Continued from On The Mistress's Secret Service
|The Gincuzzi (slice of lime not pictured)|
From the Gincuzzi in his mountain-top lair, Goldfing-longerer used his gold fing-longer to mute the sound from the episode of Ugly Betty that was playing on the crystal ball that was hovering over the gently bubbling gin & tonic he was reclined in. The Increasingly Displeased Villain scowled as one of his Plastic "no-tackle" Tim lackeys informed him that one of the neighbouring villains was at the front door.
|A Plastic "no-tackle" Tim minion|
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|Barbara Cartland's Gold Orbit hat|
"Ah, Gay Day" he said to the statuesque visitor, "do come in."
"Thank you, GFL. Have you got somewhere to put my hat?" With a dismissive wave, Gay Day indicated the general vicinity of the front door where a towering gold chapeau leaned precariously outside.
"Uh... I'll have one of the Tims take care of it. Wherever did you get it from?"
"Oh, it was one of Barbara Cartland's. I got it from that garage sale she held when her book sales nose-dived." And with that, Gay Day swept into the foyer and headed towards the veranda leaving a trail of glitter and sequins in her wake.
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|Disco tea (via Aych)|
"Ah. The Crimson Pussy's finally back" Gay Day noted as the final character of their triumverate sashayed down the ramp of the 'saucer discarding her faux-fur hooded parka on the way.
"I see you managed to drag yourself away from that Tarot, Pussy."
"And hello to you, too, GFL" Pussy replied. "Gay Day."
"Pussy" Gay Day sneered.
The Crimson Pussy poured herself a cup of glitter, but didn't sit down.
"I've come to warn you that Bond and her cronies are on their way here" she said.
"Well, what did you expect? That MJ6'd just ignore a load of gold corpses?"
"Yes? Well, they were accidents, after all."
"Ha!" Gay Day nearly choked on a glitterball.
|Too embarassed to show his face after|
being discovered at one of Gay Day's
glitter parties (via)
"Where are they now?" Goldfing-longerer asked.
The Crimson Pussy looked at her watch, her glossy, scarlet lips moving slightly as she did some calculations in her head. "Probably at your front door, by now."
To be continued in... Goldfing-longerer