A/N: Little one shot- possibly series- about what happens when Victoria invites her friends over for a sleepover at her den. Cats in this story: Jemima, Victoria, Etcetera, Rumpleteazer. With mentions of the toms! What sleepover doesn't mention guys? Anywho, read, review,blalabala.
"Hey 'Teazer- put that down!"
"Hell no- thihs is tha bes' stuff Oi've evah toisted!"
"What's this do- oops, sorry Vicky.."
"CETTIE!" Victoria whined as she knelt down to gingerly remove the shattered pieces of glass lying in a disarray on her cleanly slept floor. Etcetera had broken one of her brother's magical props- yet again. It was at times like this that she regretted inviting all of her accident-prone friends for a sleepover.
Jemima knelt down next to her friend, red and black fur contrasting softly with victoria's pearly coat. The wide eyed kitten helped Victoria clear away the broken glass, while Etcetera stood guiltily in the corner next to Rumpleteazer.
"Alright, girls- I have to ask," Victoria started, flopping onto an elongated pillow. Her friend copied. 'Teazer stretched out lazily on Misto's bed, Etcetera dangled off the bookshelf- upside down- and Jemi sat neatly on a tasseled cushion.
"Whot?" Teazer queried in her thickly accented voice, slugging some human cola from a bottle. Victoria rolled her eyes.
"Who's everybody asking to the Christmas ball? Lots of loooovely toms out there!" Vicky winked. Her friends looked to her with wide eyes, surprised at the usually docile queen's motivational speech.
Etcetera recovered first, to shriek, "TUGGER! Me and Tugsy are sooooo perfect- I LOVE him!" She squealed, as Jemima and the others nodded their approval.
"Fittes' tom Oi've evah loid oiyes upon.. Dat ass.." Teazer commented, before Jemima hit her over the head with the cushin she'd been sitting on.
"LANGUAGE, RUmple!" Jemima scolded in her gentle tone, before sitting down again and giggling.
"Anyway, who are you asking, 'Teaze?" Victoria asked.
"It better NOT be Tugger!" Etcetera shrieked. 'Teazer rolled her eyes.
"No way! Oi dunno.. "
"How about Alonzoooo? He's so dreamy," Jemima sighed happily.
Teazer shook her head. The other three queens rattled off the name of every tom in the yard- Teazer declined every single suggestion.
Victoria threw her paws in the air. Though the gesture came from irritation, she still managed to do the action fairly gracefully.
"Well, you've declined every suggestion- to hell with it, you may as well ask Macavity himself," Victoria stated sarcastically. 'Teazer smirked.
"Whot ah good oidea!" The calico thief grinned. Victoria's docile expression quickly reverted to one of horror.
"I'm kidding!"
"Oh Vickeh, don' get ya fuhr in ah twist!" Teazer giggled. "Oi'm onleh messin' wiv ya."
Victoria, Jemi and Etcetera sighed in relief. Jemima went on to say she was asking Tumble, and Victoria was asking Plato. That just left the question. Who on earth was 'Teazer going to ask to the Christmas ball?