09/15/06

                I can't believe how bad I've been about writing! But to be honest - not much has been going on. Lucifer had a nice party to welcome us back to town, but other than that - not much. We haven't even been to see Caesar! Olivia was going out partying with her girls every night. Alfred went a time or two but it was mostly Olivia and the girls.

                She got bored with that eventually, and locked herself away to create something she said would come in handy for traveling. When she finally emerged eight (or was it nine?) days later, she had a flask that has a never-ending supply of water. So now when we travel, all she has to do is convert that water into fuel and we are good to go!

                Now, we may not have been doing much, but even now, Vegas is never dull and some interesting things have been going on.

                I've been spending some time at the Temple, helping Thomas (his congregation has been growing!) and we've been doing quite a bit of family counseling. The drug and alcohol problems are amazing. But most disturbing is the use of one drug in particular - Favor.

                It's a post-change designer drug and it is hugely popular. For a ten-chip hit, it not only blisses you out for a few hours, it somehow alters the synaptic connections in the brain. In effect, it diverts any and all pain impulses into sensations of great pleasure. Like most drugs, there's a real downside to Favor. The withdrawal is ugly! Even the most casual user goes thru Hell, the day after. They feel depressed, irritable and are extremely touch sensitive - so sensitive that even the lightest clothing is painful. But the drug's popularity continues to grow in the labor population; construction and agriculture in particular.

                I mentioned it at dinner and Olivia said that she'd run into it while she was hitting the clubs and she didn't much care for it. The 'high' wasn't all that and the 'low' was way too low. Even a dose of Go-Juice didn't take the edge off and it took almost the entire day after until she felt better. She said that she had felt so irritable that a maid simply rattling some dishes on a tray made her so crazy she almost shot the poor woman.

                "The really weird thing," she said, "was that when I took it - everything and everyone looked like it had Before. I guess that's why one of its other names is 'Matrix'. All in all, I hated it."

                Alfred said that the Overlords (him included) are giving it as an incentive to their workers. Olivia was appalled.

                "But I have to," Alfred said. "If I don't, my workers will leave and go to work for another Overlord who will give it to them." He went on to tell us that Luxor's people created the drug "as an alternative to other drugs or alcohol that lead to violence."

                Then Alfred changed the subject and told us that the Overlords without Domains have been acting very oddly in recent weeks. They've been calling on various Temples and clergy members, asking question about the various faiths. When they're asked why they want to know these things, the Overlords will only say that they need to know.

                "Oh! I almost forget," Alfred said. "Siegfreid and Roy are rearing their ugly heads again."

                "What?"

                "Some have become upset over their treatment and some are demanding that they be released - that the humanoids of Vegas might see them as martyrs and that those feelings might lead to an uprising. Lucifer has suggested that they be set free to live their lives as ordinary people. But the idea was rejected. Soundly rejected."

                After dinner, Olivia and I contacted Malcolm, via the crystal. He was pretty upset that we hadn't attended any of his weekly staff meetings.

                Olivia asked me, "You haven't gone either?"

                "You're the one with the ring…"

                Olivia told Malcolm, "Sorry! We'll try to do better."

                He just sighed and shook his head, "Sure. Good night, ladies."

09/16/06:

                We received a message that Lucifer wanted our opinion on a matter of internal security and he requested that we join him for lunch to discuss it. He avoided shoptalk during the entire meal, but finally asked, "Have you been keeping up with current events?"

                Olivia said, "There's a new drug on the street. I tried it - hated the hangover."

                Lucifer nodded, "The other Overlords have asked Luxor to do something about changing that aspect of it."

                "And?" I asked.

                "And Luxor's answer was, 'That is how it was designed.' and he refuses to change it."

                "Charming," I said.

                Lucifer smiled, "Very. But the subject I was referring to was what you two think we should do about Siegfried and Roy."

                Olivia asked, "Are they even sane?"

                "Were they ever sane?" I asked.

                Lucifer said, "Sane enough."

                "Well then, have you tried talking to them? Asking them what they want to do?" Olivia asked.

                "I have. All they would say was that they want to be left alone."

                Olivia said, "So get them a house, maybe some security."

                Lucifer shook his head, "They do not wish to join the general populace. They're afraid that they will be blamed. For us."

                "So sneak them out of town somewhere," I said.

                "But where? That's why I wanted to talk to you."

                "Why? Who cares?" I said.

                "And do we dare banish them?" he continued.

                Olivia asked, "Can they take care of themselves?"

                "That is a good question. Phillips commented once that they may not have been altogether with it to begin with, but they had nothing on someone named Michael Jackson."

                "Oh my God!" I said. "I don't even want to think about what he Changed into."

                Olivia suggested, "Why not have a mage morph them into something, so no one would recognize them? Maybe tigers - that would be appropriate."

                Luci's hackles started to rise. "Not Overlords - just tigers," Olivia blurted.

                "We need to do something, soon, the situation is coming to a head," Lucifer said.

                "Maybe a non-Overlord should ask them what they want to do."

                Lucifer smiled, "I was hoping you two could speak to Binion about this matter. She is the Alpha female and influences the others. When I tried to speak to her about the matter, she became very emotional." He rubbed his side painfully.

                Olivia said, "Sure, we could do that. I'm not doing anything until later his evening, Jazz?"

                "Sure, why not."

                "Thank you. You know, if you could come up with something that sounds like a punishment and get them out of our hair. Something humane but permanent - that would be perfect."

                Then he asked us for another favor, "If you could keep your eyes and ears open, concerning Luxor. Lately he's been - Humans have a phrase - 'too good to be true'. Well Luxor has been behaving very oddly of late. He claims that it is part of his religious conversion, but…"

                "His what?!?" I asked.

                "You heard me, his conversion. While you were gone, a white tiger walked into town from the wastelands. He claims to have come from San Diego bringing a message: 'The Gods created the Overlords in Their image and They have a plan for us'."

                He shook his head and continued, "And this is what brought the issue of Sigfried and Roy to the forefront. This 'proclamation' got them off the hook for Creating us. Luxor was the first and has remained the most public convert to this theory. He has thrown some big money into building a temple to these Gods - or, as They are being called, The Unknown Ones. The theory is that once the temple is complete and people believe enough to achieve our racial destiny of global domination, then the Gods will make Themselves known and the Lost Children will be returned to us."

                "Wow, that's quite a promise," I said. "Who is this prophet?"

                "He says that he has no name, so he is called 'The Seeker of Names', 'The Seeker' or simply The Prophet'." Lucifer went on to say that all of this had given all of the Overlords quite the newfound work ethic. Luxor's transformation has been quite startling. Someone asked him if the distribution of Favor was a proper action and he claimed to have consulted the Seeker."

                "And?" I prompted.

                "And his response was, 'They are only Humans. I am here to lead our people - not them. The Unknown Ones have no concern for them.' And so the Favor continues to flow, but since then, half of the money from the sales of Favor goes to the temple."

                "But that is a secondary concern, the first matter to deal with is Sigfried and Roy. You will speak to Binion?" he asked.

                Olivia assured him we would.

                "Right. Sure. Who cares, but sure," I said.

                Lucifer was totally amazed that I didn't care, "Truly? You don't care?"

                "Truly. I don't. I never gave a single thought to them Before and I don't now. I mean if you want them out of here - it's a big country - find them a house somewhere and put them in it."

                Olivia asked, "Have any non-Overlords petitioned for their release?"

                "Some yes. There was a group from New Ectopia that came thru here, bringing a trade envoy from San Francisco. They went to see them and began screaming 'Hate Crime!'" Lucifer sounded baffled. "Caesar had them sedated and hauled off. 'Hate crime' indeed! Yes, they're in a cage. But they still get their facials, their hair gets bleached, and they receive regular manicures. Some hate crime!"

                Olivia was thinking, "Hmmmmmm, San Francisco. Can we go talk to them before we see Binion?"

                "Certainly."

                He gave us written authorization to enter their 'enclosure' and we went to the Mirage. The guards were very reluctant to allow us in, but one finally said, "Lord Lucifer will have to answer to Caesar - not us." And they let us go in.

                Siegfried and Roy heard the door open and were startled by the sight of us, "What do you want?" one of them asked. The other said, "You're Hum….people! Why are you here?"

                Olivia said, "There has been some discussion of what to do with you. Some want to send you somewhere."

                "They will never let us go."

                "Talk to us," Olivia said. "Where would you like to go?"

                "Someplace where no one knows us. We are hated here."

                "But where could we go?"

                "What could we do?"

                "Who would hire us?"

                I was annoyed. "So you want to stay here?"

                "We don't have any skills."

                "No one did" I snapped, "You'll learn."

                "Can you tell us what happened, out there? No one has ever told us anything. Was there a nuclear war? Did radiation change things?"

                So we tried to explain. I don't think they comprehended any of it.

                "Can we really go anywhere we want?"

                "Anywhere in the world?"

                "Where would be nice?"

                I told them, "Actually this is the best place. All things considered, Vegas came out of it pretty damn well."

                "San Francisco?" Olivia asked.

                "Mexico?" one asked. "Cancun and Mazatlan were always nice."

                "Oh, you'll love it now," I said. "There are no Cats. But they do have human sacrifices."

                They looked at each other and decided. "San Francisco is good."

                So we left them for a moment to call Lucifer, "They seem to have decided on San Francisco."

                "Are you taking them?" he asked.

                "Can we? Does anything else need to be done before we do?" I asked.

                Olivia suggested a scam to explain their absence, "Announce that they've been taken off display. Then get a couple of dead bodies, have one of your mages magic them into looking like Sigfried and Roy and make it look as if they killed each other."

                Lucifer said, "I'll work out the details later. Take them, now."

                I said, "Okay, but can you talk to the guards so they don't shoot us?"

                He agreed and we handed the phone to the head of the guard detail and went back inside.

                Siegfried and Roy had changed into jeans and t-shirts and Olivia and I helped them pack some stuff into some bags. We were just about to leave when there was yelling and banging on the glass above us. It was Binion. And she was pissed! She was gesturing angrily to us and we chose to misunderstand her. We waived and Olivia yelled, "We'll be right back!" She activated the ring and we re-appeared on top of Mount Tam.

                It was a strange sight, California's new coastline. There was what appeared to be floating structures that were really the top floors of the tallest buildings. I think maybe two buildings in a hundred were still standing, and Nature was fast reclaiming the ruins. But there were signs of life; fishing boats, smoke from settlements.

                The boys were disappointed; "It's not as pretty as it was." If I'd had a ruler, I'd have nun-slapped them into next week. We saw some smoke coming from a settlement not too far off and we headed for it. There was a stockade with a large kill-zone cleared around it. We stopped at its edge and were hailed by a voice.

                "We have nothing here for beggars. No jobs - move along."

                Olivia yelled, "Can we talk with you? Without shouting, that is?" Then she said to Siegfried and Roy, "Tell them you have a nightclub act."

                "What?" I said. "Does it look to you like they have a nightclub in there?"

                A woman appeared on the top of the stockade, "What do you want to know?"

                "What's the local currency?" Olivia asked.

                "There is none, just barter."

                Olivia said, "These men are looking for work as entertainers." Then she whispered, "Come on, speak up! It's your lives."

                "We are very good entertainers."

                "And we can take care of animals."

                "Look! I don't care if your Siegfried and freakin' Roy - we have enough shepherds."

                Olivia yelled, "What do you need?"

                The gates opened and the woman came out. "So what are you? A freelance survivor placement service?"

                I said, "We are today. We're doing a favor for a friend."

                She looked the boys over and asked, "These two aren't on the run from Ka are they? We don't need any trouble from them."

                "No, they're not," I assured her.

                "They're from Vegas," Olivia said.

                That got the woman's attention. "You came here from Vegas? What's their story? We haven't heard anything from there." So, for the umpteenth time, we explained the situation in Vegas and why we had to get the boys out of there.

                "Alright," she said, "you know animal husbandry. Do you have any medical training?"

                "Some, but more in breeding programs, though."

                "Well I guess you might have something to offer after, all. We have lots of shepherds but no veterinarians." She paused to think for a bit. "Okay - we'll take them in."

                Suddenly a cloud of blue smoke appeared and from the center of it stepped Binion and four of her enforcer-types, all with their full Auras going. I KNOW she's only about 5'7", but she looked about eight feet tall.

                "I told you to stop!" she growled (quite literally).

                I said, "I'm sorry! We couldn't hear you - that glass is so thick."

                "We've found a place for them," Olivia said.

                "And just look where they'll be living," I said. "Look how they'll be living."

                Binion growled again and slashed out at both of them with her claws, leaving deep, bloody furrows across their chests. "You will never return to Las Vegas. If you ever even think of it - I will have you. In a pie!"

                She tapped on a bracelet she was wearing and the five of them vanished into more blue smoke.

                The woman was pretty rattled, "Who was that? What was that?"

                I healed the boys while Olivia explained that that was one of the 'Cats' we told her about. Before she could finish there was another cloud of smoke and the boys screamed and cowered, expecting that Binion had returned to finish them off.

                But it wasn't Binion - it was Luxor!

                I thought to myself, "Holy crap! This is trouble." I began to call on some Power to defend us. He turned his back on the boys and with a nod to Olivia and I he said," Madams Ambassador. So you brought them here?"

                Olivia said, "Yes."

                "As, apparently, everyone in Vegas knows," I added.

                Luxor nodded at me; "I pay Binion's mage very well to have him inform me of everything that she does."

                "And you're telling us this because?"

                He ignored my question and said, "I am here as a Believer of the Unknown Ones. It was wrong for us to fear these two or to even think any more of them." He turned to the boys and dropped a satchel on the ground at their feet, "A gift from your more grateful children. My thanks to you for the part you played in the Unknown Ones plans for us. Madams." And he was gone in another cloud of smoke.

                The woman said, "Is this sort of thing going to happen often?"

                I said, "I don't think so. I think they should be all done now."

                We looked thru the bag and found quite a bit of gold in it as well as some medicines, antibiotics a few painkillers and some Favor. We confiscated that and Olivia whispered to me, "I'll keep this for some research - maybe we can find someone who can figure it out."

                We wished the boys luck and thanked the woman for taking them in. We popped back to Lucifer's office to find him sitting on the only unbroken piece of furniture in the room - a small sofa - holding an ice bag to his bruised and bloody head. We told him about Binion following us and Luxor following Binion.

                "He's got her mage in his pocket," I told him.

                He shrugged, "She's holding a press conference in a few minutes."

                I looked him over and found he had a concussion, a few loose teeth and a dislocated jaw. I sat down next to him and healed his wounds. He thanked me and switched on the TV just as Binion came on. She still looked ready to filet somebody.

                "I have an announcement to make. After a great deal of thought and consideration regarding the Accursed Tricksters, a resolution has been reached. Out of our respect for our Humanoid subjects, their death sentence has been commuted. Rather than risk their continued presence here in Vegas, they have been given what they need to carry on their lives. Elsewhere."

                "Many Humans had appealed to the Overlords for clemency; these appeals have been heard and granted. I wish them well in their new lives and pray for your forgiveness of their enslavement of us and the selling of our precious children."

                "That is all, I will not be taking questions. Good day." She turned and stormed off screen.

                Lucifer shook his head and said, "I thank you for your help in this matter."

                I said, "Glad to help and even gladder that you were the one she slapped around and not us."

                "She saw it as all my fault - that I set you up to do it. So I guess it would only be right to pay you for your services. Just to keep everything legitimate," he said. "One thousand chips each?"

                Out of the blue, Olivia asked, "Say - you own some clubs don't you?"

                "What has that got to do with this?" he asked.

                "I want to buy one."

                "It will take more than a thousand chips," he said as he handed us the money.

                "The Temple of Corellon thanks you."

                "As long as you give it to the Temple and not I."

                "Right," I said, "Wouldn't want to upset the Prophet."

                Olivia asked, "Would this Prophet speak to us?"

                "Yes, if only to convince you of your proper place."

                Olivia snorted at that and Lucifer said, "I didn't say you would want to talk to him. But if you do - he's staying at the Luxor in the Presidential Suite."

                He thanked us again and showed us out.

                On our way home, I stopped to give the money to Thomas. "Thank you. What's the occasion?"

                "We did an odd job for Lord Venetian."

                "Really? Anything to do with Binion's psycho press conference?" he asked.

                "As a matter of fact, yes."

                Then he told us that he'd heard some reports this morning of some strange creatures attacking farm workers. "Scorpions the size of a Cadillac, if you can believe it. And these reports are only going to make Luxor's drive to move all the farms inside the city walls for protection that much stronger. He's proposed demolishing abandoned homes and buildings for the material to build a safety wall. Even the people usually opposed to Luxor admire the idea."

                We thanked him for the information - and went to the Reformed Temple of Crom. The Priest thanked Olivia for the contribution, "We'll find a use for it I'm sure. Where did it come from?"

                Olivia told him, "It's my share for spiriting Siegfried and Roy out of town."

                He laughed, "You mean the Great Binion didn't simply wiggle her nose and blink them away?"

                "No, but if she wants to take credit for it - that's fine by me."

                "Well, it really is for the best," he said. "Their presence was causing a growing dissention."

                Back at the Excalibur, we ran into Rodrick - he was returning from the War Temples and he told us how he's been hanging out there, practicing with the fighters. He showed us some tricks he picked up with a two-headed battle-axe. He was also quite enamored of the spell they use while sparring that allows them to go at one another all out but not cause any serious injuries.

                The three of us were having drinks before dinner with Bunny and Jennifer when Olivia announced that she wants to buy a club.

                "A nightclub?" Bunny asked. "Lounge singers or pole dancers?"

                "One like Babylon."

                Bunny was confused; "You want to own a gay bathhouse disco?"

                "Yes."

                "But Vegas already has a couple of those."

                "It does?" Olivia asked, "I need to do some research! Tonite, you can show them to me."

                "Well okay - the men are all cute enough, but they're gay."

                Olivia decided it was time to clarify, "A place like Babylon - yes, but not for men."

                That did it; the light bulb went on. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh. Vegas doesn't have any of those! For a minute I was worried that you'd switched teams."

                Leo joined us then and said that Walter would be joining us for dinner, "But be ready - he wants a full briefing on what the Hell happened today."

                "And what makes him think that we'd know anything about it?" I asked.

                His only answer was an eye roll, but Walter had joined us and said, "Because Alfred told me that you two pissed off Binion. Big time. What did you do?" So we shared the sordid tale of Siegfried and Roy.

                Walter asked me, "Do you think this was a good idea? The best possible solution?"

                I threw up my hands, "Why do people keep asking me that? I. Don't. Care!"

                Olivia saved me by changing the subject - wildly. "Leo - I'm thinking of buying a club."

                "Okay. What sort of club?"

                "A happening club," and she winked at me so he wouldn't see it.

                I said, "Olivia, I think that you should take Leo with you when you go do your research. He's been around the world, undoubtedly to many a bar and club, he could give you some good feed back."

                Leo shrugged, "Okay. Rodrick, how about you - we can swap stories."

                Rodrick was all for the fun, "Sure! And dude - you need to get out more."

                "Hey! I'm trying to do the whole 'dating' thing, ya know?"

                Rodrick shook his head; "You need more spice in your life."

                Leo jerked a thumb at me; "She's spicy enough."

                "Ooooh! Thank you. I think."

                He left to change out of his uniform and we asked Walter and Alfred if they would like to go. Walter must have had an inkling as to what was up - and declined. As did Alfred.

                "Come on Alfred," I said. "We're gonna have fun! And you work too much."

                He sighed and relented . "Oh okay." Off he went to change, too.

                When Leo came back, he was wearing black jeans, a white silk shirt and a black leather jacket. "How's this?" he asked.

                "Great - they're just going to love you!" I told him.

                So we all piled into Alfred's limo. The first stop was 'Apocalips'

                "That's not spelled right," Leo said.

                Then he noticed the two doormen. Big hunky guys dressed in nothing but black leather harnesses and jockstraps. They also had the biggest nipple rings I have ever seen.

                Leo stopped short, "Is this the right place?"

                I linked my arm with his and tried to pull him onward, "Oh yeah - it's a great dance club." He grabbed my arm and held it tight as we went thru the door.

                On each end of the bar there was a man wearing nothing but a gauze jockstrap, dancing in a cage and on the far wall was a stable of gorgeous blondes chained to the wall.

                "Oh - they're so pretty," I said.

                "What?" was all Leo could get out.

                "There ya go Leo," said Rodrick, "spice."

                "I would rather go thru Hell week again."

                Olivia said, "Relax Leo - I'm just doing a little reconnaissance."

                "What? In a gay bar? Oh my God, my sister is a fag-hag."

                "Leo - my bar won't have any men."

                Silence.

                Pause.

                Realization.

                "Girls do this?'

                Olivia laughed, "Yes they do, but there is no club like this for them in Vegas. Yet."

                Rodrick slapped him on the shoulder, "Spice, Leo, spice!"

                A waiter approached the group, "Hi everyone."

                Leo threw an arm around me; "I'm with her!"

                I gave the guy a quick shake of the head that I hoped said, "I don't know what he's talking about."

                The waiter smiled and said, "Good for you, honey."

                After a lot of abuse, teasing and sexual innuendoes, the waiter finally left to get us our drinks. Leo glowered at his sister, "Olivia, this is all your fault." Olivia just laughed, got her drink and wandered off with Alfred in tow to check the place out. While she was gone, Jennifer and Bunny got up to dance and I tried to get Leo to dance with me.

                "What if someone touches me?"

                "Oh no! You'll get cooties!" I said. "Rodrick, will you dance with me?"

                "You'd leave me here all alone?" Leo asked

                Poor Leo - he was truly a stranger in a strange land.

                While we were on the dance floor, Rodrick said, "I think the middle blonde on the wall was looking at Leo."

                "Maybe we should buy him for Leo?"

                Rodrick approached a couple and pointed towards Leo, "Do me a favor? Go touch him. Or just walk by and whisper something like 'fresh meat'."

                They guys were glad to do it and Rodrick and I moved closer to eavesdrop.

                One of them sidled up to the table, "Hey there cutie. Wanna dance?"

                I'll give Leo credit, he was polite to the guy, "No, thank you."

                "Then how about we just fuck?"

                Now, I don't know if Leo didn't hear the guy or if he chose to pretend that he misunderstood the guy, "Look, I'm just saving this table for my friends."

                The guy leaned closer, "That's okay - you stay right where you are." Then he started to crawl under the table.

                Leo jerked back, "No! Wait! I'm straight!"

                The guy pouted, "I bet if we got a girl under here you couldn't tell which mouth belonged to who. And look at you. You've sat here all this time - you must have at least some latent impulses."

                Leo got real quiet; "My hands are lethal weapons. You've been warned."

                "Oh! And so are those lips, baby."

                That's when Rodrick and I decided it was time to go to Leo's rescue and returned to the table.

                He grabbed me and pulled me onto his lap. "This is my date. She's a woman. She was born a woman. THIS is what I was built for."

                "Oh honey - surgery will never give you those cheekbones," the guy said.

                "Thank you!" I said. "That is so sweet - but really - it's the blush."

                The two guys left but Leo kept mumbling under his breath, I couldn't make out what it was he was saying - so I just ignored him. Olivia and Alfred returned from their tour and Olivia announced, "Okay, I'm ready for the next place."

                That was the HobbyHorse.

                Leo said, "Please, no more dancing fags in leather."

                "Leo, this is serious research," Olivia assured him.

                "You said there's no place for…'girls' here, right?" Leo asked. "So if a girl wants to look at girls, they're at the strip clubs."

                "Good thought Leo, we'll have to hit one of them."

                Bunny said, "There are women at the HobbyHorse."

                Leo relaxed at that and Olivia told the driver to take us to there.

                It was much quieter than Apocalips had been and it took Leo quite some time to catch on, "Jazz - those women aren't women."

                "No, they sure aren't."

                Rodrick added, "I'm pretty sure that tall red-head over there likes you, Leo."

                He shuddered, "I'm gonna have nightmares."

                "Oh don't you worry - I'm here to protect you," I told him.

                "This place is too sedate," Olivia announced, "Let's go."

                Leo jumped right up, "Okay! Were to next?"

                The next couple places were nice, neighborhood - type bars. Then there was a cowboy bar - that one really disturbed Leo. But Olivia did, finally, get Leo to admit that he was okay with her bar because, "It's okay for two (or more) women to get freaky with each other - that's an entirely different thing."

                After those bars we hit a nice 'normal' bar - where I even got Leo to dance with me. There were a lot of people sitting around, who were completely Favored out, having conversations as if the Change had never happened. It was very weird. I said, Leo - take a look around at these people. This is creepy - not the gay bars."

                Rodrick nodded, "Yeah, at least they were honest, these people are living in a total fantasy world."

                "Okay, so first we had leather clad rump-rangers, then fake women, and now people living in the past. This has been one strange night," Leo said. "Alfred, I can't believe that you're so calm about it all."

                Alfred gave one of his best shrugs, "I'm not gay, why should I worry is someone else is?"

                "He's right, Leo. Live and learn."

                Leo shook his head, "Keep this up and I'm going to start belching and farting. Can we please go watch girls feel each other up?"

                "That was back at the tranny bar," Rodrick said.

                "Real girls. Please?"

                I reminded Olivia, "We did promise him a strip club." So back to the limo and to a place that Rodrick recommended from Before. Leo was finally happy and able to relax. I felt bad about all we had put him thru, so I bought him a table dance.

                "Thank you," he said, "I love you. I feel so much better now." He even managed to ignore the table dance that his sister was so thoroughly enjoying.

                When we finally made it back to the Excalibur it was very late (or should I say very early?) and we were all more than a little drunk, all except for Alfred - he's a good boy. Olivia was snuggling with both Jennifer and Bunny in the elevator. Leo shuddered a bit and said, "That would be so hot if you weren't my sister."

                Rodrick had to get in one more jibe, "So just close your eyes."

                Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwww!

                When the elevator doors finally opened, Leo practically dragged me to our room. Apparently he just had to prove that the night had not affected his manliness.

                Not that there's anything wrong with that!

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