Kindred Spirit Lodge Presents
Interlude in the Lodge
by Mistress Ikarias
March 4th, 2002
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Gabrielle cursed: "Mangy misbegotten centaur crap saleswomen! My BGSBs aren't being properly promoted! They're angling to teeny boppers for Gaia's sake! In HOT PINK and TANGERINE!"
Xena crept down the backstairs to grab a roll and some hot tea. She had a sick smile as she raised an eyebrow to Ikarias. "Don't ask..."
The tirade dissolved into sobs and imprecations then escalated back up into curses that curdled milk, peeled paint, melted candles, and caused instant shedding for Kirby, Onyx and the other furred and feathered denizens until they fled the premises. The remaining warriors and wenches discovered rashes and unsightly zits until Gabrielle's voice wore out.
No one disputed the blonde. 'You don't argue with THE BARD! She has words and she knows how to use them.' That line was neatly embroidered by the WP herself in a moment of extremely dry wit with a tad of satire in the stitching. The ivy trimmed banner decorated a prominent corner of the lodge.
"Oh great galloping cyclops! T he Amazon suede original is being done in latex? AAAAAAARGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!" A door slammed, then opened slowly.
An oozing sacchrine voice drifted to the ones below, "Send up quails eggs, sliced veal in a cream sauce, salmon with a dill crust, pheasant under glass, squash with raisins and honey, asparagus with slivered almonds, popovers and new butter, one of every bottle of wine and brandy, and those little chocolates in the wrappers. Is that okay, pookie?"
The half-dragon and the warrior princess exchanged confused looks. Xena waved her hand, "She gets like this."
Sometime later going past that room, Ikarias heard, "Ohhhhhhhhh Snicky, you are such an incredible lover. My Goddess!"
She couldn't resist, she crouched and peered through the keyhole. Propped against a water glass on a tablecloth was the wonder of wonders, the miracle for maidens, the wanted winsome widget for wanton wenches wantin' some. Snicky. Next to a full wineglass and a plate of the previously ordered delicacies. Gabrielle was looking with extreme fondness across a candlelit dinner to the studly implement of lust leaning silently, at a janty angle. Snicky, the dildo.
Ikarias felt a tap on her shoulder, a sideglance to leather clad leg and the unmistakable scent of power came from the WP herself.
"I-uh," Ikarias tried to explain.
Xena smiled, "It's ok, she gets like this once a month. PMS is a bitch ain't it?"
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The End - 'Interlude in the Lodge' - by Snicky