An obsessional attitude coupled with no money meant that I listened to Byan Adam's CD: Byran Adam's Unplugged for months, and fell in love with the blues mix he has on it. The lyrics are used without permission.

The characters of Methos, Duncan, etc, etc all belong to someone else and I don't mean to step on their toes, so please don't waste everybodies time as we have no money! The characters of Adriane and Stone belong to themselves and are used here with their permission.

All comments can be sent to the author (tori) or Adriane.

Birthday Wishes © 1998

Vancouver, December 20th

Adriane shrank back, leaning against Adam’s lean body, feeling very vulnerable with his hands covering her eyes. Tentatively, she walked forward as directed, taking small searching steps as Adam whispered encouragingly in her ear. Entering some kind of building she halted obediently, her sense stretched to their limit, aware of a vague rustling sound emanating from all sides. Blinking rapidly as Adam removed his hands, she peered nervously around the large room, screeching as people converged on her screaming “surprise!” Falling back, she was gratified to feel Adam’s arms gently fold about her as, recovering, she belatedly recognised Joe’s bar ... and walking towards her, leaning heavily on his canes was the owner himself, his bearded face split into a huge grin. Around him her friends and family were gathered and above them a huge gaily coloured banner, the words “Happy Birthday Adriane” scrawled across it. Pulling her into a huge bear hug and planting a sloppy kiss on her cheek she grinned as he whispered, “Happy two thousand, ninety-third birthday Ari.”

Drawing back to laugh, she replied, “Oh, it’s so nice of you to remember!” Glancing around the crowded room she was astonished to see two long tables set up, one bowing under the weight of all the food piled on top and the other covered in brightly coloured gift wrapped presents. “You shouldn’t have.” She exclaimed, quite insincerely, drawing a laugh from those who knew her well. Swept away to the bar she leant back against Adam, raising her small face to demand a kiss. Obliging her, he was startled to feel her tiny hands reaching up to clutch at his shoulders with a surprising strength as she deepened the kiss. Resting his forehead against her as the kiss ended, his hands gently stroking her back.

“I take it you organised this? Shall I kill you now, or later?” She laughed, delighted at the effort he’d gone to. Grinning, Adam swept an extravagant looking bow.

“As you wish.”



Hours, and several alcoholic beverage later, Joe pulled the birthday girl up onto the raised area he called a stage. Tapping the microphone to get everyone’s attention he announced that she would be making a speech. Adriane backed hurriedly away from the mic, waving her hands in refusal, vaguely aware that Joe had taken a seat and was plucking at his guitar. Leaning forward, grinning, he declared that, in that case, she would sing them all a song. Too late, Adriane realised she was trapped on stage as the guests swarmed to the stage, Adam, Stone, and Duncan in front.

“No, Joe ... I, uh. Joe!” Her tone became desperate. “Joe, I. No, please!”

The band played the introduction twice as Adriane alternatively threw glaring and pleading glances in Joe’s direction. Opening her mouth hesitantly, acutely aware that her singing voice was most definitely not the best in the world, she reached for the microphone.

“He ... he’s got a nasty reputation
and a ta, talent for sin.”

She glanced back at Joe, grinning as he winked at her.

“He’s the kind of tr, trouble - I like to be in.”

Her body began to sway in time to the blues music the talented band behind her was producing, her movements enticing.

“I wanna be his lover - I wanna be his slave.
He’s the kinda man makes me wanna misbehave!”

Her voice became confident and more assured, as she drew the last word out, savouring it as she stared directly at Adam. Her voice was soft, and husky, not totally unpleasant to listen to.

“He said ‘I’ll give ya what you want, girl
but let’s make it understood
If you wanna be bad - yeah, you gotta be good.”

She drew the line out softly, relishing the words, glancing at Joe again, sighing a breath of relief that he’d mentioned this part of the evening to her at least, giving her a chance to chose the song.

“He says ‘there’ll be no lyin’ - no foolin’ around’,
there’ll be no seven days weekends - no nights on the town’.”

Her voice became stronger as she built up to the crescendo.

“He said ‘that’s the way I want it - that’s the way it’s gotta be
if yer lookin’ for trouble - better get it from me
So get on your knees girl - and do what you should
If you wanna be bad yeah you gotta be good’!”

The band went into a small instrumental section as she danced on the stage, laughing in delight as Adam and Duncan jumped up to join her.

“Gotta be bad, baby - if ya wanna be good!”

Adam pulled her to him, melding their hips as they swayed in time to the music. The audience went wild at the sight, and grinning Duncan decided to join in. Reaching down he pulled Stone from the audience and swung her up into his arms. Grinding his hips against hers he then stepped back to spin her, laughing. Adam lifted Adriane, wrapping her legs around his waist as they danced, sneaking a quick kiss at the same time. Engrossed in the dance, she was surprised to hear someone on a harmonica enter the song. Hissing at Adam to put her down, however reluctantly, she reached up to claim his mouth briefly before stepping forward to grab the mic again, distantly aware that Duncan and Adam had melted away into the background.

“Let’s make a night - to remember
from January to December.”

The beat changed as they launched into a new song, melded to the end of the first one.

“Let’s make love - to excite us,
a memory - to ignite us.”

Behind her, two male voices joined in to offer backing vocals and puzzled she turned to see who. Her jaw dropped in amazement as she saw Duncan and Adam stepping in time to the music, their fingers clicking at each move as they sung their hearts out .... badly.

“let’s make honey baby - soft and tender
let’s make sugar darlin’ - sweet surrender
let’s make a night - to remember
let’s make a night - to remember
let’s make love - to excite us
let’s make a night - to remember
let’s make a night - to remember - all life long!”

The muscicians wound down the song in a long, drawn out manner, enjoying the audiences reaction. Turning to grin at Joe and the band she held up a hand, counting them back in.

“Two, three, four! Let’s make a night, baby. Let’s make a night, uhuh, uhuh, uhuh, yeah! All night long!!”

Trying very hard not to laugh as she struggled to continue singing, she finally made it to the end of the song, bowing - her face incredulous - as the captive audience applauded them like mad, demanding an encore.

“How about YMCA?” She asked, innocently. “I know Adam here can dance up a storm!” Laughing so hard she nearly fell over, she screeched as the object of her desire grabbed her, swinging her off the stage before she could say anymore and dragged her back to the bar for birthday cake.