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[reallyaprincess]

Who: Bianca (Princess Badroulbadour), Cassia (Princess from The Goose-Girl), Erin (Michael Darling), Anyone Else Who Wants To Come!
When: Around 8pm, Saturday evening
Where: Bianca's apartment
What: A Parisian Cabaret themed party to celebrate returning home and an apartment remodel.
Rating: To be safe, we'll go with R. Drunk girls and all...

Bianca,

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[whynded]

[reallyaprincess]

Bianca, at the sound of the doorbell, rushed to buzz Cassia in. "Cass! Welcome to the den of debauchery!" she announced, arms flung wide. With all the work she'd put into decorating her apartment for the theme, Bianca was definitely planning to show it off. But it looked like it would be hard for Cassia to appreciate it full with her arms so full of...well, it looked like everything.

Grabbing one of the bags, she ushered her into the warmth. "What did you bring? Your entire closet?" She pushed her door shut and peeked in one of the bags. "Good lord, Cass! This isn't your size! It's...huge!"

At that moment, the bell sounded again and Bianca sat the bag down, a questioning expression still on her face.

[sisterandkeeper]

When Bianca opened the door, she was greeted with Janelle smiling nervously and holding a bag from the drug store down the street the Pentamerone.

"Hi," she said. "I brought the necessary supplies."

The knee-length winter coat she wore, coupled with the knee-high black boots that were part of the out the outfit guaranteed that Janelle's Liza Menelli-inspired attire would remain a secret until she was safely indoors.

Like Cassia, she was lucky enough to have escaped any unwanted or skeevy attention from any guys on the subway, though she had nearly missed getting off at the right stop. Her sense of direction was kind of a crap-shoot. She was especially good with directions when given a map, but without a map, she was especially good at getting totally lost. She'd often written it off as a common thing, but maybe it was a remnant of Gretel, who knew?

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[reallyaprincess]

Bianca greeted everyone warmly, adding liquor to the growing stockpile and pushing drinks onto everyone. After all, it wasn't a party unless you had a glass in your hand! For her own part, she'd already made it onto her third glass of champagne and was contemplating something a little stronger.

"No sense in hanging out in here, girls," she called out, gesturing to where the newly arriving Lou could throw her coat along with the rest. "Make yourself at home! There's food, there's drinks, and there's the whole house. I think the living room would be far more comfortable though."

Ushering everyone through into her newly redone living room, she couldn't help but smile. As much as she thought having an open floor plan would be nice, Bianca liked having walls again. It gave you something to decorate. She chose a stack of pillows and promptly sat herself down, glass in hand.

"Cass, you think we should fill them in on what's going on?" she asked, mischief in her eyes. Tonight would be fun.

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[sisterandkeeper]

Mischievousness was an aspect of Gretel's personality that often got lost in the reading Hansel and Gretel but it was, in fact, an integral part, as it was mischievousness that had allowed Gretel to come up with the plan to trick the Gingerbread witch.

As such, it was a trait that carried over for Janelle, and situations like this one brought it out more than most.

"Well," she grinned (rather impishly, if all's told), "I figure if we're going to give them the experience, we might as well give them the whole experience. I mean, who ever heard of corsets and hairy legs?"

She dumped the contents of her shopping bag onto one of the coffee table. It was a veritable array of shaving products.

"Real cabaret girls are silky smooth."

[reallyaprincess]

"Real cabaret girls are silky smooth!" Bianca chimed in from the kitchen. She'd listened to Cassia's plot, barely containing her giggles, but at the thought of the boys all hairless, the laughter finally came.

Arriving back in the living room, she sat down a large tray loaded with shots. Everything from redheaded sluts to jell-o shots (though she personally objected to the jell-o, of course). "I declare it shot time!" she announced, taking one of the shots and holding it up, waiting for everyone to join.

"To a real girl's night and many more to come!" she cried, a smile spreading across her face. "And to exacting revenge in hilarious proportions!" Was she making sense? She wasn't exactly sure. But either way, it sounded brilliant to her ears!

Downing her shot, she sat on the floor at the other side of the coffee table, looking through the contents of the bag. The boys had no idea what was in store for them!

[thatrapscallion]

"Alright, boys - it's showtime."

Murdock announced this to his loyal mantourage - plus secret weapon Christian - in the hallway outside Bianca's apartment with the grin of a true showman. With a flourish he held up a small object - a key to Bianca's apartment - complete with the necessary eye-waggles to make sure that assumptions were made as to why he had said key. Listening to the squeals and revelry within, he turned and unlocked the door, pushing it open dramatically.

"Ladies!" he called enthusiastically, stepping into the apartment with arms spread wide in greeting. "The entertainment has arrived!"

[sisterandkeeper]

"Yes it has," Janelle's smile upon seeing the boys was sweetly evil. As the sober one, it was up to her to explain the requirements Murdock et al had to meet before they would be allowed to stay.

"We've been looking forward to the can-can number all night so far. We expect high kicks and silky legs. And sexy. We want sexy, gentlemen. This is cabaret."

Smirking, she held up one of the outfits Cassia had put together.

"These are for you."

[greatintights]

Booze, boobs, and holding Erin down so she didn't shank a bitch -- yes, it was a fairly typical night out for Theodore Phillips.

Following Murdock's lead into the apartment, he let out an appreciative whistle; whoever said tale girls didn't go all out was CLEARLY some form of Wonderlander, because from what he could see? The view was bitching. Well, bitching right up until the moment he caught a look at something that belonged on some homo stripper (or, preferably, Jessica Alaba). "Fuck, no." Theo was not dressing up in some gay boy girlie outfit, thank you. Not now, not ever. He was a pimp, and was pretty positive that Kanye would disapprove of his number one fan in a corset.

Though moods were always considerably brightened when River, his number one fan from a certain Neverland, was without most of her clothing. "Fuck, yes." And ignoring Janelle with a dismissive wave (he trusted Murdock would satisfy her cross-dressing needs), he smoothly moved over to his former Indian Princess. "River, light of my life, princess of my past,

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[thetomcat]

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