Dinner and a show – SS.

Scene setting: The House of Red Velvet – SS.

co-written with Artie, Moo, and Temp.

 

Artie:  Bandit had already begun to be doubtful of this whole ordeal, now worried for her health and well-being. Though – if anything involved putting a collar on her, how would it have been good to begin with? She only held onto the small sliver of hope that it was loose enough to take off, though tight enough to not notice.. Though as they came to the table, Bandit’s eyes met that of her old master’s. Fear did not come to her, instead she felt anger and disgust. “Hope is all you have, after all.” This was a slight jab at his hope of getting his princess love that she had stolen from him.. this gave her pride, as it showed in her straightened posture and straight face. “I should have expected this. Seems you can’t get away from old loves, hmm?” The female would then sneer right back, before looking at him and spitting at his feet. She held no honor for this man – to her, he was the scum of the Earth. Anyone who claimed rights over another was absolute trash.. and thus, he was.

The ring did help her hangover, her head much clearer now.. perhaps it prevented drunkness as well? “Alright, let me go, I’ll be on my way out, soon. Clearly, this buffoon doesn’t know what he’s doing.” And so, Bandit would roll her eyes at Raul, turning to Eva and shaking herself from the other blonde’s grip. The thief would merely scoff again, displeased as she turned away from the warlock. Was he really worth her eyes’ time?

 

Temp:  Roxanne had a feeling that Narcissa would also agree to the ‘request’ from Pride, and was soon proven right. It seemed that the Lab would now have a steady supply of corpses and funds, which could only be considered a good thing. Now that this situation was settled she could get back to eating. She went ahead and continued to enjoy her meal, not really paying much attention to anything going on around her. Her eyes wandered up and away from her food, now focused on the Doctor. It seemed that he wanted to dance with her, something which she hadn’t expected…but was actually excited about. Instead of speaking her thoughts, she bounced up and down in her seat and nodded excessively. She wanted to make it clear to him that she was happy about this.
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Eva had a feeling that her presence would be made clear in good time, and sure enough it was. It took very little time for Raul to approach her and Bandit. “Swapped out the gift wrap for a quick and personal delivery.” There was actually a bow tie that she was going to put on Bandits head, but she looked crappy enough as it is. Walking around like someones precious pet wasn’t going to do her or Eva any good, so she decided against it. The words that the two were sharing meant nothing to her, but she kept her eyes on them both regardless. Obviously they had some sort of history, though she did not wish to know it. Her job was done. She nudged Bandit towards Raul when she turned to face her, keeping her Makarov pointed at her while she did so. “Job’s done then, me and my men will come by some other time…something important just came up.” The rest of the money that she was owed would likely be delivered to her in time. Raul didn’t seem like a fool, so crossing her would likely not happen. With her work done and her statement made, she holstered her weapon and turned to walk away. The crowd blocking her path was rather irritating, but she wouldn’t make a scene. Unless she was needed for something else she would now leave the building.

 

Moo:  Narcissa jumped from her seat quickly, nodding excitedly at the Doctor. Not a moment was wasted while she turned on her heels to the buffet table, where she would pile her plate with a variety of food. None of it would be wasted, so long as it tasted good! Employees stood about the table, describing the different delicacies. The monster didn’t care. She stepped around them and grabbed a handful of whatever, ignoring the tongs and looks that were shot her way. She was smiling happily, completely oblivious. “Food, food, food~!” she chanted while she practically skipped back to the table.
Narcissa’s plate was set on the table and she sat down, immediately picking up a particular meat to bite into. “..YUM!” She hummed merrily to herself while she chewed, pausing to swallow and take another bite. The plate would certainly be cleaned in no time.

 

Razorbackwriter:  “Job’s done then, me and my men will come by some other time…something important just came up.” The leader of the Anarchy Division announced, after giving Bandit a good little nudge not to try anything stupid. Raul seemed to be amused by Bandit’s crass spirit, and her spitting only left a slight smear on the floor at his feet. His luminous green eyes did catch sight of the collar around Bandit’s neck and this only made his smile widen. “Indeed it is. By all means, do return at your leisure when you are able to. I look forward to ensuring the entertainment and comfort to you and your men.”The Warlock bowed politely before Eva, then turned his attentions back to the wicked Bandit, who was causing the diamond dogs to snicker and point at her from their places at the table. Already they could see that the night was going to be even more lively than it had been before. The Warlock snapped his fingers sharply, which caused the collar around Bandit’s neck to tighten to a point where she would not be able to get her fingers between her flesh and the leather. That done, the Warlock then approached the girl, his masculine scent mixed with that of the cigar smoke and cologne worn.

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“I see you are sober, my little Bandit. How amusing. When I found you you were…how shall we say; well and truly wasted. You barely struggled as I took you. Sexual pursuits in a dark alley has a certain hedonistic charm to it, don’t you think?”

The Warlock walked around her slowly, then using his index finger he used it to press to her flesh and make her turn to view another table in the House of Red lust. A gentleman was seated opposite another red headed beauty and he was feeding her chocolate covered strawberries. She slowly licked away at the chocolate, teasing it with her tongue as the skirt of the table moved with the obvious signs that they were doing more than playing footsies. The man…looked familiar. Very familiar. In fact….he was the man of her dreams.

“What I liked was when you let me drink your nectar in the brothel. Though…you called me a different name. What was it? He tapped his lip as it would become clear that the man at the table looked a lot like Riley. Raul had probed Bandit’s mind enough to know what he looked like…and the collar squirted a small spray of mist towards Bandit’s face to help her see…..what the Warlock did. A mist that helped to trick the mind of the unwilling. The couple at the table were now leaning towards each other, kissing and petting whilst the music swirled and became more decadent in the foreground.

“Oh that’s right. Riley…Riley was his name. You remember…don’t you, my little bandit.”

The Warlock leaned into where Bandit stood, as the couple went to stand, and the courtesan was leading “Riley” off to one of the more private rooms. Riley looked back at Bandit and then he tossed down something on the table, before following the beauty off to the seclusion of a suite.

Watching this and Bandit’s reaction if it was how he would have suspected, the Warlock chuckled and said. “What are you waiting for? Are you going to flee the club….or see your long…lost…love?” The Warlock crossed his arms and waited for her answer.

House of Red Velvet : The Hell’s Kitchen lab table.

Never before had Wilhelm seen Narcissa enjoy herself as much as she appeared to over helping herself to a large serving of different foods from the buffet. It brought a smile to his face, and as he reached for his glass of wine, he raised it to toast his team. “To many nights like this one.”

At this the band struck up a fine tune. Violins playing sharply, and Wilhelm recognized the tune. The Masochism Tango. Grinning, he rose from his seat and walked around it, slipping off his dinner jacket and setting it over the back of the chair. The Good doctor reached for Roxanne’s hand and went to lead her onto the floor, which parted to allow the couple to dance.

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“WE DANCE!” Igor squeaked as he was ripped out of his chair and led to another part of the floor, where he was practically smothered by Trisha’s hairy bosom as she enveloped him in her arms and began to do her own version of the tango. All one could see was the flailing of Igor’s arm and the prominence of his hump sticking out behind him.

“Help…meeeeeee!”

~RB~

 

 

Special Delivery – SS

 

Scene setting : The House of Red Velvet.

co-written with Temp and Moo.

 

Temp:  The man that owned this place must have been rich…like super ultra mega rich. There were beautiful women everywhere and everything in the place looked so expensive. Part of her wondered how the Doctor would pay for this celebration of theirs, but it really didn’t matter. Roxanne, Wilhelm, Narcissa, and even Igor would enjoy the time they spent here. As soon as food was brought up she realized that she hadn’t even looked over the menu. A slight panic shot through her as she looked at all her friends nervously. Thankfully, the Doctor knew exactly what he wanted…why not just copy him?“Umm!…I want what he’s gettin!” She looked at the waiter and nodded her head up and down in further approval, happy with this decision.

 

Moo:  
Narcissa had been so occupied admiring her surroundings that she had barely noticed the waiters who flooded their table. She gasped while she let go of Igor with haste, only to pick up one of the crystal glasses and peer through it at the people around them, and then more of the decorations throughout the room. Material things were called such for a reason…but they sure were nice to look at! She set the glass down after the good Doctor made his order. Narcissa wouldn’t have to look through the menu to know what she wanted! At least, not after he had pointed out the all-you-can-eat buffet. Roxanne had just finished noting that she would have the same as the Doctor when the monster slapped her hand down on the table, causing the glasses nearby to tremble momentarily. “I want the buffet!” None of that food would go to waste, surely! Not with Narcissa here. She would try every single plate of food that table had to offer. And she would even grab seconds for desert! She loved the taste of sweets more than anything, and had to be altered so she could keep the food down. It hardly made sense to strangers that an undead would want to stuff themselves full…only to waste any nutrients a mortal could obtain through the food.

 

Razorbackwriter:  The Doctor chuckled at how Roxanne wanted the same meal that he was having. Easing back in his chair, he watched on with delight at how his staff were reacting to the wild antics inside the Red Velvet. This was no ordinary outing, since the Doctor was more of a TV dinner type of guy, but with the success of his latest creation he knew that as soon as word got out about his plans, that they would be racking in the gold. So, one night out was well worth the expense considering.

Outside of the Red Velvet, a familiar black carriage pulled up. It was none other than Vicomte de Valmont. Having been sent by the Prince of Pride to find the good Doctor, he had decided to pull into the best little club in all of Lust to wet his whistle and feed his need for female flesh. As luck would chance it, he was walking right into the perfection situation, with the Doctor already there with his staff. Valmont was going to be able to kill two birds with one stone.

The waiter took the orders as each put them forth, and it was with a bemused expression that he heard Narcissa shout that she wanted the Buffet. It was a connoisseurs delight, with foods from all over hell and beyond. Mouth watering meals to please any palate. The waiter came back with a plate for Narcissa and directed her where she may start, as the others would be brought their entrees first. Igor, getting his hot pocket.

As the Doctor was about to tuck into the soup – his spoon held elegantly, they would be approached by the wig wearing Valmont, who made a showman’s like introduction.

“Ah…Doctor, so good to see you. Ladies.” He said, acknowledging each at the table, before seeing Igor and raising a brow. “Nice hump.”

The Doctor placed down his spoon and placed his napkin on the table, before rising to shake the Ambassador’s hand.

“Valmont, what are you doing here? Or is that a ridiculous question considering the many beauties?’ The Doctor shook Valmont’s hand warmly before offering him a chair at their table. The Ambassador instead shook his head. “I have a special booth that I am going to, but before I do. I need to speak with you about….your latest project.”

The Doctor tilted his head, wondering why the Ambassador would want to discuss business before pleasure. “What of it?” The Doctor asked, before the Ambassador got right down to business. “I’ve been advised to inform you that the Prince of Pride – Astaroth is going to be employing you and taking all the soldiers you can supply….PLUS provide you with a near endless supply of corpses.”

Wilhelm was somewhat shocked by this. He hadn’t even begun a promotional campaign for his new warriors. “Are you serious? How did he even know about it?” It was a good question, and the Ambassador twirled a blonde lock of hair around his finger. “Oh…a little bird told him. None the less, he wanted to make sure that you were informed directly, hence my stopping by before going off to enjoy one of the Diamond dogs.”

The Doctor paused, before looking at his staff and wondered what they thought of all this. “Roxanne? Narcissa? What do you think? Should I accept?” Wilhelm thought highly of his staff and in a matter such as this, he wanted their input.

~RB~

 

Temp:  Roxanne wasn’t surprised that Narcissa decided on the buffet, it completely fit with who she was. Undead or not, the girl certainly could eat! She couldn’t help but smile and wave at all the people that she walked by, completely unaware of their lustful stares. Her body fit right in with this place, though she would never understand such a thing. Once all the food was brought to the group of friends, Roxanne giggled in excitement. There was a moment of silence and stillness from her as she examined the food, but that would all be tossed aside as she began to dig in. She would wave at Valmont as he greeted them all, but was paying more attention to her food than the words being shared. When she was questioned though, she stopped completely. Her eyes wandered from the Doctor to Valmont, and back again. It took a moment for her to compute what they had been talking about, and her mind was made up just as fast. “A Prince is a good customer, and bodies are good! I like it!” She really didn’t know Astaroth, but a Prince was in his position for a good reason…right?
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Eva would eventually show up at the House of Red Velvet, having decided that she would deliver Bandit to Raul personally. Whether or not that was what he wanted didn’t really matter to her. The job was done and the package delivered, easy money. She nudged Bandit forward and through the front doors of the building, not giving her much time to think or speak. Her presence in the building was enough to stir a commotion, both because of who she was and the notorious weapon in her hand. Any demon she shot with the Makarov would be fucked, and they all knew it. “Special Delivery!” Her voice was loud enough to be heard despite the music and the commotion around them. Hopefully Raul would show up quickly and take Bandit off of her hands. She really didn’t want to know what he was going to do with the girl at this point.

 

Moo:  Narcissa clapped her hands excitedly in her seat while she was given a plate. “Buffet, here I come!” Just as the monster began to stand, the ever charming, wig wearing Valmont made his appearance. She plopped back down into her seat, looking slightly depressed for an instant before being greeted, to which she would smile again with a nod. Her time waiting through the small talk only made her fingers twitch and drum over the sides of the plate. Obviously, she was in a hurry to get to that table of food, as she barely regarded the small talk the two gentlemen were making.
Upon being questioned by the good Doctor, Naricissa would nod her head with enthusiasm. “The prince will have what he wants!” Pride definitely sounded like a spoiled prince! And having an endless amount of corpses meant good for everyone in the lab. The fact that Wilhelm had asked their opinions meant they were important! That was good! The monster’s drumming and continuous movement seemed to subside in the slightest, now interested in what the Doctor had to say.

 

Razorbackwriter:  With both Roxanne and Narcissa approving of the idea that the Prince of Pride take the super soldier contract, the Doctor gave Valmont what he wanted. Shaking his hand again, Wilhelm said to Valmont. “You go tell Astaroth that we begin working on his first shipment as soon as we return to Hell’s Kitchen. Again, I thank you for this wonderful news.” The Ambassador was pleased to see that there was no argument from the Doctor. When the Prince of Pride made up his mind to be the sole client, and that the Doctor and his team only worked for him, there was to be no misunderstandings of his intent. The only Kingdom to have access to this new secret fighting force would be Pride.

The Ambassador clicked his heels together, before leaving the lab team to enjoy their meals. Wilhelm urged Narcissa. “What are you waiting for, my dear? Go…load up your plate.”

With Narcissa probably heading off to the buffet like a shot, that left the Doctor with Igor and Roxanne. Igor was enjoying his hot pocket, now that Narcissa had left the table. The Doctor winked at Roxanne as she was about to enjoy the same meal as he.

“After this meal….we dance! Ahaha!”

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So different the Doctor seemed in this environment. But either way, his worries for where to get more corpses and who would pay was now solved.

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In another part of the Red Velvet, the Warlock was seated at a table surrounded by some of his risque dancers. They were all fawning over him, as he sat in the middle of the booth, watching out for signs of trouble amongest his clientele. So far the night had been drama free, and Raul noted that Valmont, the Ambassador to the Kingdoms was present. He always tipped big for some of Raul’s beauties. The Doctor and his entourage were enjoying the Velvet’s menu, even the hunchback. Everything was going beautifully, but the night was about to get even better, with the arrival of the leader of the Anarchy division – Eva. Her voice sang out over the crowd, and it was unmistakable. Grinning like a fool, Raul got up from his table, much to the disappointment of the women that surrounded him. All with eyes like slits at whoever had garnered Raul’s attention.

“Special Delivery!”

Those words could mean only one thing. Eva had captured Bandit. Making his way through the crowd and past the tables of patrons, the Warlock approached the pair with a devilish look in his eyes.

“Gift wrapped, I hope.” He sneered.

 

~RB~

 

The House of Red Velvet – SS.

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Scene setting:  The House of Red Velvet – Lust Kingdom.

co-written with Temp & Moo.

Razorbackwriter:  It did not take long for the Warlock to return to his House of Red Velvet. With the Anarchy Division now in employ to seek out, capture and collar the elusive Bandit, he now felt more relaxed than he had in a day. Striding up the cobblestone path that would lead to a pair of ornately carved wooden doors, he struck the door with the tip of his Staff, only to have it open by magic. Raul’s face was still lacking emotion. He found weakness in those that displayed it, and often they only did so in order to get pity or attention.

Inside you could hear the sultry refrain of the band playing in the main auditorium. A show room where burlesque dancers entertained gentlemen or ladies that had come to enjoy the delights of some of the Red Velvet’s young colts. That is what Raul refereed to them as. Shiny eyed, skin tight and strong. Able to take a beating. On stage, one of the night’s class acts was doing a routine, with a large set of ostrich feather fans. Wowing the gathered crowd with her sensual moves. So titillating that some men were hardly able to sit still in their seats.

In a Kingdom like Lust, this was one place you were assured that even your darkest fantasy was to come to life. At …a price.

The Warlock strolled up to the bar, and gestured to the faithful barman to bring him his usual. The barman was dressed in a black suit, with bow tie of blood red. A single red rose in his lapel. He never missed a trick. Listening in on conversations by the many guests that graced the halls. Nothing got past him. The more drinks he poured, the looser the tongues of the unwary would become. A bevy of information, ripe for the picking and to be used of course for the most despicable means.

The drink for the night. Absinthe; the Green Fairy.

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~RB~

Razorbackwriter:  

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There was already many vehicles, coaches and motorcycles pulled up out the front of the House of Red Velvet. A true hot spot in hell for all your wicked fantasies, entertainment and of course the fine dining. Helping each of the girls from the roadster, and giving Igor a good kick a long, the four would enter the doors which were held open by two large bare chested guards, with glistening skin and bald heads. Skin the colour of chocolate, they were intimidating – enough to make Igor squeak before shuffling off inside.

Awaiting the four was a room full to the brim with well dressed gentlemen and ladies of the night. The dancers known simply as Raul’s diamond dogs were already teasing and dancing with some of the more wealthy men that had come in well before. Most were drinking Absinthe and many were already under the green fairy’s spell. Whooping and singing on the tops of their voices to the tunes of old. A macabre and yet fast paced song was playing, till Raul himself emerged from behind the red velvet curtain and raised his hands to the crowd;

RAUL
If life’s an awful bore,
And living’s just a chore
That you do ’cause death’s not much fun

I’ve just the antedote,
And though I mustn’t gloat,
And the Red Velvet you’ll have fun!

So scratch that little neggle
Give a little wiggle
You know that you can
Because we

Can Can-can!
Don’t say you can’t, can’t, can’t!
You know you can Can-can!

MEN
Here we are now,
Entertain us!
We feel stupid
And contagious!

RAUL
Got some dark desire?
Like to play with fire?
Why not let it rip?
Live a little bit!

We can Can-can!
Don’t say you can’t, can’t, can’t!
You know you can Can-can!

Outside it may be raining
But in here it’s entertaining!

If you like, like, like
To be free, free, free,
The Red Velvet is the place to be!

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Because we can Can-can!
Yes we can Can-can!

MEN
Here we are now,
Entertain us!

RAUL
Outside things may be tragic!
But in here we’re feeling magic!

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Seated at a table by one of the more voluptuous of the dancers, Igor was aghast at the bevy of female flesh.

“So many….oh..myy.”

~RB~

Temp:  Roxanne and the others had arrived at the House of Red Velvet shortly after leaving the lab. They had just been successful in completing a very complex experiment, and were here to celebrate. It seemed that there were a lot of other people that were here for the same reason, or at least a similar one. There were lights, music, dancing, singing, women, men, and that was just what you could see with your own eyes. Surely there were more ‘private’ areas where one or more could entertain in a different way. She wasn’t sure where to start or what even to do, so she hobbled along closely with the Doctor. Eventually they were all led to a table and were then seated. Igor actually seemed a tad interested in all the females, or perhaps it was intimidation of sorts. Roxanne couldn’t help but do a semi-dance in her seat, following the rhythm of the music still going on around them.

Moo:  Narcissa had been eager through the duration the little family spent in the car, practically hopping in her seat. To actually have come up to the doors of the club was amazing, and gave her the idea only something so cool would need guards so intimidating! She drew enough attention to herself while she stood close to one, looking him over with interest. Her mouth was agape as she was eventually pushed along by incoming lines of people, only to have it fall open completely. The monster’s eyes widened while she looked about herself in a sort of fritz.
“Amazing!” Narcissa exclaimed. “Doctor, this place is amazing!!” She practically danced to the beat heard around her while the group walked along to their table. And much like Roxanne, she would dance in her seat, a grin plastered from ear to ear. The music, the colors, the vibe this place gave– It was such a cool atmosphere! She hummed happily next to Igor, who seemed to be taken aback by so many women in one room. This caused the monster to giggle before she wrapped him up by his neck in her arm. “Silly Igor! Enjoy the view!”

Razorbackwriter:  No sooner were they seated, that an ensemble of waiters descended on the four, whipping out napkins, and pouring water into crystal glasses. Another brought around menus and handed out one to each as the dance floor was alive with the many dancers and suited men. There was a completely festive atmosphere and though this was not normally a place to find the Doctor, he fitted in well as he raised a monocle to his right eye and started to read the menu. There was of course the chef special, but since this was a very special occasion, the Doctor planned for all to eat till they were thoroughly stuffed.

“Ladies…and Igor. Order anything you want. There is an all you can eat buffet as well. Do ho ho ho. The best in all hell.” The doctor chimed, as he gave his order to a nearby waiter. “I’ll have the soup, followed by Beef bourguignon….and of course those little bread sticks.” The Doctor snapped shut his menu, and handed it to the waiter, who was asking for the ladies orders.

Igor had never dined anywhere like this…and when asked what he would like, the humpback asked; “Do you have philly hot pockets?” Not exactly the sort of thing you ask for in a top restaurant. The waiter murred a moment, as Igor struggled to get out of Narcissa’s neck hold. He couldn’t possibly eat like this.

~RB~

Let’s Celebrate – SS.

Scene setting : Hell’s Kitchen.

co-written with Moo & Temp.

 

Moo:  A celebration? The sound of that had Narcissa jumping for joy. She’d hardly traveled away from the laboratory! Her giddy exterior was almost overwhelming for any normal person. Luckily, these people were quite the opposite. Save Igor, who could probably survive much better without her presence. She clapped her hands together and tilted her head with a smile just as he let out his little yay.
“Hm?” The female monster turned her head, her torso coming down in a half bow as she gazed down at him. “Igor?” It looked as though he were down for the count. She slapped his cheek a few times, lightly. And when that didn’t work, she picked him up by the arm and lifted him. “Igor, you’re going to miss dinner! And dancing!”
The girl’s prodding was silenced as the Doctor piped up once again. She turned her head, dropping Igor to the ground in a thud. The House of Red Velvet? That sounded delightful! Like the cake! Maybe they served cake there! Despite not needing to eat, it was no secret Narcissa liked the taste of food. She could splurge on it as much as she wanted! But… “What would I wear?” It was a problem she’d had often, being much bigger than most average girls. Her lips set in a slight pout while she looked to Roxanne for help. “Does Roxy have any ideas?”

 

Temp:  Roxanne was very much excited due the apparent success of the Doctors experiment. It seemed that everyone else in the Lab shared in her enthusiasm, except for Igor of course. He was always such a serious little guy, but she liked that about him. Honestly, she hadn’t quite expected a ‘formal’ celebration to take place, but was happy about it regardless. This Red Velvet place sounded awesome, and she was definitely excited to go there with all of her friends. Narcissa’s quest for something more normal to wear was one she could help with. Roxanne quickly hopped over to her and snagged her by one of her hands, immediately tugging her along with her towards a different room. She kicked the door open and turned on the light in the room, revealing it’s contents. “This is where I put all the belongings of the more…feminine…dead. I’m sure we can find something here!” She gave Narcissa a reassuring look and let go of her hand, giving her the freedom to look through the room.

 

Razorbackwriter:  

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With the girls both occupied in getting their glad rags on for a night on the town, it was time to get the Lab’s roadster ready for the night out. Igor limped along after the Doctor, still smoldering after being part of the lightning harnessing with Narcissa. The smell of burnt hair was a bit on the nose, even for the likes of the good Doctor. As he activated the rollerdoor, he shook his head at what Igor was wearing.

“No no no no. You can’t go to the Red Velvet in a burnt robe. Go put on something snappy. Top hat, tails…the works, Igor.” The hunchback was never normally asked out to a night on the town, so he was a little apprehensive. “But Master…can’t I just stay here and work on my bug collection?” Truth be told, he was scared of being anywhere near Narcissa. Whether she knew it or not, she made the poor hunchback’s life hell.

“Igor…you are going to come to dinner, or…I shall put an ant eater in your room to look after your bugs for you.”

“EEEK!…Alright alright.” The hunchback caved, and staggered off to go get cleaned up and dressed, while the Doctor tinkered about on the car. The roadster was a real show car. Ideal for picking up the dead, and taking out that someone special. Not that the Doctor normally dated, but he was a keen car enthusiast.

When he had the car purring like a kitten on steroids, he would honk the horn to alert the girls and Igor that it was time to go.

~RB~

 

Moo:  Narcissa found herself in the next room, giddy with excitement while she roamed around the room. Surely a dress wouldn’t be too hard to fit into! Sure, the woman retained curve and was six foot, but that wouldn’t stop her from looking spiffy tonight. She browsed over anything white or blue, picking things off the hangers. Her lab coat ended up on draped over a chair after she tossed it carelessly. The first dress would be thrown over her clumps of gauze and bandages, creating little bumps under the tight-fitting dress. A bit of a sulk passed over her face for a moment while she looked in the mirror. The dress was too short!
Next, next, next… Several dresses later and she was forcing her way into a new white dress. A honk of the horn let her know she was out of time and she flailed her arms. Amazingly enough, this dress fit over her body and hung to her knees. It would be good enough! So long as she didn’t move a lot in it… “I hope you’re ready, Roxy!” she exclaimed, rushing to grab the nurse’s hand. She would lead the way out to the car, only to greet the Doctor with a big smile. “We’re ready!” Only Igor was left. She puffed her cheeks, pursing her lips while she waited on the little hunchback. Her excitement was to a point where she wouldn’t be able to wait another minute for him. To which extent she wouldn’t even debate on bringing him out herself.

 

Razorbackwriter:  “IGOR!…WE WILL BE LATE!” The Doctor yelled, honking his horn madly as he waited for the pint sized assistant to make his way back to the garage. The Doctor got out of the front of the roadster, only to see Roxanne and Narcissa emerge hand in hand. They were both…a sight. A vision of female perfection. Well, in his eyes.

“My dear ladies.” He said with a sweep of his hand and opened the back door of the hearse to allow them both to sit inside in the velvet lined booth. “Such visions. You are both to be belles of the ball.” It wasn’t a ball, but the Doctor was enjoying being flowery in his speech. When both were seated he closed the door with a gentle click, before turning around and about to bellow for Igor again. Thankfully, the hunchback appeared. He was wearing top hat and tails, with shiny shoes. Small spectacles completed the ensemble. if only he wore a smile.

“I look…re – dick – u – lous.” The hunchback stammered. Igor grimaced and dawdled over to the car. The Doctor would have none of the bad vibes to spoil the night, and slapped the hunchback on the back. “Get in the back and we be off. Just think….all those diamond dogs wanting a bit of that hump…huh?” The Doc wiggled his brow. Igor let out a sigh, since he really didn’t like girls at all.

With a loud roar, the roadster pulled out of the lab garage, and off into the night.

~RB~