Jessica Rabbit's lip curled in distaste as she eyed Wolfric's arm around my shoulder. I just already knew we were going to be the best of friends. Perhaps we would be braiding each other's hair by the end of the night and gossiping about boys.

I pictured myself tearing out that gorgeous hair. Smiling in satisfaction, I suddenly felt much better about the whole situation. Nothing like imaginative violence to calm the nerves, huh?

The dude, on the other hand, gave me the heeby jeebies. With his black hair and eyes, and the pasty pale skin, he looked definitely looked like he could commit a murder. Or two.

I loudly cleared my throat, it made me feel important. "Yes, um, well, I've come to ask the two of you a few questions. As your Master, I've allowed Wolfric to be present during the process." I simply ignored his chuckle at the word allowed.

The redhead's blue eyes gleamed with hostility that more than baffled me. "Show some respect," she snapped. "He is your Master as well, half-breed."

I noticed Wolfric's eyes narrow and his tempting mouth turn down. Before he could open his mouth to chastise the female vampire, I raised my chin in defiance, "I'm one quarter vampire, actually, Jessica Rabbit. And unlike some brown-nosers, I haven't pledged myself to your Master, to any Master for that matter. So you can take your snarky comments and stuff it, missy!"

For a moment, there was a heavy silence in which the redhead simply glared at her, her pretty face gone red with fury. If looks could kill, I thought to myself with satisfaction, I'd be skewered and roasted over a pit right about now.

A choking noise erupted from beside me. I glanced up at Wolfric and to my astonishment, he then burst into a fit of hearty laughter. And, if I didn't know better, I'd say the scary man standing beside the red lay of fury was hiding a slight smile from his companion.

"Jesu! Did I hear you correctly? Did you just call her Jessica Rabbit?" Wolfric asked her through his white teeth.

"And a brown-noser," I made sure to add that, just out of spite. It was worth it when my advisary bared her teeth at me.

He burst into another round of laughter. The arm around my shoulders tightened, as if he was giving me a hard one-arm hug. "Rowena, my dear, that was absolutely hilarious!"

Miss Rude Pants chose that moment to step forward. The rage seemed to melt from her face and was replaced by a sorrowful pout. Batting her big blue eyes, she purred, "Master, how dare you let this heathen speak to me like that."

Some of the amusement faded from the "Master's" green eyes as he turned his attention to his follower, "You more than deserved it, Valerie. Rowena is my guest. I will not tolerate any rudeness aimed her way."

Annoyance passed over her face so quickly, I thought I had imagined it. She presented him with a stiff curtsy, the edges of her long red dress were held very tightly in her hands. The turd face batted her eyes again as she straightened, "As you wish, Master."

I didn't like the way she made the word Master seem so intimate. Was this chick into some S&M junk or something? "Oh, and, deary," I caught myself saying, the words dripping from my mouth were as sweet as sugar, "I do believe you might have something in your eyes. You sure are blinking them enough. I'd be glad to have a look for you, if you'd like." And poke out your baby-blues while I'm at it!

A snort of a laugh escaped Wolfric before he could contain it. The vixen's eyes burned holes into my face, imagining, I believe, my horrible and gruesome death. More than likely relishing in the fantasy of dancing over my grave.

I beamed a smile at her.

Wolfric forcily cleared his throat, "Now that we've got the introductions and greetings out of the way," he placed a hand on the small of my back. "Let us get down to business."

If his hand gets any lower, I seethed, he's going to be feeling up my business!

None too gently, Wolfric guided me over to the sleek couch. I didn't need any encouragment to plop myself down on the comfy couch. I wiggled my but down into the black leather, I might as well get comfortable, right? Scary guy and Mrs. Rabbit sat across from us on the love seat. Though I wasn't quite feeling the love.

I brought my gym bag up and rested it in my lap. Unzipping it, I began to rummage through its contents in search of my notepad and a pen. Unfortunately, they seemed to be playing hide and seek and I was it.

Lifting out my newest toy, the crossbow, and set it on Wolfric's lap, "Can you hold this for a second?" I didn't give hiim time to accept or decline, "Thanks!" The search began again.

"Eureka!" after what seemed like an eternity, I finally found my darling utensils. Snatching my crossbow out from under Wolfric's scrutiny, I set my baby back where he belonged.

Clicking the end of the pen loudly, I lifted it in the air and gave my audience my full attention, "Alrighty, boys and girls! Who wants to step up to the plate first?"