Mag Takes Charge

Two pairs of green eyes and one pair of ice blue ones stared out at Mag Kelly from the men's room.

"PRINCESS?!" Kelly and Murphy exclaimed in disbelief.

"How did you KNOW?!" Rotbart added.

Mag raised a single eyebrow. "Really Rotbart?" She asked. "Do you really tink that outfit counts as a disguise?"

Rotbart frowned. "It fooled everyone else..." He grumbled defensively. But deep down, he knew he should have known that Kelly's avid magazine-reading wife would instantly recognize a royal celebrity like Apple.

"Shit!" Kelly cursed. He glared at Rotbart. "What the fuck didja hav ta go an' bring a princess here for?!"

Rotbart glared back. "Why did YOU have to go mess with her drink?!"

"You could have told me who she was!" Kelly shot back.

"Uh, who is she, anyway?" Murphy asked.

Kelly stopped arguing to scowl at Murphy. "The princess, ye bleedin' thick shite!" He snapped.

"Yeah, but which one?" Murphy wanted to know. "There's so many of them."

"If you must know, she's Apple White!" Mag interjected. "The crown princess of ta whole U.F.K."

Kelly paled as he brought his hand to his sweating brow. "Holy St. Patrick, woman...ya don't mean, that girl is the daughter of Snow White?!"

"ROBOOooooooo!" Apple whined as she tried to force her way in to the men's room again.

"The very same." Mag said dryly, as she pushed the crazed princess out of the way.

"Huh. I thought she would have been brunette." Murphy commented.

Kelly groaned deeply. "That's it. We're fucked." He declared as he sank to the bathroom floor with he head in his hands. "We're totally, completely, and utterly fucked, seven ways to holy Sunday an'..."

"MICHAEL." Mag interjected sharply. "We are NOT fucked. Now get those two out through the back way, an' meet me in ta study." She then turned her attention back to Apple. "Come along, dear," she said sweetly. "I'll help ya find your man."

"But he's in there!" Apple protested.

"No he's not." Mag said firmly. "He left out the back way. But I know where he is. Just come wit' me."

"Oh godmother I need him!" Apple declared loudly as she moved away from the door. "I have these, these..."

"Needs?" Mag supplied delicately.

"Yes!" Apple said happily. "Really-really-BIG needs!"

"Don't we all, dear." Mag replied as she guided Apple away from the rest room. Too bad men don't just keep their fucking around to the bed. The leprechaun matron thought to herself.