Caesar's Palace:

Challenges by the Dozen: Level 1

Challenge: Summer Olympics (Boxing)

Challenge: Build-a-Bears (Level 3: Lots of Stuffing - Word Count Minimum 1,000)

Challenge: Claw Machine (Sweet - bubbles, fluffy, hearth)


Bramblestar walked down the street, not caring how the rain beat down on his uncovered head. His hair was soaking wet and dripping down his neck. He came to a stop in front of a small storefront at the end of the sidewalk. Pushing open the glass doors, he stepped inside, shooting a glare at the cashier currently working. Bramblestar headed towards the back of the store, where the post-Valentine's Day flowers and cards were mixed in with the bubbles that were sold for 19 cents each year-round. He picked a bouquet of multicolored carnations and a card with a picture of a cartoon princess with pink hair. He brought them to the counter and pulled his wallet out from his back pocket.

"Date night." Bramblestar said, and handed his credit card to Ashfur. He glared at Bramblestar, but scanned the items and swiped his credit card. Three times.

"Ashfur, you had better refund me!" Bramblestar growled, leaning over the counter to threaten the ashy-haired man.

"Sorry, no refunds." Ashfur said, pushing forward a sign that read 'NO REFUNDS'.

"Ashfur, you had better refund me!" Bramblestar growled again, quickly loosing his patience. Ashfur clicked his tongue at him and pointed to the sign. Bramblestar climbed over the counter.

"Why are you doing this?" he asked, pushing the cashier into the wall. Ashfur glared at him, ramming a knee into the brown-haired man's stomach. He fell back against the counter.

"Squirrelflight should be mine!" Ashfur shrieked, attacking Bramblestar, who was curled up in a ball on the floor.

"Dude, you need to learn to let things go!" Bramblestar moaned, slowly getting up and running out of the store.


Bramblestar inserted the key into the lock on his front door. He pushed it open and stepped inside.

"Honey, I'm home!" he called, shutting the door. A tall, ginger haired woman came around the corner, wrapping her husband in a big hug. She had large, green eyes that made Bramblestar forget what he was talking about just by looking at them. Squirrelflight pushed away from Bramblestar, but kept her hands on his shoulders. She studied his face.

"What happened to your eye?" she asked, a hint of worry in her voice.

"Ashfur." Bramblestar said with a grimace. "I headed down to the flower shop to get you something. He was working the front counter, and he charged me three times for my stuff. Then proceeded to attack me." Squirrelflight frowned.

"We should sue." she sniffed and turned around. She sat down on the white loveseat in front of the fireplace. Bramblestar put his keys on the kitchen counter, then headed into the living room to have a seat next to his wife.

"We're still going out tonight, right?" Squirrelflight asked, looking sideways at Bramblestar. He smiled softly at her.

"Yes, of course. I wouldn't dare miss a date night with you." He placed an arm around the ginger's neck. She giggled and leaned her head on his shoulder. Bramblestar kissed her on the head, letting the smell of her shampoo please his nose. As they watched the crackling blaze on the hearth, he couldn't help think that he was glad that Squirrelflight had chosen him and not Ashfur.


"One table for two." Bramblestar told the maître d', his arm wrapped around Squirrelflight's waist. They had both dressed up, as this was a rather fancy restaurant. You had to make a reservation at least five weeks in advance if you wanted to get in. The maître d' nodded and led the couple to their seats. The table was small and was tucked into a corner, with a burning yellow candle atop its white table cloth. The chairs were a dark brown wood with a soft red cushion placed on top. Bramblestar pulled out a chair for his wife, who giggled and sat down.

"This place is so fancy! So beautiful!" Squirrelflight sighed happily, placing both elbows on the table and her chin on her hands. Bramblestar smiled at her and sat. She was definitely a hopeless romantic. A tall waiter came by their table. He had a strong French accent.

"Hello, I'm Pierce and I'll be your waiter today." he said. "Can I start you off with something to drink?"

"I think we'd like some wine," Bramblestar answered, grinning over at his wife. Pierce nodded and left the couple alone at the table.

"Are you sure your eye is going to be fine?" Squirrelflight asked worriedly. "It's purple, you know." Bramblestar shrugged.

"I'm fine, it doesn't really hurt." That was a lie. The pain in his eye was one of the most violent and unpleasant things he had ever felt in his life. He seriously needed to put some ice on it, but he didn't want to ruin Squirrelflight's night by ending it early. The ginger looked at him skeptically, but changed the topic.

"The symphony sounds pretty good, no?" she asked dreamily, glancing over to the staff playing live music.

"All but one..." Bramblestar chuckled. One of the people playing violin did not sound elegant or beautiful, but more like a dying cat. Still, it was the effort that counts. Squirrelflight giggled, giving Bramblestar a smile that made his heart melt into his shoes. Pierce came back by their table, and brought them a metal bucket filled with ice and two bottles of wine. They thanked the waiter.

"You're welcome. What can I get for you to eat tonight?" he asked, taking a pad of paper out of his pocket.

"We've decided on the lobster." Bramblestar told the waiter, who wrote down the order and left. Bramblestar turned back to his wife, who had taken a bottle of wine from the bucket and was pouring it into two glasses.

"Cheers!" she said, tapping her glass against Bramblestar's.


The couple's night had been amazing- the wine, the food, the music. Bramblestar watched as Squirrelflight hung her fluffy evening coat on the rack and came to sit by him. He wrapped an arm around her, holding her close. They sat like that for a while, until the ginger got up from the couch, walking into the kitchen.

"Where are you going?" Bramblestar called after her.

"I'm getting you some ice!"