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A Night To Remember
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Dorothy Khushrenada Apr 28 2009, 11:45 PM Post #1
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"Something that shows me off to my greatest advantage, my pet. Oh, and it should do something for you as well. We shall arrive as the smartest looking couple since whoever may have come before us who also looked sharp."

Treize was so generous.

The new Dorothy Khushrenada bit back a sigh at Weridge's party. She was tired, and she wished she could retire for the night. She did not feel as if she got much sleep the night before, and she had had to wake up early to get ready for the wedding. After the exhausting ceremony, she had endured the reception with much grace, she thought. Now she wanted to collapse and to soak in a very hot tub. However, the party was supposedly partly in her honor—try telling that to Treize though—and Weridge was a good ally. He had helped her tremendously in taking Romefeller, and of course she and her family had known him for years. Still, she was quite tired, and if it had been most anyone else, she would have declined.

She drained a champagne flute and put an arm around her new husband. Truthfully, Dorothy had given the task of deciding her and Treize's costumes to Anda. The little girl had been upset at being left out of yet another masquerade, and Dorothy had been in no mood to listen to her for days on end, so she took a page out of Treize's disastrous parenting book and bribed her. Plus, this way, if Treize hated the choice, she'd just let him know that Anda picked it out especially for him, and she bet he'd suddenly like it...or at least pretend to like it.

Anda had originally picked Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley, but Dorothy managed to persuade the girl to pick something else. Next Anda tried Aladdin and Jasmin from the Disney movie, but Dorothy convinced the child that they would be going as that for Halloween, so they couldn't do it now. In the end, Anda settled on Troy Bolton and Sharpay Evans from High School Musical. Dorothy and Anda both agreed that Troy should have dumped Gabriella for Sharpay, and they were not biased toward the evil blonde chick at all.

"Anda was very worried about our coming here," she told Treize, adjusting her schoolgirl outfit. "She fears that the same thing that happened last time will happen this time. She doesn't want us caught in an ambush." She grabbed another drink sipping it. "She's also worried about your mother being here." At the thought of her new mother-in-law, Dorothy took a long drink. "By the way, I'm going to stab her—your mother. She attacked me just before the wedding ceremony. At least she won't hang around like Summer did...does." Matushka Khushrenada would most likely be leaving soon, back to her cold castle in the mountains. Treize wasn't a mama's boy like Jack was, and she didn't think that Treize really wanted his mother to stick around anyway even if the old witch wanted to.

She stifled a yawn by taking another drink. "How long is this ball?" She leaned on Treize and kissed him. "No more husbands after you. This is too much work, so you can't die until you're a very old man.... Unfortunately, you'll probably still look like this when you're old, but I'll look like your grandmother! It's not fair. You look younger than I now. Some impertinent journalist thought you were younger than I! Of course, she also thought I might be a virgin tonight somehow. She asked if you slept with Milliardo, too...along with many other invasive questions like how you are in bed and your 'family jewels.' I think you should behead her." Hm. Maybe she should stop drinking after all the ones she had at the reception. Nah.
 
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This will teach me a lesson.

Treize was expecting to come to the party as one half of a cool couple. Maybe Antony & Cleopatra, Romeo & Juliet, Bonnie & Clyde...even Zechs & Noin. He definitely wasn't expecting to show up in the mask of this high school geek. This was a costume Trowa Barton might like, or some other loser. It certainly wasn't fitting for His Most Illustrious Excellency, quite probably the next President of the Earth Sphere Unified Nation. If he'd chosen the costume himself, he might be standing here right now dressed as Captain Kirk. Dorothy could be Spock. If he'd known this was Anda's doing, he'd go home right now and thank his little kitten properly for this suggestion. Like perhaps poisoning her pony. Or that repulsive goat lamb thing.

No, this is my fault. I should have chosen the costumes myself. But who knew Dorothy would be so spiteful and cruel?

He grabbed a glass of champagne from a passing waiter and downed it like water before gesturing for a second glass. Perhaps he should have let Magnetic Milkman choose the costumes. They'd be dressed like ridiculous members of a Goth industrial band right now, but at least he wouldn't feel like such an idiot.

Regardless of what some people thought, Zac was most certainly not in the least bit awesome. How dare so many people vote for him in the polls. Hopefully the real election wouldn't go so badly. With that thought in mind, Treize decided to suck it up and shake hands with everyone at the party, despite his embarrassment. No reason he shouldn't canvas for votes on his honeymoon, was there? Maybe another drink wasn't a bad idea, either. It seemed to be doing wonders for Dorothy.

He turned to give his new bride a brilliant smile, for 'brilliant' was how he did everything. At least Dorothy looked smashing as Ashley Tisdale.

"Anda was very worried about our coming here. She fears that the same thing that happened last time will happen this time. She doesn't want us caught in an ambush."

"She needn't worry. I don't have that kind of luck."  He'd actually be grateful if they were assassinated right now. The longer he wore this mask, the more he could feel his brain cells dying. Good going, you fool. Now Dorothy will know how much you despise this costume.  "Ah, what I meant, my little shnooglepum, is that I'd love to prove my love for you by fighting off any intruders who might threaten you with harm or inconvenience, be it large or small. Any servants here you find the least bit suspicious, my pet? Merely say the word, and I shall eliminate them immediately, like a knight of old."  It would definitely make him feel better to kill someone right now. And if the waiters were  soldiers of darkness, like the ones at the President's ball, it would also help his campaign when the media reported how he'd dispatched them.

"She's also worried about your mother being here."

"Is she?"  Seemed odd at first that a child should fear her grandmother, and then Treize remembered. Anda wasn't actually his child, though he thought of her as same. His mother had never liked Mustard Marbles either, and she was at least his biological daughter. But a sleazy nurse on a colony was not Eleanor's idea of a proper consort for her son.

"By the way, I'm going to stab her—your mother. She attacked me just before the wedding ceremony. At least she won't hang around like Summer did...does."

"No, I imagine her house will rise up on its chicken legs and carry her back to the haunted forest she came from before long."  Summer at least endeared herself with juleps and babysitting offers. Eleanor couldn't even make a decent Nikolashka. Not her fault, he supposed. She wasn't any more Russian than the Czarina Alexandra. But like the wife of the Czar, she tried to shape herself to fit her husband's family.

"You say she attacked you?"  This didn't surprise him a bit. His mother apparently intended to establish her dominance over his new bride as early as possible.  "I'll have a word with her when we get home."  Without removing his mask, even. That would ensure he was more violently angry. His mother had served her purpose as far as he was concerned. She'd given birth to him, and wisely avoided trying to surpass the effort...as if that were possible. Her usefulness was therefore quite finished. If she wasn't going to serve his interests any longer, what raison d'être  did she possibly have?  "You needn't trouble yourself over her any longer, my sweet."  There were plenty of other things to worry about.

"Some impertinent journalist thought you were younger than I! Of course, she also thought I might be a virgin tonight somehow. She asked if you slept with Milliardo, too...along with many other invasive questions like how you are in bed and your 'family jewels.' I think you should behead her."

Treize nearly gagged on his champagne. Sleep with Milliardo? If only he had. He'd always wanted to, but he was a married man now and custom demanded that he wait at least seven years before cheating on his wife.

Oh, good. Another waiter was passing by. Treize placed his empty glasses on the tray and took a third. It was too bad he had such a high tolerance for alcohol. He'd really love to get drunk and lose himself before many more people saw him in this ludicrous outfit. The least he could do was try to get Dorothy loaded. Maybe she'd forgive him for having a mother then.

"Let me get you another, my precious," he offered, signaling for the waiter.  "Or perhaps you'd prefer a cocktail? I believe I saw some mai tai's traveling around the room earlier with little parasols in them."

Milliardo, I'll be waiting on the other side. You'll find me in the penthouse suite with a fine brandy, listening to Dvořák. Be sure to wipe your feet.
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Quatre R. Winner Apr 29 2009, 04:17 PM Post #3
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Quatre got to the party a little early, but that was okay. It gave him some time to apply extra eyeliner and practice his "cool but aloof" expression in the men's restroom. He found that if he kept his eyes half-lidded rather than wide and reflective like he normally was that it transformed his face. Keeping his mouth closed around the fangs was also interesting and the only way to accomplish it was to make a peculiar little smirk to keep them from showing. After about half an hour of practice he got his new look down. He washed his hands, replaced his white gloves and wandered out into the building crowd of the party.

Almost immediately he was approached by a man in a suit who looked none to happy.

"Where is your tray? I see hands without drinks!" The man wailed with a heavy French accent while shoving a tray and a clean cloth into Quatre's hands. "Honestly, do I have to do everything around here? Allez!"

Quatre blinked and looked down at the items in his hand with a grin. Lovely, they thought he was a waiter. With a careful glance around the room he realized that his plain black coat and tie combo was vaguely similar to the waiters who mulled through the masses. He was fine with that! This would give him even further disguise, not to mention reason to approach people he knew without them actually recognizing him.

And since he didn't drink anyway, it would be fun to supply others with spirits.

Okay. He could do this, he had been to enough parties! With a toothy grin he draped the cloth over his arm and balanced the silver tray adorned with champagne flutes and multicolored drinks on his other before waltzing through the crowd handing out beverages. He recognized many influential people in this crowd. Diplomats from all over the world had come in attendance, all of which Quatre had met through his political work. Good thing they wouldn't recognize him. His name alone was practically a curse on anyone's re-election campaign and he was sure nobody would wish to be in his company. Not with the elections so close, anyway. Oh well...

Hey, someone was flagging him down. Wasn't that Zac Efron?

Quatre narrowed his eyes even more at the sight of the actor. Damn him, what was he doing here? He resisted the urge to run up to him and punch him in the face - retribution for his horrible portrayal of Quatre as a flaming flamingo!

After all, Quatre was very certain he wasn't THAT gay. Was he?

Bah...

"How may I serve you?" He asked in his practiced, low voice. Despite his best attempts he still sounded kind of light in the loafers. Oh well. He eyed Mister Efron through his mask before glancing at his lovely date. Ashley Tinsdale? For real? Quatre almost squealed in glee! He loved her in High School Musical!

Ahem. No. Disguise. Waiter... waiters don't squeal.

"A fruity drink, miss?"

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Dorothy Khushrenada Apr 29 2009, 07:25 PM Post #4
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"Ah, what I meant, my little shnooglepum, is that I'd love to prove my love for you by fighting off any intruders who might threaten you with harm or inconvenience, be it large or small. Any servants here you find the least bit suspicious, my pet? Merely say the word, and I shall eliminate them immediately, like a knight of old."

Dorothy raised an unseen eyebrow at the claim. It didn't seem entirely genuine, but she wasn't sure why. Some part of her brain was trying to tell her something, but it got lost in the fog that had settled in her mind. "Mm...that one," she said pointing to one at random. She was bored, and she wondered if her groom would stay true to his word.

"You say she attacked you? I'll have a word with her when we get home. You needn't trouble yourself over her any longer, my sweet."

"Good. She...she...." She scrunched up her face as something occurred to her. "Anda's going to hate me!" she exclaimed with a sob at the edge of her voice. "I hate my mother...I hate your mother...you hate your mother...my mother hates her mother.... Anda's destined to hate me!" She grabbed Treize tightly. "And so will our kids...but they'll have nowhere to go.... They have to stay with me until they're grown. Anda can run to Summer, though! Curse her!" She buried her face into Treize's chest as if she were crying, but thankfully no tears ever actually came.

"Let me get you another, my precious. Or perhaps you'd prefer a cocktail? I believe I saw some mai tai's traveling around the room earlier with little parasols in them."

"A fruity drink, miss?"


At the mention of more alcohol, she perked up and went to the waiter. "All of them, Woobikins." She grabbed a drink off the waiter's tray. "Go get more and stay by me." She turned him by the shoulder and pushed him off in a direction.

She turned back to Treize, and the message that her mind had been trying to tell her finally reached its destination. "Are you...embarrassed, honey darling?" She gulped half of her drink. "Anda Panda picked these out just for us." She finished the drink and set the glass down on a tray that wasn't there anymore. "If you are, it's so adorable." She wrapped her arms around her husband, stood slightly on her toes, and kissed his neck. "I love you!"
 
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Treize Khushrenada Apr 30 2009, 08:51 PM Post #5
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"Any servants here you find the least bit suspicious, my pet? Merely say the word, and I shall eliminate them immediately, like a knight of old."

"Mm...that one."

Treize hadn't really expected her to take him up on his offer just to test his adoration. There, he'd learned another lesson. Never offer to belt someone unless you really want to do it, for some reason. Fine; he'd beat the crap out of the poor waiter if it would please her.

Fortunately the one in question was on the far side of the room, way out of earshot. Treize marched over to him determinedly and then whacked him in the skull with his fist, shocking not only the waiter but also dozens of bystanders. This wasn't going to make him any points in the election if anyone found out who he was. He was about to offer the waiter his hand and help him up, but Dorothy was probably watching. Instead he bent down threateningly, keeping his Zac mask firmly in place and mumbled, "Gee, I'm sorry, Mister. I thought you were my brother-in-law."  It might be something that idiot Zac might say.

Making his way back to Dorothy, Treize learned another lesson. Never hit a waiter who had an iron jaw unless you wanted to break your hand. His fist began swelling up and he plunked it into the largest drink glass with ice on Quatre's tray.

"There's one waiter who'll never annoy you again, Strudel Woogums," he reassured Dorothy.

"Anda's going to hate me! I hate my mother...I hate your mother...you hate your mother...my mother hates her mother.... Anda's destined to hate me! And so will our kids...but they'll have nowhere to go...They have to stay with me until they're grown. Anda can run to Summer, though! Curse her!"

"Don't be silly, Sugar Muffin. Your mother and mine are clearly psychotic. Anda's is quite sane. She married me,  after all."

"A fruity drink, miss?"

"All of them, Woobikins. Go get more and stay by me."

Hmm...there was something familiar about this waiter. He couldn't be the one Treize slugged a minute ago. Dorothy seemed to know him too; at least, Treize couldn't remember the last time she called a servant 'Woobikins.' But where did Treize know him from? He pulled his aching fist out of the glass as the waiter was pushed away to get more drinks, and absently put it in his mouth while pondering it. Well, no point in wasting perfectly good alcohol. Oooh, a scotch old-fashioned on the rocks. Excellent.

"Are you...embarrassed, honey darling? Anda Panda picked these out just for us. If you are, it's so adorable. I love you!"

She loved him for hating this costume? Women were odd, but what could you do about it? Ah, yes. Get them drunk. Treize bent down as she kissed his neck, since he loved kisses pretty much anywhere, and simultaneously plotted how to get even with Anda when they got home.

Telling her Santa was dead might do it.

Milliardo, I'll be waiting on the other side. You'll find me in the penthouse suite with a fine brandy, listening to Dvořák. Be sure to wipe your feet.
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"All of them, Woobikins. Go get more and stay by me."

Woobikins? It was obvious Dorothy was already drunk. Or on crack. Or the blond ditz persona that accompanied her costume was getting to her head.

Oh wait, he didn't know this was Treize and Dorothy. He was shoved in the opposite direction to the bar where he could refill his tray and Ashley and Zac fresh drinks.

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After trying to make out with his neck, Dorothy was content to rest her head on Treize's shoulder, hanging onto him. She stood there for some period of time, not knowing how long it actually was, breathing his scent and listening to his breathing pattern. At some point, a clatter startled her out of her rest—she had not dozed off. Honest!

She looked over her shoulder and gazed at the other guests. As her critical eye passed over each, an irrational irritation built up within her. Vexation had come to her in waves throughout the day, and she had been dousing the fire with alcohol. Only now she had nothing to toss down her throat, and that annoyed her even more.

"They...look...they...I...." She started to breathe more heavily, and she could not find the correct words for what she was feeling, adding to her frustration. Her throat was dry. She felt like she was suffocating. She steadied herself long enough to mutter, "I need some air."

She hurried off to the closest balcony, which was thankfully quite large, so she didn't have to stand too close to anyone who was out there. It was spring now, but the air tonight was a little crisp, nonetheless. It helped to clear some of the fog that had settled in her brain. She took off her mask and set it down. She leaned over the railing and stared at the ground below, attempting to collect herself back into her normal, calm, cold persona.
 
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Well, if his sugar plum wasn't going to wear her mask anymore, then Treize certainly wasn't going to walk around looking like this Zac idiot any longer. He gladly tore off his mask and set it down on the balcony railing while studying his snoogums boogums.

"What's the matter, Pudding? You seem sad all of a sudden."

She'd been kissing his neck so alluringly, and he'd slowly been entranced into rocking her back and forth, rather like a slow dance. To the rest of the guests, that's probably how it looked. Strange how she could bewitch him with the smallest gestures. On the one hand, he hated anyone having that much power over him. He wanted to be the one who enslaved others. On the other hand, there was something so captivating about Dorothy that he didn't mind being her minion...at least once in a while. Women being what they were, she probably imagined him as her servant all the time. Silly girl.

"Can I get you anything, Honey Bear? Another drink? Something to eat? I could ask the orchestra to play another song, if you'd prefer."  What a whipped poodle.

Milliardo, I'll be waiting on the other side. You'll find me in the penthouse suite with a fine brandy, listening to Dvořák. Be sure to wipe your feet.
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If Dorothy could have perceived Treize's thoughts, she would have laughed—at least internally. Men had fragile egos, and in certain hands, Treize had one of the most fragile ones. Despite how much her new husband drove her crazy sometimes, she never even wanted to dent his adorable, if inflated, ego. Sometimes she even helped it grow.

"What's the matter, Pudding? You seem sad all of a sudden."

She smiled a little, still watching the ground below. With her mind slightly cleared, even she did not understand her actions a few moments earlier, but she was ready to write that off as a woman's prerogative to change moods so suddenly. "Nothing's the matter, darling. Nothing really. I'm just winding down from the day is all. I didn't get much sleep last night, and I've been a little stressed today...trying to make sure everything goes perfectly for you, mon loup." She straightened up and kissed him. "I'm sorry I came outside so abruptly. I didn't mean to worry you."

"Can I get you anything, Honey Bear? Another drink? Something to eat? I could ask the orchestra to play another song, if you'd prefer."

She rested her hands on his chest. "I've been drinking all day. Our mothers and Summer...I can deal with them one-on-one, I can deal with them two at a time, but all three together drive me to drink. You're such a good husband." Because he was a whipped poodle. For his treat, he got another kiss. "Coccolissimo, you're all I need right now. A song later would be nice, though. Last time, I didn't get to dance at all!"
 
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Ah, yes. This was true. The waiters had attacked early in the evening if he remembered correctly, and he'd never had the chance to dance, either. Well, time to correct such an egregious error. With a sigh of distaste, he picked up the Zac mask and placed it back on his head. Apparently this Zac and Ashley were idols to his little kitten, so she'd probably thought she was doing them a big favor by choosing these as the costumes. How could he stay mad at her? But for the next ball, he'd choose the costumes himself. Hopefully it wouldn't take too much liquor to coax Dorothy into a Princess Leia costume. You know, the one she wore while chained to Jabba the Hutt. That would teach her a lesson about something. In the meantime, at least he had the satisfaction of knowing his mask creeped out the Countess Motley of Sis and some of the other guests.

The orchestra—or orchestras—as some might see it, began to play a lively waltz. Treize bowed low to his strudel and then offered her his arm.  "It would give me great pleasure if you would grace me with this dance, Honey Buckets."

By the way, when were they ever going to give out the award for most obnoxious pet name? Treize should have won hours ago.

Milliardo, I'll be waiting on the other side. You'll find me in the penthouse suite with a fine brandy, listening to Dvořák. Be sure to wipe your feet.
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