Quoting Nicholas Stone <bnstone@comcast.net>:

 
       Vicky�s eyes glared up at the clock on the hall wall, one
foot
taping in a steady rhythm waiting for Maeda�s rebellious new
employee to
appear.  Time grew short, Maeda�s cocktail dinner guest due to
arrive
within the hour and Nabiki still had not appeared with her
so-called
�staff� to prepare thing before the guests arrived.
       �That girl is playing with fire,� she mused glancing outside
in
hopes of seeing their wayward employee.
       �Patience, Victoria,� called Maeda�s calm voice from
behind.
Vicky said nothing, smirking lightly as she continued to stare out
the
window.  �Victoria,� he called again and she turned around.
       �Maybe I should have Jean-Pierre start preperations,� she

preparations

who
appeared to be attempting escape.  A purple haired Chinese woman
held
the resisting maid in a tight headlock while the others pulled and
pushed her on.  After a few more steps they all paused finally
noticing
the stares upon them.  Nobody moved then a pitiful high-pitched

moved

whine
came from the reluctant maid.
       �Oh no� it�s, it�s too late� I�ve been seen!�
       She pressed her face into the Chinese girl�s shoulder,
sobbing.
Victoria could barely manage to say anything surprised by both the
appearance of these skimpily clothed maids and what just happened.
Tanyun and Chino both stood with mouths agape mimicking the
reaction
form the rest of Maeda�s men on the grounds, and then Vicky found

from

her
senses again.
       �Close your mouths and wipe your chins,� she said walking
towards
Nabiki�s assistants.
       Quickly Ukyo went into action motioning for the girls to
form a
line; Mousse still sobbing into Shampoo�s chest, and took her place
at
the head.  She greeted Victoria with a slight bow.
       �Good Evening, Mistress.�

Assuming that we aren't engaging in S&M roleplay, she would be more
appropriately addressed as "Ma'am" or "Miss".  And of course "evening"
should not be capitalised.  

       Vicky folded her arms looking them over once again.  Her
sharp
gaze cut to the men standing around and they broke from their
stares and
resumed their positions.  Another once-over Vicky called for

After another once-over

Nabiki.
       �So, like my girls?�
       Vicky spun around.  �What in the hell do you think you are
doing?�
       Nabiki blinked not expecting her outburst.  �Uh, I�m
catering
this evening�s event?� she answered.
       �Excluding your hostess, your cook, and your bartender I
assume,
these girls are fit for some party that only Hugh Heffner would
throw!�
       �I�ve been too a few of those,� commented Tanyun.

to

       �Silence you!�
       The fire danced in Victoria�s eyes, but Nabiki was not the
least
afraid.
       �Now Ms. Saffron.  You want me to make Tatewaki Kuno
comfortable,
right?�
       �Yes.�
       �And you want him to be relaxed and� at ease with his
company,
right?�

       �Oh you can go now,� she told him.  The van rolled off and
Nabiki
cleared her throat.  �He�s on a meter,� she explained, �and it
Kurisame.�

it what?  

       �There�s not much time before our guests arrive so you
better get
started.  Too your right in the far corner is the dumbwaiter.  In

To your right, in the far corner is the dumbwaiter, in case

       Jean-Claude made a start his eyes widening.  Muffled

start,

snickers
from Tanyun and Sachi added to the insult, and he sneered viciously
at
them.
       �Now stop this, all of you,� said Vicky.  �Jean-Claude,
be-have

I understand that you are trying to convey the idea that she stretches
out the "e" sound.  Unfortunately it reads like be have.  

Kasumi�s mouth dropped open as she stared down at her now soiled
cooking
mitts.  She glanced up, back down at the floor then back up
lunging
towards the arrogant man.  Fortunately, Nabiki, Akari, Ukyo and
Vicky
managed to catch her before she got within swinging range.
       �Let me go, let me go, I�ll kill this insolent chef, I�ll
kill
him!�

You know, given that this is the Ranma 1/2 universe by rights that
should lead to a cooking duel. 

       �Ukyo, this is not the time.  Vicky�.�
       �Jean-Claude I told you too behave!�

to

as fish bait or worse.  Vicky�s call broke her from the dark

fishbait

unsure about it.  They bumped along over rough dirt and foliage,
the
braches of the trees scrapping along the top and sides until
finally
they came upon an open clearing thick with under growth.

undergrowth

       Tofu hung his head muttering a few unintelligible words to
himself.  �You know Hikaru, this should not surprise me after
seeing you
with that Laptop I�m still paying for, but we will not digress. 

laptop

       Ukyo let out a short laugh, cutting it off with some
difficulty.
She could barely keep a straight face and there were tears forming
at
the corners of her eyes.  �It�s� its Mousse.�

"It's... it's Mousse"

       �Your shy little waitress, what�s her name �Moussa�?  Could
you
please tell her to stop whimpering so much?  It�s starting to worry
the
guest.�

guests

And it seems to be worrying like raw meat worries hungry dogs.  

       �Oh come�on!  You can call me Mister Phelps.�

But Mister Phelps turns traitor in the movie!



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