War: DP:  Of Bunnies and Body Shots
Place: The UF's Party, by the bar mostly
Time: 11 'til 2, Tuesday into Wednesday

By: Cousin Mary


	Caro and Mary had just finished getting ready for the UF's party, they thought 
they looked pretty good.  But when Kimmer, Diehard nee Ravenette showed up, she took one 
look at them and gave a horrified shriek.

	"No!  Absolutely not!"  Kimmer circled around them both with a look on her face that plainly 
said that DPs should not be allowed to dress themselves.  "If you're coming with me tonight then we 
need to make some changes."

	And with that they were taken to some of the most exclusive boutiques in Toronto, so 
exclusive in fact Mary suspected they only catered to Ravenettes…  They were horribly assaulted 
under Kimmer's watchful eye and moments later they were spat back out onto the Toronto streets 
looking both fabulous and slightly disorientated and a bit panicky.

	"What the-?"  Caro looked down at her new ankle length scarlet red Japanese tea dress, 
she still had her boots (they hadn't been able to convince her to shed those) but her hair was now a 
deep blue with two locks dyed pure white hanging on either side of her face.  She had to admit 
though, she looked amazing.

	Mary wasn't too sure about her own fitted black silk tux.  It was tailored to fit her curves, 
but in the past Mary'd always worn short skirts to parties such as this, and pants just felt odd with 
heels.  The stylists insisted she looked great, and in heels she was insanely tall and elegant 
looking enough to be seen with even a Ravenette, but still…

	Kimmer just smiled at the sight of the two dazed looking Perks and smoothed down her 
own emerald velvet gown with the slit up one side.  And with a flick of her wrist the car service she'd 
order arrived and whisked them away to the Hive for the party.

	Once there the trio of spectacularly dressed women headed straight to the bar where they 
claimed seats to watch the crowd.  They looked around for Janette, as Kimmer was eager to speak 
with her, but the vampiress was no where to be found.

	"Well, this place looks great," Caro announced loudly, earning a few odd looks from those 
around.

	Mary nodded, turning to look down the bar for a server, "Oh my."

	"What?"  Kimmer followed Mary's gaze, "Oh my, my, my."

	"What are you both looking at?"  Caro leaned forward to peer down the bar as well.  She 
gasped, "Miklos."

	And sure enough the Greek bartender turned and gave the women a devastating smile 
before heading up to take their orders.   Mary and Caro were lost, staring openly now at the tuxedo 
clad vampire that had stolen their attention away from the main male characters of FK and focused 
it fully on his flowing black locks and oh so strong and swoon-worthy jaw line.

	Kimmer wasn't doing much better, but after a moment was able to breathlessly order, "A 
martini rossi asti spumonte, please."

	Mary and Caro sputtered something unintelligible, but the vampire seemed to take pity on 
them and bring them drinks as well.  Once beverages were in hand, and the object of their desire 
was out of earshot, the elegant women dissolved into a pack of teenage girls, giggling madly and 
making comments that most would consider well beneath their dignity.  

	But every few minutes Miklos would return with his irresistible smile, a flash of white 
against a perfect olive face, and refill their drinks.  No one was quite sure how many times this 
happened before the girls stopped waiting for Miklos to be out of earshot.

	"Come on," Caro leaned forward, giving the vampire an excellent view of her curves, "If you'd 
just take off your shirt… how about just the jacket?  Will you take off the jacket?"

	Miklos had pretty much abandoned serving the party in favor of basking in the three 
women's undivided attention.  If someone came up to the bar he'd get their drinks, but only if they 
were insistent.  His lips curled up in sort of a half smile as he slipped off his jacket, the white silk 
shirt underneath straining across his broad shoulders and he hung it on a hook beside the bar.

	Kimmer sighed happily and sipped her drink.  She always had a good time with the DP, 
sure they were boisterous, over-caffeinated and generally unruly, but hey, they were fun!  
She took another sip and almost snorted it out her nose when Mary asked the 
Greek if body shots were allowed.

	Mary was well into her best come on yet, and the bartender was looking 
more than a bit interested when the DP Godmommy's cell phone came to life with 
the Peter Gunn theme.  "Drat," The blonde muttered, grabbing the offending bit of 
plastic and turning away from the bar, "This better be good!"

	"Is that how you're answering the phone now?"  An amused Tracy Vetter 
asked over the line.

	"Oh, hi Tracy," Mary's eyes came up to meet Caro's worriedly. 

	Kimmer raised an eyebrow.  What were these two up to, the Diehard 
wondered.  She listened to half a conversation and watched as Mary got more 
sober and less enthused.  

	"Uh huh, uh huh."  Mary nodded, her eyes focused on nothing now as she 
listened intently.

	"Now?  As in now, now?"  She looked grim.

	"Yeah, me and Caro, we'll be there.  Bye."  Mary looked up, gave Miklos one 
last look of longing, like he was the last cupcake at the bake sale and turned to 
Kimmer with sad eyes.  "We have to go."

	"Why?"  The former Ravenette was surprised to say the least, why leave a 
great party like this?

	"I've got Tracy's spare keys and she needs to get into her apartment," Mary 
held up a set of keys on a bunny shaped chain.

	"Now?!"  Caro whined.

	"Believe it or not, Tracy doesn't want to spend all night in her hallway," Mary 
said wryly, "And if I have to go, so do you."

	Kimmer watched the battle of wills between the two young women, but 
eventually Caro didn't have the heart to send her friend off into the cold November 
night alone.   And so they left, and the Kimmer realized that she'd been left alone 
with Miklos.  Her eyes widened and she turned back to the bar.  The vampire 
smiled.

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Lucky Kimmer!!!!
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