Chapter 4 The Banquet
RACHEL'S POV
After capturing all of the kittens and putting them back in their cages, we put the girls to bed and plotted our mission for tomorrow. We made sure the girls were asleep before we snuck off to the living room with Jay and Wolff.
"So, what we got Berry?"
"We've got a dossy on him, his name is Hayden WinBush, he's apparently hot shit in Jersey." I turned the dossier to her, "he's got a banquet in his honor tomorrow because he formulated a new erectile dysfunction drug that not only gives a super erection but gives the user a stamina boost every twenty minutes depending on the dosage." Santana raised an eyebrow and nodded.
"So this dude gets an entire banquet thrown in his honor because he was able to make Viagra on steroids? How rich!" She leans against the couch cushions and chuckles softly.
Jay, were you able to get in contact with the catering company?" He nods and tosses the iPad to me, "good, go pay our chef and the entertainment a visit, make sure they're otherwise engaged tomorrow." He stands and leaves without a word.
I set the iPad aside and cross my arms behind my head, "we have an iffy plan Santana, someone could get hurt."
"Relax Berry, we got this! Oh man I've been dying to use trip wire! Maybe we can set it up along the perimeter and trigger it on our way out?" she suggested, a series of low barks came from Wolff.
"Not unless you want a Ghost Ship scenario to play out, mother is about the same size as Emily Browning and I am assuming you're going to replace the entertainment, it's just going to be tight enough as is, lets not add a sea of twitching limbs and blood to tomorrow's festivities." He jokes, slightly serious.
Santana pouts and nods letting the issue drop, "Til tomorrow then."
*The Next Day* (no pov for now)
The girls plus Jay and Wolff made their way to Trenton, NJ, after announcing to their lovers that they were going on a week long business trip/ workshop. The duo went their separate ways as soon as they got to their destination.
Jay and Santana walked arm and arm to the front door, Santana in a form fitting ruby red dress, Jay in a simple black Armani suit with a red tie and dark sunglasses on his face. Wolff trotted dutifully alongside of Jay wearing a harness.
Jay, not being as well known as the women and dog, was in what Santana called an Ellen wig, while Rachel, wearing a chef's uniform with red sleeve cuffs, wore a red wig and a very cheesy French accent. Santana, wore a glass masquerade-esque mask on the left side of her face. Wolff, being the hardest to disguise, wore a thick muzzle and full body harness. The trio watch as Rachel disappears around the back of the building with the rest of the kitchen staff, she immediately begins to bark orders at them, Santana snickers as Jay pulls her to the front of the building to the doorman.
SANTANA'S POV
I pull myself together and smile at the doorman flirtatiously, "We are the entertainment for this evening ."
"I don't remember there being a costume party tonight, shoo. I cannot allow such riff raff as you into the banquet." He eyed them snootily and turned his attention to the next guests. Wolff barked lowly.
"Lemme bite his balls off mom!" I lay a calming hand on his head.
"My face was burned in a house fire when I was 10, this is my best friend who ran in sacrificing his vocal chords and his vision to save me. Now we travel the globe I sing and he plays the piano, he's like a white Ray Charles. We'll leave though, if it pleases you." I turn gently guiding Jay with me.
"Wait! I'm sorry I was so rude, you guys go on in, I saw the rest of your guys setting up earlier."
He said humbly. I grinned, schooling my features I turned, giving him a curt nod I walk into the building Wolff coming up behind me leading Jay.
I look around quickly observing exits, I spot the entrance to the kitchen not too far from the stage and nod. I tug Jay towards the stage and give him whispered instructions.
RACHEL'S POV
I survey the kitchen staff that walked quickly around me, not wanting to piss off the angry lady. I grinned and turned to the food that was to be cooked. I stayed up all night watching Hell's Kitchen so I could get into character.
"Yoo! Pick up that chickan and throw eet on zee ground for zee flahvor!" I snapped at a young staff member. She eyed me but did as I told her. "Goood now go ahnd drop eet in zee dish watar and throw eet in zee ovan!" I walk over to my sous chef and glare at her.
"For zee clams I wahnt yoo to throw zee most stinkah green ones in zee pot ahnd zee ones dat smell lovely in zee TRASH CAHN!" I yelled slamming my fist down on a perfectly cooked scallop. Yeah Gordon would be proud, I thought.
"But, ma'am not to, be rude uhm but I think its the other way around," she stammered.
I threw my arms up in the air in exasperation and snarled, "do you dahre qustione mah methahds? Does mah cooking enraahge yoo?" I stood on my tip toes, my noes barely an inch from her's. I could hear her gulp.
"Oh.. uhm no ma'am but-?" She shrank her head down in the long collar of her crisp coat, cutting herself off.
"NO? Good now git jour Fluttershy auss over zar and sniff. Mah. Clams!" She slinks off and goes to work. I turn around grabbing a piece of perfectly good steak and slap it across the assistant responsible for it face.
"THIS. IS. RAHW! Do eet agin ahnd doo eet until ah smell charred meat!" I cocked my head to the side, hearing the opening notes to Sway. I glanced at my watch. I had 3 minuets and 9 seconds to ruin the rest of this food.
When marimba rhythms start to play
Dance with me, make me sway
Like a lazy ocean hugs the shore
Hold me close, sway me more
I pointed and dictated, throwing fresh and good food in the trash and berating the hell out of the wait staff. I slapped my sous chef with a salmon and snapped my teeth in her face. I grabbed a cabbage and ordered a game of kick ball. After which I swept the cabbage up and into a dirty dustpan and dumped it into a boiling pot.
Like a flower bending in the breeze
Bend with me, sway with ease
When we dance you have a way with me
Stay with me, sway with me
I walk over to a covered cake box and grinned evilly, "Could use some colour no?" I reach over and grab some cooking oil lining the beautiful cake's frosting edges with it. I grab one of the charred steaks and scrape some of it off and onto the cake. "Thahts bettar!"
Other dancers may be on the floor
Dear, but my eyes will see only you
Only you have that magic technique
When we sway I go weak
I can hear the sounds of violins
Long before it begins
Make me thrill as only you know how
Sway me smooth, sway me now
Other dancers may be on the floor
Dear, but my eyes will see only you
Only you have that magic technique
When we sway I go weak
I grab a chicken and dance with it, intentionally bumping into the sterling silver of the appliances. Cackling madly, I'd do Brittany and Quinn proud if they could see me.
I can hear the sounds of violins
Long before it begins
Make me thrill as only you know how
Sway me smooth, sway me now
When marimba rhythms start to play
Dance with me, make me sway
Like a lazy ocean hugs the shore
Hold me close, sway me more
In the 5 second pause. Santana's voice rang out signaling the 50 seconds we had to get out, I grabbed a
marker and scribbled a message on the board, I turned and smiled at the staff, I bowed and ran out the back exit and to the car we had waiting in the parking lot.
SANTANA'S POV
I turn to Jay and Wolff, Jay throws the trumpet that hehad been playing and grabs me around the waist dancing me between the tables the mic clasped in my hands, Wolff coming up behind us.
Like a flower bending in the breeze
Bend with me, sway with ease
When we dance you have a way with me
Stay with me, sway with me
I turn my head to the exit, seeing a white and red sleeve disappear through the door, I put my hand behind Jay's neck, and he dips me. Giving Wolff the opportunity to duck out through the door, I watch as he kicks the door jam so it would stay open.
When marimba start to play
Hold me close, make me sway
When we dance you have a way with me
Stay with me, sway with me
We dance for the door to the band's closing notes, Jay releases me and jogs to car as I kick the door close. Jay meets me with the car, I slip in and high five Rachel who smells like rotten fruit.
"Missione succahss! Ohn to phase twoo!" I laugh hard as Jay drives off to the hotel.
A FEW HOURS LATER
After we shower and order room service we sit around with the TV on low. "I can't believe you went Ramsay on them! Berry you are not allowed to cook for a month after that story." I shake my head and grin. Wolff jumps up and nudges the remote, turning the TV up.
"Hi, Vanessa Iris here covering the WinBush banquet live, we experience technical difficulties during the beautiful performance and Mr. Winbush's moving speech, but we are now back online and just in time to showcase the famous WinBush meal options!" The camera pans out and shows the entire hall. Extremely nervous looking waiters wheel out covered food trays. My eyes widen as the waiters, as one, lift the tops off the trays, Berry wasn't kidding when she said that she mascaraed the meal. A very audible in take of breath could be heard and the camera zooms in on the food.
"M-maybe we could get a word in with this evening's cook!" The reporter quickly turned and headed for the kitchens, she gagged and stepped back. The camera zooms in on a pissed off WinBush trying to scrub the permanent marker off of a dry erase board.
In neat scrawl it read. 'I'm a mercenary, you ain't got a prayer you owe me! :P'
Okay! So I am sorry for the late entry! This probably makes less sense than the rest of this drabble, but my mind was else where. If it has many mistakes I am really sorry, but it was a bitch running spellcheck on this chapter. I am not the type of Arthur to beg for reviews but I'd like to get some kind of feedback, it thrills me to see the hits/visitors every time I log into my account. I'd like to take a moment to thank you for reading! So let me tell you why my mind was else where. I was walking through the walmart late last night...this morning, with some friends. It was like 3:30 AM here in Louisiana and I wanted some Gushers. Anyway! We pass by the adult diapers and we buy like 3 packs, a white, grey, and peach color. We get back to my place and pass out. Okay so fast forward to like 2:30 PM, I drive to McDonald's get food come back to my place and then we remember the diapers! So we model them for each other and all that jazz. We are all old like I am 19 and the eldest of my friends is 23. Its 4 of us 2 guys and 2 girls. I have 2 twin nieces that go to Jr. high that like to come hang out at my house with their friends, they open the door and walk right in, the way my house is set up is there's back door that leads to my dining room, I have a bar that separates my living room from my dining room. So they walk right in and stop because there we all are chilling on my couch in diapers and t-shirts playing Little Big Planet 2 on my PS3. Heh...anyway next chapter covers why Brittany and Quinn were covered in kittens and were on fire. It also contains phase two of five! until next time xx