Oh, wow.

That got me remembing things. Wow.

Just a happy thought to start the day with. And here's another one that started. Pellegrini, the real detective, got really sick after he caught that one.Kept going back to the doc, nothing helps. The doctor says "Are you under some kind of unusual stress?"
And the detective facing this screaming redball smiles and says "Who, me? No."

That's what I was remembering - the real-life case it was based on.

I need to re-read Simon's book. It's so damned good.

Yeah. That bastard...Law&Order used to be more satisfying before we met. And, now, because I must flog Dopplegangland and suck on its bones...the latest Vamp!Munchkin.

KAY

Somehow, I knew costumes would come into my relationship with the Munchkin eventually. It had to happen...he would start mumbling about “tragic inevitability” or something I’m sure. You should count your blessings I’m telling this part cause I’ve heard him go on and on about agave...or something like that. It’s true I owe some wild nights to tequila, but that isn’t the same...tequila’s not Greek, is it? I should ask Billy Constantine over at the 2-7 when I get back to Balmer again. On second thought, this is not a story for the squad.

It started simply enough. Munch, as my witness, was telling me where the evidence was. “I have some,” he said. “It’s back at the lair, though.”

“Hey, there, Little Red Riding Hood.” I quoted.

“What?” he asked, fake-innocent.

“ Get serious, John. Like I’m just gonna go into a vampire’s bedroom. I was born at night, not last night. Buddy, I’d take backup into your place human, huh? Let me just round up Gunn and Wesley, and we’ll hit the ground running.”

“But what about Darla and the minions? If Dirty Harry Potter goes charging in there, things could get ugly.”I give him my “Who gives a shit?” face...third most common detective expression, if you’re playing at home.

“For him, too, I mean,” Munch says. “The Princess smells him, it’s curtains.”

“She could *smell* him? You’re just living all kinds of twisted little fantasies here, aren’t you?”

“ Believe it or not, it has a down side. But I’m not out of suggestions. How do you feel about parties?”

“Have you sucked a pharmacist?”

“Yes. The effect was strangely underwhelming. But that’s a story for another day. Now we must prepare for the Wolfram and Hart Annual Revue. You’re going undercover, babe.”

He shows me the little piece of black dominatrix wear I’d be wearing to this shindig. Tight, and leather, and things. Jesus, Mary, and Joseph...I was embarrassed just looking at it.

”No. Unh huh. Cause you see, Munchkin, undercover usually implies a cover bigger than a rubber postage stamp. My breasts are gonna come in the room five minutes before I do.”

“I’ve noticed.” And the bastard smiles. “Terrible terrible thing...for noble public servant Kay Howard. But not for Kay Howard, fledgling minion.”

“Unbelievable. Gee thinks I’m resting, Munchkin.”

“Don’t forget the shoes,” the putz says, tossing me three inch black hooker spikes.

“Next time I worry about somebody, I suffer in silence.”
“That’s what all my women say.’

Dirty Harry Potter

BWAH!

One small fix (trust me on this one, bebe): Three-inch heels aren't hooker spikes; they're just normal everyday high heels. I think you're looking at five-inch heels, or possibly four, because I doubt Kay could walk in fives.

OK, four. I wasn't sure...spatial issues and heellessness here. I could picture the trampy shoes, though. I've got a real grudge against Howard's feet don't I? Mostly picturing her in the party of demons, cycling between "Yes, Mistress," and "Try that again and you'll lose a tentacle. Got it?"

Kay? Totally a dom at heart, but she wouldn't be able to sustain it; she'd get exasperated with them.

No doubt...in real life. But she might need to act minionish here. Or he could introduce her as Mistress Katya, Vampire Dom.(That would be Munch's style, anyway.) Set her up with the most embarrassing thing, cause it's funny. But you're right...she'd be "For Christ's sake..."

Hell, you summed up why she couldn't do it for living with that one perfect line, abut try that, and you lose a tentacle. She's not unflappable, but she doesn't ever seem to flap about anything one would expect her to flap over.

Yeah, like when she and Beau were talking cause Beth said Beau was in love with her and Beau laughed just that little bit too hard and then she said "What? I'm a guy? You call me Howie...that's a guy's name...do you think I'm sexy?"