Don't judge Clucky now Maxie

Both of y'all's cuteness knows no bounds

Ahem ...

T: I've never met a cake I didn't like.

"Mr. Simian, you will of course be manning the entrance. No undesirables, please," Tiffany explained, happily in her element. Clipboard in hand she was showing the giant talking gorilla where he would be stationed as the official 'bouncer' for the ball. He towered over her and about everyone else being a tall beast but his manner was entirely gentlemanly.

"I have to say, I do admire your tastes in clothing," Tiffany added, "Prada?"

"Nothing so trite. Armani," the ape replied as he stood hunched leaning on his massive knuckles.

"I'd love to see Teddy get past that," she whispered.

"Ma'am?"

"Mr. Simian, you're in charge, and we will be trusting to your discretion," Tiffany was all business manner again. She walked into the grand ballroom and started addressing the decorators and the designers about the decor and the last minute frills.

Outside, Seamus and Dean walked past. Dean following an angry Seamus who had his hands buried in his pockets, wearing his stubborn Irish pride on his sleeve, and his necktie undone, trying to stop him before he ran out the door.

"Seamus, don't be unreasonable!" Dean yelled after him.

Seamus of course was beyond trying to be reasonable, he was downright unreasonable for a reason, now wasn't he? People didn't wake up without reason, no they had to have a reason to be unreasonable didn't they? And indeed he had one. In his anger, however, he couldn't recollect what it was just that he was angry at Dean, however, unreasonable that might seem, for a reason.

"Boy, if you don't stop I'll hex your bloody ars!" he screamed.

This of course, did not bode well.

Ottery for his part smiled wickedly. In the back of the ballroom against the speakers backdrop framed and beautiful would be St. Valentine's wretched little painting for all the world to see, an open invitation to theft. If that wasn't enough incentive for certain parties to arrive and make mischief there was also going to be around the neck of a very reluctant guest the Eye of Azaroth. ( to Kelly) Oh but it was going to be a glorious ball and there would be chocolate and ample retribution to go around. Did he really think that he could take Ottery's place and steal his operatives, his friends and act in such a liberated manner? No, there would be the devil to pay, and Ottery was just the devil to collect. All would be resolved tonight at the ball.

And so ... came the night of the ball. The afternoon waned and the sun set so that night shone brightly over the brightest city of lights. The carriages began to arrive promptly at nine o'clock for what would prove a disastrously funny romantic affair. The red carpet marvelously hid the scorch marks from the spells Seamus and Dean had used on one another.

♥ O: Love's complicated stick to chocolate, it's always good and if you argue with it just eat it. ♥

Next: Probably not the conclusion but close enough to it.