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Stoker and Stalkers: Innocent joy
Thursday night, Kitty and Jamie make some plans. And so does someone else.
"Hey," Jamie said speculatively, nibbling one of his potato chips into a little jack-o-lantern face. "Are we doing anything for Halloween? I mean, did you have any ideas, or were you just thinking we stay in and catch whatever craziness they have at the mansion this year, or what?"
Kitty sipped at her soda, considering. "I don't have any real plans. Haven't even settled on a costume yet. Just catching whatever's fine with me, though. Unless you had a better idea?"
"Damn, I was hoping you'd have a costume idea." Jamie grinned, offering her the chipolantern. "I do have a possible plan, though, yeah--this guy Mark, in my theater class? He's throwing what sounds like a pretty decent party. Low idiot quotient on the guest list, and Mark's got pretty good taste in music. What do you think?"
"I'm always in favor of things which have a low idiot quotient, yes. Plus it'd be nice to meet some of the people in your classes. Everybody in mine know who you are, what with the month you spent tooking notes." She eyed the chipolantern, then grinned. "You're a strange boy, love. As for costumes... um, it's not like there's been anything fabulous this year in the mass media line to copy."
"And yet those girls still thought I was a creepy stalker. No accounting for taste. Mark's a good guy, though, I think you'll like him." Jamie scratched his chin thoughtfully. "Costume, costume, lessee, something that'd look really freaking hot on you . . ." He snapped his fingers. "Nightwing and Batgirl? I'll wear spandex if you will."
Kitty laughed. "Definitely no accounting for taste, but it's not like you ever sat in on dance class." She wrinkled her nose at the suggestion. "We did comic heros last year, though. Maybe we should go the other way? Leave the modern and do one of the classics? Although it's way too cold for Tarzan and Jane, so I'm vetoing that straight off."
"Definitely too cold, and as the person who would've been wearing nothing but a loincloth I thank you." Jamie thought for a minute. "Damn, probably also too cold for John Carter and Dejah Thoris, what with the whole, y'know, Martian princess bikini thing."
"Most definitely," Kitty said firmly. "All things which involve me in a bikini in late October are right out. Hmmm... Hey, you could go as Bond, James Bond." Maybe she could get him into a tux... "I'd suggest Bond and, ahem, Kitty Galore, but I fail to be a busty blonde."
Jamie grinned. "You're trying to get me into a tux again, I can tell. Well, hrm. Brunette Bond girls . . . I won't insult you by
suggesting Christmas Jones, but how about Solitaire from Live and Let Die? Jane Seymour's classy." He grinned. "Or hey, there's always Plenty O'Toole from Diamonds are Forever."
"Hmmm, yeah, I could maybe pull of Plenty. There would be padding involved, but my self esteem can handle that." Because no way in hell would anyone ever look at Kitty and say 'You certain are [Plenty].' Too many years of dancing. "Esspecially as I don't here you objecting to being gotten into a tux."
"You're plenty enough for me, anyway." Jamie leaned over for a kiss. "And I'm not objecting to the shuit, my dear, becaushe the Bond in question is Mr. Sean Connery, and I've shpent yearsh working on my impression."
Kitty giggled at Jamie's remarkably good scottish accent. Or, at least, his good Connery accent. "Moira and Rahne may have words with you if you go around talking like that. And ugh, have you seen pictures of the new Bond? I object most strenuously. Brosnan was good."
"See, and now I want to go try that, just to see their expressions. Except Rahne runs faster than me." Jamie wrinkled his nose. "Yeah, the Tomb Raider guy? Yech. I liked Brosnan."
"You are not allowed to get yourself thwaped by a pretty Scottish redhead. Either of them. I like you un-thwaped." Mostly done with dinner, Kitty was just sort of pushing the remains around on her plate, trying to decide if she was still hungry or not.
Jamie grinned and nabbed some of her leftovers. "It'd be just light thwapping, they like me. So that's a decision, then? Mark's party on Halloween, James Bond and Plenty O'Toole?" He snickered. "I can't say that with a straight face."
Kitty laughed. "She's a Bond girl, I don't think you're supposed to be able to say it with a straight face..."
---
Several people gave the thin skulking figure startled looks when chuckled in triumph and more than a few edged away. He didn't notice, straining as he was to hear every word of the planning. He was growing ever more ravenous, unwilling to lower his standards to sample a lesser creature. But he would slake his hunger very soon. A party...what a perfect opportunity. The dark gods were surely working in his favor, bringing her to a place that would allow him to claim her as his own.
"Hey," Jamie said speculatively, nibbling one of his potato chips into a little jack-o-lantern face. "Are we doing anything for Halloween? I mean, did you have any ideas, or were you just thinking we stay in and catch whatever craziness they have at the mansion this year, or what?"
Kitty sipped at her soda, considering. "I don't have any real plans. Haven't even settled on a costume yet. Just catching whatever's fine with me, though. Unless you had a better idea?"
"Damn, I was hoping you'd have a costume idea." Jamie grinned, offering her the chipolantern. "I do have a possible plan, though, yeah--this guy Mark, in my theater class? He's throwing what sounds like a pretty decent party. Low idiot quotient on the guest list, and Mark's got pretty good taste in music. What do you think?"
"I'm always in favor of things which have a low idiot quotient, yes. Plus it'd be nice to meet some of the people in your classes. Everybody in mine know who you are, what with the month you spent tooking notes." She eyed the chipolantern, then grinned. "You're a strange boy, love. As for costumes... um, it's not like there's been anything fabulous this year in the mass media line to copy."
"And yet those girls still thought I was a creepy stalker. No accounting for taste. Mark's a good guy, though, I think you'll like him." Jamie scratched his chin thoughtfully. "Costume, costume, lessee, something that'd look really freaking hot on you . . ." He snapped his fingers. "Nightwing and Batgirl? I'll wear spandex if you will."
Kitty laughed. "Definitely no accounting for taste, but it's not like you ever sat in on dance class." She wrinkled her nose at the suggestion. "We did comic heros last year, though. Maybe we should go the other way? Leave the modern and do one of the classics? Although it's way too cold for Tarzan and Jane, so I'm vetoing that straight off."
"Definitely too cold, and as the person who would've been wearing nothing but a loincloth I thank you." Jamie thought for a minute. "Damn, probably also too cold for John Carter and Dejah Thoris, what with the whole, y'know, Martian princess bikini thing."
"Most definitely," Kitty said firmly. "All things which involve me in a bikini in late October are right out. Hmmm... Hey, you could go as Bond, James Bond." Maybe she could get him into a tux... "I'd suggest Bond and, ahem, Kitty Galore, but I fail to be a busty blonde."
Jamie grinned. "You're trying to get me into a tux again, I can tell. Well, hrm. Brunette Bond girls . . . I won't insult you by
suggesting Christmas Jones, but how about Solitaire from Live and Let Die? Jane Seymour's classy." He grinned. "Or hey, there's always Plenty O'Toole from Diamonds are Forever."
"Hmmm, yeah, I could maybe pull of Plenty. There would be padding involved, but my self esteem can handle that." Because no way in hell would anyone ever look at Kitty and say 'You certain are [Plenty].' Too many years of dancing. "Esspecially as I don't here you objecting to being gotten into a tux."
"You're plenty enough for me, anyway." Jamie leaned over for a kiss. "And I'm not objecting to the shuit, my dear, becaushe the Bond in question is Mr. Sean Connery, and I've shpent yearsh working on my impression."
Kitty giggled at Jamie's remarkably good scottish accent. Or, at least, his good Connery accent. "Moira and Rahne may have words with you if you go around talking like that. And ugh, have you seen pictures of the new Bond? I object most strenuously. Brosnan was good."
"See, and now I want to go try that, just to see their expressions. Except Rahne runs faster than me." Jamie wrinkled his nose. "Yeah, the Tomb Raider guy? Yech. I liked Brosnan."
"You are not allowed to get yourself thwaped by a pretty Scottish redhead. Either of them. I like you un-thwaped." Mostly done with dinner, Kitty was just sort of pushing the remains around on her plate, trying to decide if she was still hungry or not.
Jamie grinned and nabbed some of her leftovers. "It'd be just light thwapping, they like me. So that's a decision, then? Mark's party on Halloween, James Bond and Plenty O'Toole?" He snickered. "I can't say that with a straight face."
Kitty laughed. "She's a Bond girl, I don't think you're supposed to be able to say it with a straight face..."
---
Several people gave the thin skulking figure startled looks when chuckled in triumph and more than a few edged away. He didn't notice, straining as he was to hear every word of the planning. He was growing ever more ravenous, unwilling to lower his standards to sample a lesser creature. But he would slake his hunger very soon. A party...what a perfect opportunity. The dark gods were surely working in his favor, bringing her to a place that would allow him to claim her as his own.