The thugs that were with Fango have all been interrogated though only one of them gave a name as to who they’re working for, someone named Enzo. Fletch and Tasha now go to speak with Fango who has his lawyer, a Mr. Howe, present. The two Megs manage to get something out of Fango, getting information on everything he knows (though Fango didn’t tell them everything ;D) in exchange for a plea bargain for easier time and protection. Little is learned of this Enzo, only that he’s a higher up in a mafia organization and the ‘nip shipment was to be distributed throughout Megakat City and a few other cities nearby as well (including Twilight and even Katskills). Once they get what they can, Fletch and Tasha return Fango to his cell where he waits bail then return to their duties while Joe keeps an eye on Fango and the thugs.
Commander Forge gets a call from a Dwayne Monde about needing assistance for security as his mother, the wealthy and famous jewler Diane Monde, is throwing a swanky black-tie New Year’s ball at Megakat Towers where her latest line will be displayed. Forge agrees to let a few agents go in undercover to mingle with the crowd and keep an eye on the jewelry at the booth and on those who are to be wearing/modeling them for the night. He sends Fletch, Tasha and Hans in and the three get fancied up for the party. All goes well though, save for poor Fletch who deals with a flirty and later tipsy Jenna (who also came to the party to purchase one of the necklaces on display). Tasha is even asked and “pursuaded” to wear one of the jewelery pieces, a necklace, to model for Dwayne, which makes her even more uncomfortable with her dressy self. Tasha and Hans share a New Year’s kiss, as does Fletch from a “bubbly” Jenna. XD Afterwards, Fletch sees Jenna to a cab to get her home and returns to Hans and Tasha to finish up their duties as the guests leave.
<Fango> 4 RPG ON! HAPPY NEW BEER!
<TashaForge> ((LOL!))
<FletchRyder> ::for the most part rested, comes back into the MBI to check in and check out their jailbirds::
<Fango> ::so! his thuggies perhaps have been interrogated yet? if so, they don’t know much, one didn’t talk, the other two said they just did what Fango told ‘em, don’t know who the big boss is, last one said something about a guy named Enzo as he’s worked for ‘im before::
<TashaForge> ::issa at her desk. Working on a report about the previous night::
<Fango> ::waiting in interrogation now himself. grumbling. this is not how he wanted to spend his new year’s::
<Fango> ((brb! ::gonna fetch s’more cake XD::))
<FletchRyder> ::walks into the desk area, looking around. spots Tasha:: Forge, those goons in the cell block been interrogated yet?
<TashaForge> ((whu oh! cake!))
<TashaForge> ::looks up:: Yep. Goons have been. Fango’s up next. Was about to head that way myself. You up for joining me?
<FletchRyder> Yeah, in just a second. Is there a report somewhere on what info they’ve given us thusfar?
<TashaForge> ::Hands him one:: Not much to it. one didn’t say anything, two others are just gophers. one though said something about an Enzo.
<FletchRyder> ::takes it, scanning over it as she talks:: Uh huh. Well, let’s see what we can do with that. ::grabs a pen off her desk and scribbles a signature at the bottom of each piece of paper::
<TashaForge> Maybe if we act like we know more about Enzo than we do, he’ll talk about him and we can figure out who this is.
<Fango> ((mmmm CAKE !_! XD ::glad lil’ PK eats this now too -g- felt bad last year as everyonebut him ate that cake XD::))
<TashaForge> ((LOL! mawwww))
<FletchRyder> ::corner of his mouth upturns into a small smile:: That’s the idea. ::finishes the papers and puts them back into their manilla folder:: Alright, you ready to do this? ::standing up straight, still holding the folder::
<TashaForge> ::stands as well. smirks:: Do we get to play good Agent, bad Agent?
<FletchRyder> ::shrugs, turning for the hallway::
<TashaForge> ::snickers. walks with him:: Think he’ll believe you’re the good agent and I’m the bad one?
<FletchRyder> I sincerely doubt he’ll believe either of us are the “good” agent, Forge.
<Fango> ::twiddling his thumbs he is. has a lawyer with him too. A Mr. Howe. XD::
<TashaForge> ::laughs:: True. ::arrives and opens the door. entereths!:: <FletchRyder> ::enters after her and shuts the door behind them:: Good afternoon. ::nodding to both of them::
<TashaForge> ((Posted piccies of myself in that wedding dress finally! http://www.livejournal.com/users/countrykat/ ))
<Fango> ((w00t!))
<FletchRyder> ((Cool beans!))
<Fango> ((oh wow that looks great on you, bebbe. ::giggles at your expression though:: “Did I finally find a dress?!” XD))
<TashaForge> ((LOL! I was so happy! XD And thankies!))
<Fango> <Mr.Howe>::stands up as they enter, reaches out to shake both their hands:: If only it were such, sir. I’m Mr. Fango’s lawyer, Mr. Howe.
<Fango> ::scowling at them::
<FletchRyder> ::shakes his hand, expressionless::
<Fango> <Mr. Howe>::takes a seat after shaking their hands::
<TashaForge> ::shakes his hand as well and takes a seat:: Well we too wish we were not here but thanks to your client here, we are so lets get this over with. ::looks to Fango:: Where’d that shipment of nip come from?
<FletchRyder> ::stays standing, next to and a little behind Tasha, arms crossed::
<Fango> What shipment? I swear I don’t know anything about it. I was just mindin’ my own buisness at the docks.
<Fango> <Mr. Howe>::smirks::
<FletchRyder> Let’s cut to the chase, Fango. Your fingerprints are all over those bags of katnip we recovered, and this isn’t your first offense. You go to court, and you’ll go to jail for at least ten years. Now, if you make a deal with us.. the DA might cut you some slack.
<TashaForge> ::smirks:: it pays to help us out. Tell us who is behind that shipment, where it was coming from and where it was going.
<Fango> I ain’t telling you anything. ::folds his arms. knows he’ll be in major trouble if he confesses::
<TashaForge> ::grins:: Whats the matter? Afraid Enzo might get mad?
<Fango> Enzo?
<Fango> ::frowns, dumb thugs grr::
<FletchRyder> Yeah, Enzo. ::holds manilla folder up:: We just happen to have signed confessions from your little cohorts that reveal everything and point straight to you. ::opens it up, letting them only have a quick glance at the papers within:: You see, the fact of the matter is, we don’t really need you. But, we’re reasonable kats and are willing to cut you a break if you’ll just enlighten us as to the full scope of these smuggling operati
<TashaForge> ((“Smuggling operati-?” Anything else after that?))
<FletchRyder> ((Nope, just operations.))
<TashaForge> ((okies! just making sure))
<Fango> ((LOL dumb IRC))
<Fango> <Mr. Howe>::frowns:: May I have a closer look at that file, Agent Ryder?
<FletchRyder> ((XD Oh well, it restricts my wordiness))
<FletchRyder> ‘Fraid not, counselor. This little file has a date with the DA before your allowed to see it.
<TashaForge> ::whu oh! will try to cover for him some:: Come now, Fango. Do you really wanna spend ten years in prison for some lying scumbag that just wants to use you to do his dirty work so HE doesn’t have to go to prison?
<Fango> ::looks at Howe now. whispers something to him:: <Mr. Howe>::whispers back. both come to an agreement:: My client would like to know what “break” you’re willing to cut for what little information he may or may not possess?
<FletchRyder> We could get him a reduced sentence with required community service and parole after he’s out. It’s a lot better than spending upwards of ten years in a state penitentiary.
<Fango> No deal. You don’t need me after all. I’d rather take my chances with a longer prison sentance.
<TashaForge> ::leans forward and grins:: You know…I’ll bet you will change your mind when you eat that prison slop for the hundredth time and hear those rats skitter across your floor at night. I hear prison really ain’t a good place..especially for those thugs who mess up. I hear the big bosses make it rough. That they make sure you get roughed up in there. Everything will point to you being the one that spilled the beans, not your thugs. Tell us what w
<TashaForge> ((where did that cut?))
<Fango> ((Tell us what w))
<TashaForge> Tell us what we wanna know and we might can arrange it so you don’t have to risk that fate.
<Fango> ::growls lowly:: Look you don’t get it do ya? I ain’t gonna be safe if I DO “spill the beans” toots, as I won’t end up in prison but six feet undah.
<TashaForge> ::smiles sweetly:: not if you let us help you. We can keep you protected. Keep you hidden…IF you talk.
<Fango> ::looks at Mr. Howe:: <Mr. Howe>::whispers to him “It’s up to you. I can get you out if you do go to court most likely, but he won’t be happy if he finds this out”:: <Fango>::mrrrrs “they got me anyway…” whispers back. huffs and looks to Tasha:: Fine. But I want somethin’ in writin’ first.
<TashaForge> ::grins:: Thats the spirit. ::looks at Ryder:: Think we can get him something in writing, Agent Ryder?
<TashaForge> (((brb! gonna watch the ball drop in NYC! XD))
<FletchRyder> Just happen to have a pen right here. ::pulls one from his pocket:: The conditions have already been set on this sheet. ::pulls a separate piece of paper from the folder:: Look it over, sign it, and then it’ll go straight to the DA.
<Fango> ((HAPPAH NEW YEAAAAAH, well for me and maybe Kutlass? XD))
<FletchRyder> ((Happy New Year, Annu! And actually, I’ve got another hour to go))
<Fango> ((Ah wasn’t sure lol, thankies! -g-))
<Fango> ::hands it to Mr. Howe to look over:: Make sure it’s got protection inthere… <Mr. Howe>::nods reading it over:: Seems legit.
<Fango> ::signs it::
<FletchRyder> ::breaks a small smile as he signs, then it quickly vanishes as he reaches for the document::
<TashaForge> ((HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!…a few minutes late XD))
<TashaForge> ((so do I, Kutlass. I’m on central as well))
<Fango> ((LOL!))
<FletchRyder> ((Hooray! ::throws confetti::))
<TashaForge> ::watches. smiles sweetly again:: You’re doing the right thing, Mr. Fango. You won’t be sorry about this.
<Fango> ::lets him having. glaring at them:: Yeah, sure.
<Fango> ((er lets him have it. LOL not having))
<FletchRyder> Now, ::tucks the paper into the manilla folder:: Why don’t you tell us all about Enzo and where the ‘nip is coming from, in your words, of course.
<Fango> Well, I’ll tell ya what I know, but it ain’t everything. ::sighs:: Don’t know his last name, he only goes by Enzo. Works for some big time organization. Real stiff, have only met ‘im a couple times. He orders the shipments from various places, dunno where, they come in, me and my boys distribute.
<TashaForge> Where do you distribute to? Where were you headed with that shipment?
<FletchRyder> ::studies him as he talks, looking for any visible sign that he’s lying. listens intently::
<Fango> This city of course, anna few others nearby.
<TashaForge> What others?
<FletchRyder> We need specifics.
<Fango> Hmm… was Los Gatoles, Katamento, Twilight City, Katskills… even was goin’ all the way to Kat Vegas this time.
<TashaForge> ::Frowns:: Thats a lot of places. Where were the drop points in these cities?
<Fango> Dunno. Got busted before I could get those.
<FletchRyder> How many loads have you brought in already? ::knows this already from the piece of paper Josie found, but wants him to say it::
<Fango> ::how many was it? Mun’s forgotten X_x::
<FletchRyder> ::three XD::
<Fango> Three.
<FletchRyder> ((<Fango> And then we took the stuff and, uh.. um, my memory’s kinda’ foggy here.. <Fletch> ::goes over to him, whispers in ear, walks back over to Tasha:: <Fango> Oh yeah! I took it back to my place and enjoyed a jar of pickled eggs! <Tasha> ::just blinks::))
<FletchRyder> Were they all the same size as this load?
<TashaForge> ((::DIIIES!::))
<TashaForge> ::listening. making a few notes along the way::
<Fango> ((::dead!!!::))
<Fango> I think so…
<FletchRyder> Were these shipments, after going through you, then divied out to local dealers or some other middlekat? How far does this big “organization” reach?
<Fango> Look, I don’t know much about above me, save Enzo. Not even sure how high up he is in things. ::Enzo may be in that file though of the futchaaaaa -g- but no last name means an extensive search ;D::
<Fango> But yeah, me and my boys are to drop it off to either dealers here, or other guys who may or may not be as big time as Enzo is.
<TashaForge> So basically you are just a middle guy. The gophers. You get the nip and take it elsewhere.
<Fango> ::hrmphs:: Yeah, we’re cute little fuzzy gophers.
<FletchRyder> ::reaches into the manilla folder once again and pulls out a blank piece of paper, sliding it over to him and the pen:: Could you please write down the names of anyone or any business you’ve had contact with in regards to the katnip smuggling.
<Fango> … I ain’t writing down nothin’.
<Fango> You wanted to know about Enzo and this ain’t Enzo any more.
<TashaForge> You don’t write, we don’t protect you. ::smirks::
<Fango> ::mrrrs:: I ain’t writin’ nothin’ I said. I’ll tell you instead tho.
<FletchRyder> We agreed to talk about the full scope of these operations, and as you yourself said, Enzo is just a piece of it. You’ll write it down, or I’ll tear up your plea bargain.
<Fango> ::whispers to Howe:: <Mr. Howe> My client, as another failure of this soceity and it’s educational systems, does not know how to read or write, Agent Ryder. Only sign his name.
<Fango> ((its^))
<TashaForge> ::stands. smiles:: Well then…let us..accomodate, Mr. Fango then. ::starts to step out and pats Ryder’s shoulder:: Hold on one moment. ::exits the room!::
<Fango> and <Howe>::watches her go::
<FletchRyder> ::sighs some, about to respond, but then looks to Tasha inquisitively as she exits the room::
<TashaForge> ::Returns. has one of those nice lil tape recorders. shuts door and sits again. grins:: Alright..now you can tell us who these kats are. just be sure to speak clearly.
<FletchRyder> ::smiles at her action, then turns attention back to Fango, losing the smile::
<Fango> ::scowls now. starts naming off a handful of previous drop off points, talking a bit lower than usual XD::
<TashaForge> ::gently scoots the recorder closer on the table in response XD::
<Fango> ::lower as in a lower pitch of voice that is XD::
<TashaForge> ::Ahh muns bad XD::
<FletchRyder> ::waits for him to finish::
<TashaForge> Please speak in your normal tone of voice, Mr. Fango. Trying to say thats not you on the recorder isn’t gonna work.
<FletchRyder> ::bets he’s gonna’ have a field day cross-referencing these names to those listed in the file::
<Fango> ::smirks, whispers to Howe:: <Howe> My client says that is all he knows of. He doesn’t go out of the city, and isn’t familiar with where the other places are.
<TashaForge> Very well then. ::leaves recorder running though. XD:: I guess we can get the others to talk about those then and they will get an even better plea bargain than your client who seems to have trouble speaking for himself.
<FletchRyder> ::smirks a bit at that::
<Fango> <Mr. Howe> I guess you can. ::smirks back::
<TashaForge> ::stands:: well then..if that is all I guess me and Agent Ryder can get on this paperwork to get you some protection…..I only hope that we don’t plop you down in one of those cities where this organization is by accident since you won’t tell us anything else. That’d sure be a shame. ::mysterious grin::
<Fango> <Mr. Howe> Yes it would, and it wouldn’t look very good on the MBI’s behalf either, no one accused of anything would dare trust to give you information again.
<Fango> <Howe>::stands and shakes Fango’s hand:: Call me if they ask you anything further. Your bail will be paid later.
<Fango> Thank you Mr. Howe… ::says quietly, glaring at Tasha::
<TashaForge> ::just grins at him:: I’m not too worried about the MBI’s reputation…its already bad. If we go down..I’m taking a few kats with me at least. ::grins more at Fango::
<FletchRyder> ::says his goodbyes to Mr. Howe as well, clearing his throat some as he looks sidelongly at Tasha::
<Fango> <Howe>::sneers at her and Fletch as he exits:: <Fango> ::just folds his arms, waiting to be taken back to his cell::
<FletchRyder> Believe us, Fango, if there’s anything else to tell, you’d best share now, because I can guarantee we’ll find it out through someone else who’s a bit more agreeable. And as a result, they’ll be more comfortable while they’re incarcerated. ::going over to him and uncuffing him from the chair to lead him back to the cell::
<TashaForge> ::goes over and motions for Fango to get up.:: come on. Lets get you to a cell. You should get used to it. you might actually enjoy one if the right people hear of this and we’ve put you somewhere near them since you wouldn’t tell us more.
<Fango> ::stays quiet and is uncuffed::
<Fango> ::stands and goes with them both to his cell::
<Fango> ::when out in hall away from tape recorder:: I don’t know nothin’ more.
<TashaForge> ((happy new year Kutlass! ::throws confetti!))
<FletchRyder> ((Thanks! You too!))
<Fango> ((LOL yes it is New Year now for you! XD Tasha in the past hahahaha -g-))
<TashaForge> ((lol! yes I isssss!))
<TashaForge> ::frowning. puts him in his cell and locks it up:: well if you get to remembering anything, holler real loud, okay? ::turns to go!::
<Fango> ::sighs and sits on his cot. puts his faces in his hands and leans over. worried now about talking so much::
<TashaForge> <Antonio>::you should be…..bwhahahahaahaha!::
<FletchRyder> ::leaves with Tasha, smiling on the inside at her devious interogation tactics::
<TashaForge> ::goes with him! goes back to the room and turns off the tape recorder. sighs:: I wish he woulda given us more. Guess this’ll do for now.
<Fango> :: ;_; I didn’t tell ‘em EVERYthing tho boss!::
<TashaForge> <Joe>::bwahahahaha! will come to guard Fango and the others. enters the cell after others are gone and plops onna chair with a book to read::
<Fango> <Enzo>::will bust his kneecaps for this XD::
<Fango> ::looks up at Joe entering. hrmphs frowns and lays on his cot, back to Joe::
<TashaForge> <Antonio>::you should do more than that! keel heem!::
<FletchRyder> Yeah, but you should be careful not to plug him too much so soon. Some of your tactics in here were.. downright mean, at best. And I don’t think the Captain or Commander would’ve appreciated the MBI’s reputation being dragged into this.
<TashaForge> <Joe>::smirks:: Yeah I ain’t happy ’bout spending my New Years here either so “hmph!” to you too.
<Fango> <Enzo>::if only he wasn’t a show chara I would XD::
<TashaForge> Yeah well..whatever it takes to get things out of ‘em. Cause with the info he DID give us we can save the MBI’s reputation. Just gotta put the fear in ‘em. I’m no rookie at this, Ryder.
<Fango> ::gives Joe a hand gesture… a thumbs down! ;D HA!::
<FletchRyder> <Phone> ::riiiings!::
* Fango is now known as HansLynx
<HansLynx> ::just now reporting for work. notes no one at the desk? if so will answer phone::
<FletchRyder> Oh, believe me, I know you’re not. Just saying… take it easy. ::offers an encouraging smile:: You did good.
<TashaForge> ::go for it Hans!:: Thanks. And don’t worry. I know what i’m doing. I may holler at dad later and sic him on him. He might can get more out of him.
<FletchRyder> Well then, glad I’m not in his shoes. ::exits the room:: We better get started on cross-referencing those names to any listed in the file McGrath left us.
<FletchRyder> <Caller> Hello? Is this the MBI?
<HansLynx> ::finishes signing in, takes up the phone:: Hello?
<HansLynx> Yes it is.
<HansLynx> How may we help you?
<FletchRyder> <Caller> Ah, good. May I be directed to whoever’s in charge, your commander or captain, please?
<TashaForge> ::nods:: I wrote a few down that I kinda recognised. A couple of these guys I know works around Twilight City. We’ve caught ‘em before.
<TashaForge> <Commander forge>::is in! if needed XD took over an empty office while the others were away::
<FletchRyder> Good, we’ll contact them about this, and they can pick those guys up immediately.
<HansLynx> Sure… hold on a second… ::goes behind the desk, wishes LS wasn’t on lunch break. ah finds right switch, transfers the call!::
<HansLynx> ::to Forge of course. Commander Forge. License to chill::
<TashaForge> I can make that call then. I’ll holler at some of the guys there to pick him up.
<TashaForge> ((LOL!!))
<FletchRyder> ::nods:: Very good.
<FletchRyder> ((lol))
<TashaForge> <Commander Forge>::picks up:: Forge here.
<FletchRyder> <Caller> Oh, hello, are you the commanding officer of the MBI?
<TashaForge> ::returns to her desk and dials up. talks to someone. is obviously friends with them. laughing some, then gets down to business, running some names by them and all. ::
<TashaForge> <Commander Forge> I am for the time being. Can I help you with something?
<FletchRyder> <Caller> Yes, my name is Dwayne Monde, son of Diane Monde of Diane Monde Jewels. I was wondering if your bureau could assist our company in an important affair.
<HansLynx> ::about to hang up but is curious… so quietly listens in XD hee hee bad boy!::
<TashaForge> <Commander Forge> Assist you? How? ::curious. Bad Hans! BAAAAAD!::
<HansLynx> ((<Forge> Why sir! I am a married tom! I will never have an affair!))
<TashaForge> ((::DIIIES!::))
<FletchRyder> <Dwayne> You see, my mother decided to throw a very large, very elaborate, and *very* expensive New Year’s Eve party at Megakat Towers to celebrate and also showcase and pitch some of our new jewelry designs. It’s going to be an extravagant event.
<FletchRyder> ((lol!))
<TashaForge> <Commander Forge>::quirks an eyebrow:: And?
<HansLynx> ::hand over reciever. oooh swanky! used to these sorts of parties. wasn’t asked to join his father’s this year::
<FletchRyder> <Dwayne> There will be many valuable pieces on display and some even loaned out to many invited guests to wear for the evening. We already have some security to handle the doors, but we’d feel more comfortable if we could have some law enforcement incognito within the party itself, to ensure the safety of our products.
<FletchRyder> <Dwayne> We’ve already talked to the Enforcers, but they’re so set on making a big military presence known, and we certainly do not want our guests feeling as if they’re under martial law.
<TashaForge> <Commander Forge> so you are suggesting sending some agents in looking like regular guests for extra backup?
<HansLynx> ((<Felony>::beats mun:: Oh man this is my sorta gig! Why haven’t you made me back up again for the MBI?! <Mun> Shush you. Back in yer box!))
<TashaForge> ((::DIIIES!::))
<FletchRyder> <Dwayne> Um, yes. They’ll be treated just as any other respected guest and will be allowed to carry in, preferably, small firearms with them. We’d be willing to make a very, *very*, generous donation to your bureau in light of these services you could render, Commander.
<FletchRyder> ((lol! <Cmdr Forge> This is great! All the bad guys haven’t been created yet, so nothing’s bound to go wrong!))
<TashaForge> <CommanderForge>::smiles a bit:: well that is very kind of you. When is this party to start?
<HansLynx> ((::DIES::))
<TashaForge> ((::DIES!::))
<FletchRyder> <Dwayne> The doors will open at precisely ten thirty. It’s a formal party, so your agents will need to dress accordingly in order to mingle.
<TashaForge> <Commander Forge> Very well then. I’ll make sure they do so. I think I only have a few on duty today but those can handle it and if not, then they can easilly call for backup and we get there quickly.
<FletchRyder> <Dwayne> Oh, that’s very reassuring, sir! Thank you so much, and I’ll contact you tomorrow in order to appropriately make out the details of our donation.
<TashaForge> ::you mean they are gonna make me wear a dress?!?! NUUUUUUUU!::
<HansLynx> ::HA HA HA! -g-::
<TashaForge> <Commander Forge> Excellent. I’ll have them there at ten. Thank you for your consideration. We won’t let you down.
<FletchRyder> <Dwayne> I don’t doubt it, sir. Goodbye, and have a good New Year.
<TashaForge> <Commander Forge> you too. ::Hangs up then gets on the radio after looking over the roster to see who’s there:: Lynx, Ryder and Tasha. I need you three in my office.
<HansLynx> ::after they hang up, he does. XD smirks and makes way to the deskroom whistling::
<HansLynx> ::or rather Forge’s office XD::
<FletchRyder> ::blinks, looking down at his radio. pulls himself away from his desk where he’s listening over the recorder and jotting down names, and starts immediately for the big guy’s office::
<TashaForge> :;goes to daddy’s office! XD enters and leaves door open for the others:: <Commander Forge>::waits on them all to show::
<FletchRyder> ::enters a little after Tasha, saluting and standing at attention in front of his desk::
<HansLynx> ::goes in after the other two:: Yes, commander sir? ::salutes a moment::
<FletchRyder> ((<Cmdr Forge> I’m assigning you all to a large, wild party. Things might get a little out of hand, and yes, some of you may not make it out of their alive, but remember that we must fight for our right to paaaartay. That is all, dismissed. <Megs> … ::blink, look at each other, and shrug::))
<TashaForge> <Commander Forge> I have a special assignment for you three. You are to attend a party at Megakat Towers being hosted by Diane Monde. She deals in expensive jewlery. They want us as extra protection for the jewels that will be showcased there. you are going in undercover though. So that means I do hope you can all find formal wear and quickly.
<HansLynx> ((::dies!!!::))
<TashaForge> ((::DIIIIES!::))
<HansLynx> ::grins:: Black tie affair ey? No problem sir. I have a couple of suits at home.
<HansLynx> ((er tuxes^ not suits. tho he has those too))
<FletchRyder> ::raises brow at this “mission” but nods in understandance:: Are we to go in armed, sir?
<TashaForge> ::grins:: I think I got some nice pants and blouse. <Forge>::narrows eyes at her:: Tashyra….<Tasha> Awwwww crud. Oh alright…I’ll go find a dress….<forge>::smirks at her then nods to Fletch:: yes but concealed as much as possible. We don’t want the guests being alarmed.
<HansLynx> ::snickers at Tasha::
<HansLynx> What time is the party, sir?
<FletchRyder> Of course. ::nods::
<TashaForge> <Commander forge> Ten o’clock so I suggest you three go on and get dressed and ready. Meet back here so you can all go at once.
<HansLynx> Yes sir! ::salutes, turns on heel and grins exiting Forge’s office.::
<FletchRyder> Very good, sir. ::lucky he still has that tux from his Christmas party, salutes as well and exits, a wry smile on his face::
<TashaForge> ::does a halfway salute:: <Forge>::shakes his head and goes back to working on some files or some such::
<TashaForge> ::exits she does after the guys. ain’t happy. lol! don’t wanna go to no swanky party.::
<FletchRyder> ::could take Hertz along in your stead, but something tells me he wouldn’t look good in a ball gown::
<TashaForge> ((::DIIIIES!::))
<HansLynx> ::heads out with a wave to the other two XD shall we all fwee a bit of time for them to all meet at the MBI again dressed?::
<HansLynx> ((::SODEAD::))
<FletchRyder> ::glances at watch as he goes back to his desk:: <Not that I’m not grateful for finally being paid to party, but.. the timing’s not all that great with all that needs done on this Fango case.>
<FletchRyder> ::yeah, let’s fastforward a bit::
<TashaForge> ::yes yes! lets!::
<HansLynx> 10FWEEEEEEEEEBAM! ALmost time to paaaaaaar taaaaaaaaaay! XD
<HansLynx> ::back at the MBI, waiting in the lobby wearing a mighty fine tux he is with red bow tie and sharp lookin’ shoes. debated on his top hat but nah, too showy. XD::
<FletchRyder> ::so, now that it’s almost ten, he’s dressed in his penguin suit, looking a bit uncomfortable entering the MBI in such attire as he passes through the front doors::
<TashaForge> ::arrives as well. disgruntled and all. lol! mun gonna be really mean. will put her in a formfitting dress XD long it is and snug. has a split up the right side and is halter topped. blue sparkly it is and matching blue shoes XD Enters shortly after Ryder::
<HansLynx> ::grins at them:: Well now, don’t you two clean up nicely. ::looks comfortable in his tux. ajusts his red cumberbunt (sp?) a little, chuckling::
<FletchRyder> Evening, Lynx. ::turns as Tasha enters:: Evening… Forge? ::eyebrow raised and mouth somewhat ajar in a grin::
<TashaForge> ::Hair all up too in a french twist and blue streaks hanging down. mrrs some:: yes its me. Not a word of this to anyone else! you both hear me?!
<HansLynx> Why not? ::goes over to her all suave like. one hand behind his back, elbow bent, bows a little as he takes one of her hands in his and kisses the top of it if he can XD:: You make quite the beauty when you’re not in ragged jeans or an MBI uniform.
<FletchRyder> ::shakes his head a bit at the display, chuckling to himself::
<HansLynx> ::XD eat yer heart out, Casanova. -g-::
<TashaForge> ::quirks an eyebrow at him:: Whatever you say. Just don’t get used to seeing this. I rather like my jeans and uniform. Now shall we go? I do hope this party don’t run late. I want outta this thing. Its itchy.
<FletchRyder> Oh, but of course. Allow me. ::goes over to the door and opens it for her in an overly grand fashion::
<HansLynx> ::laughs a little:: Sure. But I’m driving us all.
<TashaForge> Oh would you two stop it! ::snickers a bit though. goes out to Hans’ car:: Awww my car ain’t flashy enough for you or something?
<FletchRyder> Will we be taking the Rolls tonight, or the Studebaker? ::following them out::
<HansLynx> Not with what I’ve got tonight. ::leads them to a red Porsche XD::
<HansLynx> Gotta fit in with that snooty crowd.
<TashaForge> ::blinks at that:: Where did you get THAT?! ::grinning insanely::
<FletchRyder> ::blinks, seeing his car. whistles::
<HansLynx> ::pats it:: Borrowed it from my father. ::goes around:: Been awhile since he’s let me drive it. ::didn’t ask though ;D just left him a note about it lol in the garage at his dad’s home::
<HansLynx> ::gets in driver’s side and waits for them to get in::
<FletchRyder> ::opens door for Tasha, still looking that car over::
<TashaForge> Ooooo I wanna drive it! Can I drive it?! PLEEEEEAAASE? ::gets in though as Fletch opens the door for her. will at least let him drive her there::
<FletchRyder> ::this a convertable? if so, shuts the door after her and hops into the teensy tiny back seat::
<HansLynx> Bwhahahaha- no. ::smirks and starts it up. yeah issa convertable. has the top down since it isn’t snowing or raining and the weather’s been decent::
<HansLynx> ::pulls out from the front of the MBI and drives towards teh party of swank!::
<FletchRyder> Smart kat. ::smiling some::
<TashaForge> Awww come on. I’ll take good care of it. Pleeeease? ::kitten eyes at him. lol!::
<HansLynx> No way! I’ve seen you drive, so’s Ryder here. ::soon arrives. there valet parking?::
<FletchRyder> <Valet> ::rounds the front of the car as they stop and opens the door for Hans, bowing some:: Good evening, sir.
<TashaForge> Yes well…I haven’t wrecked..in a long time. ::grins. gets out if someone opens her door and if not, busts on out anyway. lol!::
<FletchRyder> ::hops out of the back, adjusting his bow-tie some and pulling at his tuxedo jacket::
<HansLynx> ::gets out and smiles:: Don’t bury me in. ::says to the valet and hands him a twenty tip, being as descrete as possible::
<FletchRyder> ::offers her a hand if she needs help standing up out of the car::
<TashaForge> ::does! takes his hand and gets out. ain’t worn heels in a long time. whispers to him as she gets out:: If I fall in these things, just pick me up and stuff me out of sight somewhere.
<FletchRyder> <Valet> ::grins at the twenty:: Of course, sir. ::takes his keys then and drives away?::
<FletchRyder> ::chuckles at that:: Trust me, there’ll be so many toms around you tonight, they’ll catch you before you hit the dirt.
<HansLynx> ::yes! goes over to Fletch and Tasha:: Well you two, shall we? ::straightens his tie::
<TashaForge> ::smirks at Ryder’s comment. nods to Hans:: we shall. ::Bwhahahahaha! I got myself TWO toms! XD sorries. mun had too much sody today::
<FletchRyder> ::nods, patting the side of his jacket a moment, where his weapon’s concealed. climbs up the steps to the front of Megakat Tower where two bulking security kats are dressed formally as well::
<HansLynx> ::XD yeah bebbe, you teh thang!::
<FletchRyder> <Security Kat1> Good evening sirs and madame. May we see your invitation?
<HansLynx> ::has been here a few times himself. grins at the security kats, pulls out his badge:: Same as you, gentleman. Here to see that the guests within are safe to enjoy their hoorah.
<HansLynx> ::puts it back quickly after they get a look::
<TashaForge> ::has her piece conceled in a leg holster. ain’t nowhere else to put a gun. lol! ::
<FletchRyder> <Security Kat> ::looks at his badge closely and nods, stepping aside:: Will this be all of you then?
<HansLynx> ::has his at his back in a special holster for it::
<HansLynx> ::nods:: With the MBI, yes.
<FletchRyder> <Security Kat> Alright, have a lovely evening. <Security Kat2> ::nods, lifting a hand towards the doors::
<TashaForge> ::entereths once allowed inside! looking around as they enter:: shall we spread out some guys?
<HansLynx> ::goes in as the other two do. smiles at the spread:: Ah that we shall. We need to make a sweep of exits and entry points once on the proper floor as the party is.
<FletchRyder> ::interior is ornately decorated, with everything sparkling like diamonds. band just now setting up on the end of the dancefloor, and some prestigious looking kats are setting up the display for Diane Monde Jewels::
<HansLynx> ::walks to elevators and presses button to call ‘em::
<HansLynx> ::or whoops we already there XD ignore the floor comment::
<HansLynx> ::and elevator one XD::
<FletchRyder> ::that is, the interior of the ballroom on floor.. whatever XD waits with them for the elevator::
<FletchRyder> ::nah, makes more sense that it’s up a few levels::
<HansLynx> ::gah well then goes in elevator and goes to right floor with them. and now we see what Fletchmun described lol::
<FletchRyder> ::ta daaa! lol::
<HansLynx> ((::laughin’ XD::))
<HansLynx> ((<Charas>::sigh watching the muns stumbling over one another::))
<TashaForge> ::mun dying over here! letting you guys decide if we are going up or down::
<FletchRyder> ((lol!))
<HansLynx> ::we are here now horray! whistles seeing some of the rocks::
<FletchRyder> ::exits elevator, another whistle escaping his lips as he checks out the ballroom::
<TashaForge> ::blinks:: I suddenly feel underdressed. Wow….
<FletchRyder> ::whispers to them:: No wonder they wanted a little extra katpower.
<TashaForge> Indeed..this is quite a place. Maybe I should go into the jewlery business.
<FletchRyder> <Dwayne> ::coming up to them, dressed in a nice tux as well:: Oh hello, you must be from the MBI! ::offers hand to shake:: I’m Dwayne Monde, coordinator of this event.
<HansLynx> ::chuckles and pats both their backs a bit with some oomph:: Who’d want to be in the jewelry buisness? They have to watch their tails 24/7 and worry about being robbed. Sure to give ulcers. I’m checking out the east side. ::which is convienently where the buffet tables are XD::
<HansLynx> ::smirks at Dwayne:: A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Monde. ::shakes his hand then excuses himself to the food -g-::
<HansLynx> ((brb! ::must excuse herself to the bathroom. ;D::))
<TashaForge> ::smirks at Hans after the rough back patting. smiles at Dwayne as he comes up. takes his hand to shake:: A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Monde. Lovely place you’ve set up for this party.
<TashaForge> ((lol! okies!))
<FletchRyder> ::shakes his hand, nodding:: Yes, I’m Agent Fletch Ryder, and he was Agent Hans Lynx.
<FletchRyder> <Dwayne> Ah, thank you miss. I believe it’s all the more lovely now that you’re in it. Roger! ::snaps his fingers, and a small spectacles kat quickly rushes over:: Roger, bring her the Estonia piece. I think it’ll go marvellously with her gown.
<TashaForge> ::blinks. blushes some:: Oh thats not necessary. I’m sure your jewlery would got much better on another she-kat.
<FletchRyder> <Roger> ::nods, going over to the booth with all the jewelry and quickly coming back with a very nice looking silver necklace with a saphire as its centerpiece:: <Dwayne> Oh ho, don’t be silly my girl! Estonia was practically made for you! ::puts it on her if she allows and doesn’t judo chop him instead:: Besides, as one of the more expensive items here, it’ll be safer around your neck, I’m sure. ::smiles::
<HansLynx> ((back!))
<TashaForge> ((WB!))
<FletchRyder> ((WB))
<HansLynx> ::helping himself to the shrimp XD glancing around as he takes a bite of one. glances over to Tasha and Fletch, blinks as they’re trying to put a necklace on Tasha. grins at that::
<TashaForge> ::Chuckles:: I should hope my own neck is safe. Thank you, sir. This is most kind of you.
<FletchRyder> <Dwayne> Not at all, thank you! And I do hope you all will have a most enjoyable evening. I’m afraid I must now part your company as the party will be starting soon. ::bows a little then walks away::
<HansLynx> <Jenna Clawson>::is one of the first many guests to arrive. yes. she has come to this event as she just may very well purchase something. made a lovely deal with some powerful weaponry for the black market. shh! ;D::
<FletchRyder> Oh, that necklace is *mighty* lovely, just like you in this place. Maybe you should look up Estonia’s cousins and hang them on your ears. ::grinning at her::
<FletchRyder> ::obviously poking fun at her uneasiness::
<TashaForge> ::Rolls her eyes:: Oh thank you. You are most kind, sir. ::smirks. touches necklace lightly a moment:: this thing prolly costs more than my house, car and all my furniture cobined. Throw in dad and mom’s house and we MIGHT get close to having this thing paid for.
<FletchRyder> <Guests> ::start to pour out of the elevators, most of the ladies dragging their dates to the booth immediately to loan out some beautiful jewelry for the evening::
<FletchRyder> Yeah. Don’t lose it.
<TashaForge> ::laughs:: maybe we should find a string and tie it on to make sure.
<HansLynx> <Jenna>::wearing a long silver dress, strapless and snug fitting on the top and waist to flatter her figure. long flowing down that trails a little behind her. silver high heels as well with ankle straps, hair piled up in curls on top and dangly diamond earrings and pendant. is single. just might find a tom here tonight too. ;D::
<TashaForge> ((<Tasha>::loses the necklace. years later is doing the SWAT Kat thing only working at the bureau to pay off her debt to Miss Monde for the lost necklace::))
<HansLynx> ((::DIES::))
<FletchRyder> ((LOL))
<HansLynx> ::doing his job now more seriously as the guests begin to enter. some poor hapless tom dragged here starts up a conversation with him near the champange table and he obliges, though keeping an eye on things and popping a shrimp or two in his mouth. XD::
<FletchRyder> ((<Fletch> ::dumps his garbage and reports at Tasha’s desk:: Hey, get all this done. <Tasha> Whatever. ::pulls lever, and chair drops her into the basement, where she and the raccoon suit up and fly out the window in their bicycle-powered winged-craft thing::))
<TashaForge> ((::SOOOOOODEAD!::))
<HansLynx> ((:::DEAD:: the hecky? XDD))
<TashaForge> I’m gonna scope the place out. Try not to gawk too much at the she-kats. ::smirks. heads off another direction to look things over. walking around casually though as to not draw attention::
<HansLynx> <Jenna>::mun trying to think, has she met Tasha or Fletch yet? isn’t sure::
<TashaForge> ::don’t think she’s met Tasha yet::
<HansLynx> <Jenna>::or at least seen them at the MBI?::
<FletchRyder> Wouldn’t dream of it. ::walking off opposite her direction, grabbing a glass of champagne off a waiter’s plate as he walks by::
<TashaForge> ::maybe seen them at least::
<FletchRyder> ::hasn’t seen her or heard of her::
<TashaForge> ::if so she’s only just seen Tasha around is all. Mun don’t think they’ve formaly met::
<HansLynx> <Jenna>::gotcha XD::
<HansLynx> <Jenna>::soon makes her way to the display booth to check out the new pieces of jewelry design by miz Monde. XD mun luvs teh puns::
<FletchRyder> <Diane Monde> ::an older, pudgier she-kat dressed in a sparkly black dress with a fur piece around her shoulders. chatting with a few prospective buyers in front of the booth::
<TashaForge> ::walking around. takes some champagne and sips it as she walks. discreetly checking out exits and such. watching for suspicious kats::
<FletchRyder> ::strolls casually around the increasingly populated room, smiling a bit at anyone who catches his eye::
<HansLynx> ::looking bored with this kats’ prattle now. full on shrimp. XD glances around. sees Tasha and can’t help but smile. this only encouraches Prattle Tom to continue on about the stock market::
<HansLynx> ((kat’s^))
<HansLynx> ((and encourages oy vey))
<TashaForge> ((::Pats you:: ))
<FletchRyder> ((XD))
<HansLynx> <Jenna>::deciding on a piece now, needs another glass of the bubbly. turns to go get one, and spies a single tom among the crowd. DUN DUN DUUUN it is Fletch!::
<TashaForge> ::whu oh! Run Fletch! Run!! XD::
<FletchRyder> ::unaware he’s been DUN DUN DUUUN spotted, standing idly amongst a throng of kats gathered in a corner of the room::
<TashaForge> ::notes Lynx all bored with that other kat? Smiles a bit at him. making way to food table. Is at least gonna get something to eat..though that might not be wise in that dress XD:
<HansLynx> <Jenna>::makes a beeline towards Fletch, a coy smile on her face as she exchanges her empty glass for a full one. hopes to catch his eye as she nears him::
<HansLynx> ::sure XD aaaaaaugh nodding and such. now remembers why he wasn’t bothered when his father didn’t ask him to come to his New Year’s eve shindig XD::
<FletchRyder> ::hasn’t touched his champagne at all, and planned on dumping half of it into the first potted plant he spots. as he scans the room for one, eyes happen to catch upon a pretty face in a pretty silver dress::
<TashaForge> ::Walks over and grabs herself a couple shrimps onna plate. goes over to Hans then and smiles:: excuse me. I need to borrow him for a moment. ::to the other kat there. tries to take his hand and tug him away::
<HansLynx> ::tries to get Tasha’s attention by making a pitiful expression and when the kat isn’t looking a “help me” with his mouth::
<TashaForge> ::Er…mine after Hans’ lol!::
<HansLynx> <otherkat> oh… okay. ::goes to bore some poor other kat:: <Hans>Thankyew! X_x
<FletchRyder> <Prattle Tom> Huh, what? Oh yes, eh heh, very well. Bond investment can wait for now! ::naisal laugh::
<HansLynx> ((::dies Fletch::))
<FletchRyder> ((lol, my bad))
<HansLynx> <Jenna>::reaches Fletch now and smiles:: You here to pick out something for your girlfriend?
<HansLynx> ((nah yours is better XD))
<TashaForge> ((LOL! you two be trippin on each other tonight ))
<TashaForge> ::tugs him away quickly. snickers when far enough away:: Bored already?
<HansLynx> ((we druuuuunk… offa RPG! XD))
<FletchRyder> Um, no. You? ::returns the smile::
<HansLynx> Yes… I remember why I hate these stuffy parties.
<FletchRyder> ((lol! Ain’t it the truth))
<TashaForge> ::laughs. stands to the side:: Never been to one. I see why too. I don’t exactly fit in here. ::eats a shrimp::
<HansLynx> <Jenna>::little laugh:: Picking out something for my girlfriend? No, don’t have one of those, nor a boyfriend either. ::yes he is SINGLE::
<HansLynx> <Jenna>::at least that’s what she hopes -g-::
<TashaForge> ::Save yourself, Ryder! RUUUUUUN!::
<HansLynx> <Jenna>::doesn’t care actually XD::
<HansLynx> ((<Ryder ‘n Jase both>::get stinky scented letters now:: <LS> This is getting ridiculous! ::trying not to passout::))
<TashaForge> ((LOL!!!))
<FletchRyder> ::smirks, eyes glancing away a moment before coming back to her:: Well, if I didn’t know any better, that sounds almost like an invitation, Miss…?
<HansLynx> You could fool me. Nice accessory you’re wearing. ::grins::
<FletchRyder> ((lol!!))
<TashaForge> Heh..yeah. I’m praying it stays put the rest of the night too. I didn’t expect to guard the merchandise THIS closely.
<HansLynx> Professor. Professor Clawson, but you can call me Jenna. ::holds out her hand:: And it may very well be, Mr. ?
<HansLynx> <JENNA>^
<HansLynx> ((<Hans>::sobs. was waiting for that slip up. mun trying to girlyfy me!::))
<FletchRyder> ((<Tasha> Wow, you’re like a whole different person to me!))
<FletchRyder> ((lol!))
<HansLynx> ((::dies::))
<TashaForge> ((::DIIIES!::))
<FletchRyder> ::takes it, shaking it gently:: Fletch Ryder, and you can call me Fletch. Pleasure to meet you Jenna.
<HansLynx> I think it suits you. ::smiles at her, sips some champagne. been working on this glass so far. is all he will have so is taking it slow::
<HansLynx> ::nodding to the necklace::
<HansLynx> <Jenna> Likewise. ::still smiling:: If you’re not here to buy, then what are you here for?
<TashaForge> Oh? You really think so? ::smirks:: You gonna buy it for me? ::snickers::
<HansLynx> ::laughs:: Even with what I have saved up, it most likely wouldn’t be enough.
<FletchRyder> Oh, you know, I got a last minute invitation and figured I’d ring in the new year with style. How about you? You seem to be pretty well stocked already with fine jewelry. ::raising his paw to lightly brush one of her diamond earrings::
<HansLynx> Barely even half.
<HansLynx> <Jenna> ::grins:: Oh there’s a necklace I have in mind on purchasing, provided one of those old fogey rich kats doesn’t get to it first.
<TashaForge> ::laughs:: Thats what I told Ryder earlier. It’d take my house, car, furniture and prolly my parents home to buy this thing. I never woulda figured I’d have something like this dangling around my neck. Lets just hope no one tries to take it off my neck.
<FletchRyder> ::smiles at that, returning his hand to his glass:: Yes, well, ::glancing over towards the booth, thinking maybe he should stick a little closer to it:: Perhaps you wouldn’t mind showing me the necklace in question?
<HansLynx> Well they won’t with us around. ::chuckles:: Things seem secure over on this side.
<HansLynx> <Jenna> Alright. ::puts one of her arms ’round one of his, waiting for him to escort her over there::
<TashaForge> Indeed. I hope the villians are celebrating the New Year and will leave this party alone.
<HansLynx> I hope they leave all the parties alone. ::smirks::
<FletchRyder> ::blinks, looking down at the arm around his. clears throat some and takes her towards the table::
<HansLynx> <Jenna>::escorted there. releases his arm and takes a sip of champagne. points one of the necklaces out, a pretty diamond one that has some circular design on the front or whatnot:: This one here.
<HansLynx> <price>::is quite expensive! yowsah!::
<TashaForge> I do too. ::notes ryder escorting someone. smirks:: Looks like he found him a she-kat.
<FletchRyder> ::bends down to get a good look at it:: Well, that’s certainly an eye-catcher.
<HansLynx> Hmm? ::glances over and snickers:: Looks like it. I know he’s not going to buy her anything, so I hope she’s not disappointed.
<HansLynx> <Jenna> Isn’t it? It will look lovely on me, don’t you think? ::poses a little lol::
<TashaForge> ::laughs:: I hope not too. I’d hate for her to get her heart broken.
<HansLynx> Or Ryder’s nose.
<FletchRyder> ::looks at her, standing back up fully:: Yeah, sure will. Not that you need it to look lovely, though.
<HansLynx> <Jenna>::little laugh and smiles up at him:: Why thank you, Fletch. You are such a sweetheart.
<TashaForge> ::busts up some:: That would be terrible.
<HansLynx> ::grins:: Would you really want someone to purchase you something like this?
<HansLynx> ::holds up the necklace a moment and lets it rest ’round her neck again::
<FletchRyder> ::smiles down at her:: Well, I should probably let you get back to your party, Jenna. There’s no way you came here alone. ::chuckling a bit, and realizing he needs to be paying more attention to the surroundings instead of.. the surroundings::
<TashaForge> well..I dunno. Its nice but..I don’t know when I’d ever wear it. I never come to things like this so yeah..it’d just be sitting at the house prolly.
<HansLynx> <Jenna>::sets her empty glass down, tries to wrap both her arms around one of his XD:: Oh please, do not go just yet. We’ve only begun to talk. And I’m afraid I did come here alone… as you seem to have.
<HansLynx> Well what if you did come to more things like this?
<TashaForge> ::shrugs:: I might consider it then. Course then I’d have the money to buy it on my own. ::grins::
<HansLynx> ::chuckles:: Indeed. ::looking around as they talk of course. grins at Ryder now:: Oh boy, he’s got a latcher.
<TashaForge> ::laughs as she looks over there:: I’d say so. She seems rather fond of him. I wonder how long till the big break up.
<FletchRyder> ::erk! captured:: Aw, well that’s some tom’s terrible misfortune and my gain. <What am I saying? Fletch, you’ve got to lose this broad!> I suppose I could stand talking with you a bit more. ::joking tone::
<HansLynx> <Jenna>::laughs a little at his joke:: You’ve hardly even touched your champagne. Saving it for midnight?
<HansLynx> ::snickers:: Dunno. Think we should help him out?
<FletchRyder> Uh.. yeah! You know, toast the new year in right, and on both feet. ::grins::
<HansLynx> <Jenna> Well you know there’s plenty to go around. And it’ll get flat and loose its taste by then.
<TashaForge> Maybe…or let him suffer as he picked on me about my dress.
<HansLynx> Oh he did did he?
<TashaForge> Indeed he did. Or rather making fun of me having to get all dressed up like this. This is his payback. ::grins::
<FletchRyder> ::nods head some:: You do make an excellent point. I guess I’ll just have to pick up a fresh one right before the ball drops. ::sets his glass down next to her empty one::
<HansLynx> <Jenna> Oh don’t be silly… ::takes the glass up:: don’t waste it, it’s a fine champagne. I’ve had two glasses already.
<HansLynx> ::laughs a little:: All for poking fun?
<TashaForge> I am in a dress, Hans. Its tight. It itches and I barely had room for my gun. ::says that last part in a whisper so no one hears:: He can suffer some.
<FletchRyder> Oh, really? Well, I’ll certainly take your word for it. And you should probably slow down some.
<HansLynx> ::smirks:: Well I wouldn’t dare poke fun seeing you looking so lovely. ::hahaha yeah bebbe. trying to be slick!::
<HansLynx> <Jenna> Oh nonscense. I’ll drink this for you then. ::takes a sip::
<TashaForge> ::smiles:: well..thank you. Guess we got a different New years party than what we thought after all.
<FletchRyder> <Band> ::has been playing for a while now, and a fair amount of kats have been using the dance floor, all glittering in their loaned jewelry::
<HansLynx> I don’t mind. Shame Joe had to sit it out. But something tells me he’s not the sort of type for a party. ::watches the dancers some as well as the part of the room they’re at::
<FletchRyder> Oh, that’s not necessary. ::as she sips at it:: But, if you’re thirsty..
<TashaForge> ::laughs:: Not this type of party he’s not. Course this ain’t my type of party either. ::glancing around as she talks, keeping an eye on things:: We’ll have to get a raincheck on me fixing you dinner one night.
<HansLynx> <Jenna>::giggles then notes a song change:: Oh they’re putting on a new song, come dance with me? ::gulps down the rest of the glass, tries to pull him along by his wrist to the floor XD::
<HansLynx> For now… think we might be allowed to dance? ::sly grin:: It will help our undercover work here.
<TashaForge> ::chuckles:: I think we might be allowed to. ::Sets down her champagne. waits on him to go out there:: though forgive me if I step on a foot. This kind of dance I’m NOT familiar with.
<FletchRyder> ::glances up at the clock on the wall, seeing it’s close to midnight, right before he’s jerked towards the dance floor:: Oh, dancing, um, I don’t know, Jenna. ::chuckling has a bit of hesitation in it::
<HansLynx> I’ll lead you. ::takes her by the hand and leads her out to the floor::
<HansLynx> <Jenna> You don’t know how? Well I’ll show you an easy step! ::wheeee! tries to pull him around among some of the dancing kats::
<TashaForge> Um..okay. ::is lead! will let him lead:: I take it this is more of you having to go to your father’s parties, right?
<FletchRyder> It’s not that I can’t, it’s just that I don- oh! Pardon me. ::bumping into a few couples as he’s pulled around::
<HansLynx> Indeed it is. ::chuckles, shows her how to move simply but nicely::
<HansLynx> <Jenna> Be careful! ::giggling still, is quite tipsy now pulls herself all close to him as they dance along:: You might injure someone.
<TashaForge> ::letting him lead! smiles a bit:: Not too hard. Either that or you’re just good. ::keeping an eye on things though::
<HansLynx> ::watching folks behind her as she gets the hang of it:: Well my mother taught me how to dance and it’s come in handy over the years. ::spins her then brings her back::
<FletchRyder> Heh, yeah. Now, here we go. ::settling their pace down a bit, falling in stride with the other dancers. getting an eyeful of Jenna in his arms, and slowly becoming mesmorized. which is exactly why he doesn’t dance much anymore. he could fall for Joan Rivers if she danced with him::
<TashaForge> ::laughs. spins as gracefuly as she can in those heels. comes back:: Father taught me some dancing. Mother taught me more then I picked up the rest while clubbing and such as a teen. Dad tried to culture us a bit but it just never sunk in with me. Joe picked it up more than I did.
<HansLynx> ((::DIES, picturing a kat version of skeletal Joan Rivers:: Aough, aough! You dance divinely, Fletch. Aough! Aough! Have you met my whiny daughter? She rides on her momma’s fashinoable coat tails, aough! aough!))
<FletchRyder> ((LOL! The horror!))
<TashaForge> ((::DIIIIES!:: I shall have nightmares now! Auuuuugh!))
<HansLynx> <Jenna>::grinning as they’re dancing better now, letting him lead, looking up at him:: That’s much better… oh so wonderful you are!
<HansLynx> ::laughs a bit:: Clubbing music I’m decent at, but some of these moves today just bleh.
<TashaForge> ::laughs:: well its a good thing we’ve at least got each other to help out in different situations. You in this one and I in a more clublike atmosphere.
<FletchRyder> ::looking down into her eyes, augh spellbound!:: No, you’re wonderful. Everything’s.. wonderful. ::soft smile::
<HansLynx> True. ::smiles moves to dip her woo! XD:: I’m glad you like to go dancing though.
<HansLynx> <Jenna>::lol poor Fletch!:: Hmmm that it is! ::purrs and leans against his chest now as the song slows down::
<TashaForge> ::issa dipped! not too bad at this. just letting him lead:: I do. I love dancing. I used to want to be a dancer as I got older..that stage between being a tonboy and being a racer. ::grins::
<FletchRyder> ::hand on the small of her back softly pressing her against him, as he bends his head down slightly next to her neck and inhales deeply, taking in her aroma. seriously needs some sort of catastrophic event to take place right about now.. someone call Joan Rivers::
<HansLynx> ::laughs a little:: Did you have a pink tutu?
<HansLynx> <Jenna> ::mun dies XD perhaps it’s midnight and the music stops for the countdown? XD::
<TashaForge> ::laughs:: oh dear no. I actually kinda wanted to dance for like the musicians and such. That was a long long time ago. Now I just indulge myself at clubs.
<TashaForge> ::lol! yeah that works XD::
<HansLynx> <Jenna>::lol she able to note his gun btw?::
<FletchRyder> ::yes!:: <Band> ::music suddenly breaks off, and a drumroll is started as a large digital display above the booth starts counting down from 30 seconds::
<HansLynx> ::stops as the music does:: Ah here it comes! ::counts with now, keeping an eye on the jewelery booth::
<FletchRyder> ::some sort of gun-like object might be noticeable is her hand’s around his side. suddenly snaps his head up at the drumroll starting, looks down at the purring she-kat in his arms, and gulps:: Oh, hey! Look, 28 seconds until the new year, Jenna!
<FletchRyder> ::^if::
<TashaForge> ::watching both the clock and the booth! glancing at them both in case something happens. ::
<HansLynx> <Jenna>::blinks at that hard metal thing at his side but doesn’t ponder it for long:: Yeyee! ::giggles and starts counting::
<FletchRyder> ::tries to slyly disentangle himself from her and starts counting too, glancing around nervously as he tugs a big at his collar::
<FletchRyder> ::^bit::
<HansLynx> <Jenna>::somehow manages to keep ahold of him somehow, by an arm or ’round his middle lol:: 5… 4… 3… 2… 1, happy new year! ::tries to leap up a little, as she’s shorter XD, to get a kiss outta Fletch!::
<HansLynx> ::waits as if expecting an explosion or something lol then looks over at Tasha:: Happy New Year, Tasha. ::if nothing happens, will try to steal a kiss from her::
<TashaForge> ::w00ty! kiss is stolen…provided nothing explodes, is stolen, breaks,falls, cracks, chips, falls off, ect. XD:: Happy new Year to you too, Hans. ::smiles::
<FletchRyder> Happy New Ye-::gah! kissed! eyes widen a bit as he catches her mid-jump. parts lips and looks utterly taken aback, offering only a small half-smile as he sets her back down::
<HansLynx> ::maw and yey nothing explodes, is stolen, broken, fell, cracked, chipped etc. XD and he’s not slapped either. ;D::
<HansLynx> <Jenna>::giggles and tries to cling hug poor Fletch:: C’mon, let’s get you some bubbly to celebrate!
<FletchRyder> <Prattle Tom> ::sighs, picking up the lobster off his plate, glancing around, and kissing it quickly before setting it back down and whistling. a real sea food lover::
<HansLynx> ((::DIES::))
<TashaForge> ::LOL! no he not slapped. XD smiles at him more. takes his hand and gives it a little squeeze:: well…at least we weren’t at home by ourselves.
<TashaForge> ((::DIIES!::))
<FletchRyder> ::bent over a bit as he’s at her hug/cling level, trying to keep his smile:: Oh, yeah, sure! It’s already pretty bubbly around here. Heh heh.
<HansLynx> I’d rather we would be actually… ::smiles::
<HansLynx> <Jenna>::laughs:: You’re so funny, Fletch! ::lets him go and slaps his arm as she said “funny” XD tries to pull him to the drinks table::
<TashaForge> ::chuckles:: I meant us..like…seperate. Besides..this is definitly a New Years i’ll remember.
<FletchRyder> Heh, yeah. ::shakes his head some, as he’s strung along and slapped XD:: <Actually, I really could use that drink now.>
<HansLynx> Because of my fine dancing and conversation? ::snickers, notes Ryder’s perdiciment as he scans the room::
<HansLynx> <Jenna> ::reaches said table, takes up two glasses, hands one to him:: Cheers!
<FletchRyder> ::honestly thinks she’s a nice, beautiful girl, but still considers himself to be on duty and definitely got caught off guard by her, which is something he’s not accustomed to:: Cheers. ::smiles at her, looks at his glass, and starts chugging away::
<HansLynx> <Jenna>::clinks hers with his, spilling a bit of it on the floor then guzzles it down XD::
<TashaForge> ::laughs:: That and all this. Most she-kats would die to get in here. Its nothing like any other celebration I’ve been too thats for sure.
<FletchRyder> ::finishing it off, licks his lips some, eyeing the empty glass:: Wow, you weren’t kiddin’. This is some fine wine.
<FletchRyder> ::er, champagne. mun losing it::
<HansLynx> <Jenna> Champaaaaaaaaagneeeee. ::pronouncing it wrong as she’s out of it -g-::
<FletchRyder> ((::it’s all the sparkling grape juice, dangit!::))
<HansLynx> ::smiles:: I can bring you to some fancy ho-down like this another time if you’d like.
<HansLynx> ((LOL!!))
<TashaForge> ((::DIIIES! Loafs that stuff actually! Sparkling grape juice is da bomb!::))
<TashaForge> ::laughs:: Oh I don’t know. I’d have to get into this dress again. That was a feat in itself. I almost didn’t fit in it.
<FletchRyder> Oh, you are definitely.. yeah. Eh heh. ::takes her glass from her and sets both of theirs down::
<HansLynx> Surely that’s not the only dress you own?
<HansLynx> <Jenna> Definately what? ::hiccups::
<TashaForge> ::grins:: It is now. As of this afternoon this dress is the first one I’ve owned since I moved out from home.
<FletchRyder> Definitely calling a cab, my dear. ::smiles down at her:: You’re bubbling all over the place.
<HansLynx> ::laughs a bit:: Goodness why do you loathe dresses so much?
<TashaForge> ::shrugs:: YOu can’t race or do law enforcement in one so…thats gotta be a bad thing, right?
<HansLynx> <Jenna> I am?! ::looks alarmed, spinning around trying to check herself and the back of her dress::
<TashaForge> ((LOL! Jenna!))
<HansLynx> But you can dance in one. ::smiles gently::
<FletchRyder> ::can’t hold it, lets out a small laugh as he reaches out to her to stop her from spinninng herself:: You’re fine.
<HansLynx> <Jenna> Whoooo! ::nearly falls over but leans against him as she’s stopped from spinning:: So are you, sugarbooger! ::snickersnortgiggle::
<TashaForge> ::smiles in return:: true, but dresses like these cost lots of money. I had to dip into my winnings from the race track for this! I use that money for my car upgrades.
<FletchRyder> ((<Fletch> ::is the only sane male in the MBI. not going after any she-kat who’s affiliated with their superiors in any way XD::))
<TashaForge> ((::DIIIES!::))
<HansLynx> ((::diies!::))
<HansLynx> Then why didn’t you get a dress that wasn’t tight and itchy? ::smirks::
<FletchRyder> ::smirks at that, but checks to make sure no one heard it just the same as he keeps her upright:: Whew, okay, no more champagneee, alright? ::mispronouncing it like her, finding this all very amusing now::
<TashaForge> Because it was the only one in the store that fit me that wasn’t really ugly or really short. Plus it looked like something kats would wear to a party like this.
<HansLynx> <Jenna> Then let’s go to my place and have some rum and ::hiccup!:: coke! Issa better anywayeeee. ::pats his face a few times, hiccups::
<HansLynx> <Jenna>::call me a cab XD::
<FletchRyder> ((<Tasha> ::in a blue dress:: <Everyone else> ::in black and white, staaare at her:: <Tasha> ::sighs:: Guess they wouldn’t wear something like this.))
<TashaForge> ((LOL!!))
<HansLynx> (LOL!!))
<HansLynx> Then why didn’t you just go to another store? ::smirking::
<TashaForge> I didn’t know where another one was! Hans…I do good to know where the store to by NORMAL clothes is.
<HansLynx> ::laughs a bit:: You’re so not a typical she-kat.
<FletchRyder> Um, yeah, that sounds like a great idea. ::just wanting to get her home:: You want to go now?
<TashaForge> ::laughs:: What was your first clue? ::grins::
<HansLynx> <Jenna>::giggles:: Yes! ::points in air dramatically::
<HansLynx> I can’t even remember what it was. ::smiles::
<FletchRyder> ::chuckles, shaking his head some, helping her through the crowd to the elevator:: Where do you live, Jenna?
<TashaForge> Uh huh…So I don’t like to shop. ::shrugs:: No biggie. I’ve survived without it.
<HansLynx> <Jenna> At Puma-Dyne! ::snort laughs as if she told a hilarious joke:: Tho that’s just what they sayeeee at work. ::hiccups is led out to elevator, swaying a bit:: I livin’ at um… um… ::hands him her purse:: theerres a card that’ll >hic< tell ya.
<HansLynx> I don’t like to shop either, but a tom’s gotta eat.
<TashaForge> True. I can find the grocery store alright. Thats not a problem. Its the other stuff I have issues with.
<FletchRyder> ::gets into elevator, raising eyebrow as her purse is pushed into his hands. open it uneasily, not liking to meddle with she-kats effects, trying to find the card she speaks of quickly:: Ah, here we go. ::pulls it out, looks at it a moment, then helps her out onto the main floor as the elevator stops::
<HansLynx> Well, you cook for Joe, get him to shop for you? ::snickers::
<HansLynx> <purse>::fulla make up, change purse with cards in it, one her Puma-Dyne ID, driver’s license yadda, nothing personal::
<FletchRyder> <Guests> ::as night wears on, eventually start to wobble out, thinning out the large ballroom::
<TashaForge> ::busts up:: oh dear no….he’d mess up something bad.
<HansLynx> <Jenna>::helped out wheeee!:: Y’know, cabs are’nt yellow… they’re kinda orange. Why do they lie to us?
<HansLynx> Then maybe go out with one of your girlfriends?
<FletchRyder> ::helps her through the front door and down the steps, waving his arm to hail a taxi:: I dunno’. Maybe it’s just how you look at them. ::grinning as he opens the door of one that pulls up::
<TashaForge> Um…maybe..though most of them don’t like the same things I like. Face it, Hans. I’m not a girly she-kat. ::watching kats file outta there. will have to find Dwayne and give the necklace back::
<HansLynx> <Jenna>::gets inside the cab:: Aren’t you comin’ sugarbooger? >hic!<
<HansLynx> ::watching them as well, glad this evening went well:: Then go shopping with me? ::smirks::
<TashaForge> With you? ::laughs:: you go shopping…wait..tahts kinda a stupid question.
<FletchRyder> Oh, gosh, I totally lost track of time, Jenna. It’s waaay past my bedtime, and I’d better get back home. We’ll have to have those cokes some other night. ::handing her card to the taxi driver along with some cash:: See she gets to this address safely, pal.
<HansLynx> I don’t like it but maybe with company it’d be better. Oooh we can go shop for a cyuuute lil’ pursey purse! ::nudging her, being a dork now::
<TashaForge> ::slaps at him:: oh no! I don’t think so!
<HansLynx> <cabbie> ::nods:: Sure thing, man. <Jenna> ::pouty:: Okieeee. ::blows a kiss at him as they pull away XD. heard asking the driver:: Why is it yellow cab but the color is orange?
<FletchRyder> ::offers a half-smile, closing the door, and letting out a small sigh as he turns to go back into the winding down party::
<HansLynx> And find you some matching shooooes in pretty pretty pink. Oh you’ll be to die for!
<TashaForge> Ugh! Pink! I don’t think so! ::shakes her head. walks off to find Dewayne! taking off that necklace to give to him. if he ain’t around will hand it over to someone at the booth::
<TashaForge> ::was smiling though at Hans when she did that. isn’t mad no..just don’t like pink XD::
<HansLynx> ::walking with her::
<FletchRyder> <Dwayne> ::now that practically everyone’s left, comes up to Tasha and Hans, looking a bit tired but cheery all-around:: Oh, Miss Forge, I hate to part you of such an exquisite and complementary piece, but I’m afraid I must take back Estonia now.
<HansLynx> ((oh man ladies… I can’t believe it’s so late. X_x ::will be up in a couple hours lol:: I need to go.))
<TashaForge> ::smiles:: I know. I was coming to give it to you. Here you go. ::hands it over:: Thank you for letting me wear it. It was beautiful.
<HansLynx> ::will drive them back he will XD::
<TashaForge> ((lol! Nights Annu! ::huggles::))
<FletchRyder> ::gets in the elevator and gets back to the other two::