Chapter 2
Sam's thoughts, however, were interrupted by loud giggling at the top of the stairs. Sam and the rest of the party looked up (except for Grace, who had dropped her filet mignon on the floor) to see Rebecca, who was dressed up as a jockey, on a freakish looking brown lumpy thing. Sam gasped as he realized that it was going to fall down the stairs directly on Grace's dense, weed-whacker cut head.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Rebecca screamed as she and the lumpy thing fell down the stairs. The whole party, including Sam and Ivy, watched with interest as Rebecca and the lumpy thing fell directly on Grace, who was still trying to pick up her filet mignon.
"You Bitch what the hell were you thinking and what else is on me besides just you?" Grace yelled angrily. When she didn't get an immediate answer, she sank her teeth into the brown lumpy thing.
"Ahhhh!" the brown lumpy thing yelled, and the whole party gasped as they realized the brown lumpy thing was none other than Julian Crane! "You make a better horse than I do!" he cried, massaging his ass.
The party turned towards Ivy to see how she was taking things. But she was calm as ever, sipping her claret, as if this type of thing happened every day.
Just then a shrill, high-pitched voice schreeched down the stairs. "Juuuuuuliaaaan!" Where are you my sugar-plum, my dumpling, my----" just then Suzanne caught sight of Rebecca fawning over Julian and let out a strangled cry.
"You bitch, you stole my costume! I'll kill you!" Suzanne pounced on Rebecca, and the two began rolling around on the floor, messing up each other's hair. Julian looked the two of his mistresses and walked over to the desert table, where Ivy was still calmly sipping her claret.
"So, how's the party going?" Julian asked calmly, as he piled slices of chocolate-hazelnut gâteau onto his plate.
"Just fine until you and your little whores barged in," Ivy replied. But she instantly regretted her hasty reply.
"So, is that how you want to play, you feisty little piece of ass," he growled, his eyes flashing with anger, "you should count your blessings that I'm eating my cake."
"Don't you think you should be calling little Miss Saint Grace that?" she replied, trying to cover her fear. But after twenty-five years of marriage, Julian was able to see through her act."
He peacefully finished his cake and then grabbed her wrist, and whispered in her ear, "If you know what's good for you, you'd better keep quiet, or your "lesson" will be worse," and pulled her to her room right by Rebecca and Suzanne, who were still going at it.
A/N- This story was not just written by me but also my best friend Beth aka Charity (and you can probably guess what my nickname is *evil laugh*. The next chapter will be even funnier and you'll find out why it's called Pop Goes the Weasel. Hope you enjoyed it please R/R *evil laugh*. If you can guess what my nickname is you will get a special prize. *evil laugh*
Love from Ivy Crane (not my nickname) and Charity (not the saint everyone thinks she is she just doesn't get caught) *evil laugh* I better stop typing before she slaps me.
