Why yes, Master Blue…the use of finding a common language was required. 
We got on QUITE well though.
As for your suggestion, it sounds delightful! Or are you planning on getting me drunk to have your wicked way with me again?? Oh well. Lead the way, sir…so that I can admire you in that flight suit…
Master John,
If you’ll follow me, I’ll show you to your room. No, no, leave the sheet there, sir. You won’t be needing it.
Sir Frankie-
I’ve been anxiously awaiting your arrival. Please follow me with Master John upstairs. Your rooms are all prepared.
I have been instructed to ensure that you are both completely cleansed (inside and out). Please step into the Turkish Bath, sirs. No, Sir Frankie, you must remove ALL your clothes. I’ll shall send someone straight up for your enemas. Who shall be first?
Mistress Falcon, I admit that Port is a poor substitute for Laudanum, but one does what one can!
Thank you for admiring my flight suit; I pressed it and removed the blood stains just for you, sugar!
VB
The ways of cats and little girls are mysterious.
…and she said, “I don’t know, you naughty boy, I’ve never Kipled!”
Well, not until then, at least.
By the by, can we begin the move to call this new decade “The Naughties”? I think it would be ever so much fun, don’t you?
And as for you, Pixoid, THREE DEMERITS! WHY YOU IMPERTINENT MINX, BRING THAT SAUCY BOTTOM OF YOURS OVER HERE AT ONCE! And so on–more later.
P.S. If anyone is going into town, we need more green dye, a duck suit, six more pairs of slippers (oh, my) and a new pizza delivery person. Don’t worry about the expense account–those pictures that Katy took of the PM with Lady Eve (you know, where she dressed as Salome and he dressed as a Swedish girl?) should ensure a healthy supply of ready money for some time to come.
Lord B
Ahhhh! There you are Bucky!
While the Lady F. and I were comfortably ensconced in your library reading shelley, I was pondering your whereabouts.
We speculated that the Evil Buckster had absconded with you! I am most gratified to see that isn’t the case. At any rate, this party needs livening up, or I’m afraid the guests might start leaving; did I hear correctly that the Armenian Circus will be camping out in the paddock?
VB
The ways of cats and little girls are mysterious.
I’m going sledding! Anybody up for it?
Bucky, I need a cheap tray, or a clean trash can lid. And you’re never getting these damn shoes back.
M’Lady Pixoid, after you three demerit paddling, I recommend the bare bottom ice slide!
Then, M’Lord Bucky should probably enjoy warming it up again for you! 
Of course if the above doesn’t appeal, you always join M’lady Falcon and myself in the Library.
VB
The ways of cats and little girls are mysterious.
smile I don’t know, Master Blue…I’m enjoying you reading Shelley to me ENTIRELY too much to want to share. However, I believe this port is making me rather tired for some reason…perhaps you could let me sleep for a little while? Perhaps in your room? smiling sweetly
I think Falcon will be too revved up on Shelley for you to deal with me, as well.
If you two get done any time soon (hah!), feel free to join me sledding.
Pixoid, whatever could you be thinking of? you are SO cynical! Of course she just wants to sleep!
Perhaps when we are through ‘sleeping’, we’ll join you for a sled ride.
< VB and Falcon ignore Pixoids’ innuendos with dignity, and make their way upstairs, weaving only slightly from the Port; once out of sight, Master Blue hoists M’Lady Falcon over his shoulder and sets off to reenact the Rape of the Sabines >
VB
The ways of cats and little girls are mysterious.
Pixoid, those shoes were given to me by the Governor, my late father, once a viceroy in India. They were given to him by his father, an MP for the Silly Party who originated the proud and silly name of Bucky (before that we were called the Wembleyskins). His mother before him gave him these shoes, because she had drunk up all of the vintage port on his 20th birthday instead of waiting and presenting the pipe to him on his 21st.
So I’ll be DAMNED if you’re keeping those shoes, young lady! First it’s off to the corner for you, hands on head (which nicely hikes up her short skirt, eh what?). Then it’s into your gym uniform this time.
Katy? Where did I leave the cane? What? Eve’s using it on Ike AGAIN? Damn that woman. Damn that fetching, saucy, enticing…sorry.
All right, Pixoid, where were we?
Lord B
If you want this cane, Lord B., you shall have to chase me around the monkey-puzzle tree to get it!
I have my morning glory petticoat on (not one of those new hobble skirts), so can outrun you any day of the week!
Ike, on the other hand, is in no condition to run anywhere . . . How strong are the swags on the bedposts, by the way?
VB sneaks up behind Lady Eve while she is distracted by Lord Bucky, and quickly snatching the cane lifts her petticoats and soundly whacks her derriere before taking off across the lawn.
Racing through the middle of a rousing badminton game with Ladies Phouka and Katie,
he passes through mach 1 near the gazebo, with Lady Eve in hot pursuit.
She is correct; the petticoat slows her down not a whit.
VB
I could never eat a mouse raw…their little feet are probably real cold going down. :rolleyes:
I’ve developed a strange affection for these shoes, Bucky darlin’. If you want them back…you’re going to have to take them off me yourself!
breaking into a run, thus joining Eve, VB, Katie, and Phouka (who are chasing because the birdie, in the melee, was grabbed by one of the aforementioned)
Catch…me…gasp…if you can!
::Follows Katy up the steps, it does give a delightful view, especially with those short skirts::
Turkish Baths, eh? Will there be food? I haven’t had a meal that didn’t have a cork in oh, what day is it?
Inside and out, you say? What does that mean? And what are you doing with that hose and what’s that large rubber cork for?
I sold my soul to Satan for a dollar. I got it in the mail.
Though stout of frame and entering my dotage some decades early, the Lord B has never been known to be slow afoot. Are Eve and Pixoid DELIBERATELY trying to incite his wrath? Don’t they know that such impish and minxish behavior will surely earn them a trip to and over my knee? Aren’t they aware that they must surely be punished for this?
Wait, of course they are. Well, I’ll deal with them after class.
Lord B
Aha, there you are, Lady Eve, in a lovely and stylish suit now instead of the made-for-speed petticoats? We’ll have none of that, however–well, maybe the pearls can stay on.
Meanwhile, Pixoid, you are about to discover that large shoes can also double as something like a paddle. In point of fact, pater won the All England test match in the final innings using that shoe. Defeated an amazing bowler named MacTavish, but that’s another story.
I believe I’ll begin with Pix. Lady E, would you mind counting out the strokes? Oh, and if you would use that charming cockney accent you’ve been working on, it would be appreciated. Ta very much.
Lord B
< VB steps out of the transmogrifier >
I say, Bucky, would you mind terribly much joining us in the Guy Stuff thread?
We could do with a bit od erudition!
VB
Changing my Sigline 'cause Veb has a delicate stomach right now…