it's electrifyin'!'

20 secs later

Dave has quite a groovy voice. Sure it's not Stiff Dylans quality but still!

And he's all mine.

'You're the PANTS that I want,' Dave sang loudly, making the ace gang burst out in applause and then join in.

Somehow I found myself pushed to the front of the crowd where Dave pulled me up onto the coffee table. I do hope it doesn't break. Rosie's parents wouldn't be best pleased.

Which would mean no more parties!

Ah well.

'You're the PANTS that I want!' Everyone was singing now. It was actually really fun

20 mins later

Dave and I are sitting outside on the wall taking a breather. Things are getting insanely crazy inside. It is vair amusing.

'You have quite a groovy voice,' I told him.

'Well thank you Mrs Laugh,' he grinned.

'You're welcome Mr Laugh.'

And then the lip nibbling began!