A short and simple interlude today, as we see our chaos types who are also protectors find new ways to be all that and more. Mayhem to them? Any day that ends in a “Y” of course.

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Soulful, just about any time these three get together.

“Did you see the way Tweets threatened me tonight?” Collar sounded gleeful in his state, as if the cop like guy was about to fan girl all over their table.

“Yes, Collar, she was very mad about that striptease you pulled.” The man in a fancy vest blew smoke out as he spoke. “Probably because your man thong wasn’t the first of the night, and you were unluckily lucky to be number three. Just enough to make her think there was a full moon outside as well as inside the bar tonight.”

“Aw, you speak like Tweety doesn’t like butts.” Bebe bounced as loosely as that term described her job, from her chair to the table that both men instinctively anchored with an arm to balance it. “In my defense, that guy did not look like a nothing sort. I was sure he was too tightie whities for his own good, that’s why he became number six on my list.”

Nira shook his head and talked around his smoke. “She was hosting some investors, and while it’s fun to get a rise out of her, it’s important to wait, like Collar did, until she is not conducting business that helps us all.” With an exaggerated flourish, Nira made sure Bebe watched him, keeping her attention. “There’s a difference between getting a rise out of her personally and rocking her professional boat for fun.”

“But her taking the bait is the best part…” Bebe moaned.

Collar added, “especially when she looks so mad under all that professionalism.”

Nira shook his head, staring at his partners in crime and protection. It wasn’t easy for him, being the co-owner and someone prone to hijinx. And the way Bebe’s lip curled in a pout? He patted her knee and looked around through the glass door.

“You know, it looks like the crowds are starting to thin, want to take a lap around the room and find some part we haven’t been together? It’s been a while since I shouted the wrong holiday myself.” 

Bebe lit up with joy, sliding into Nira’s lap like she was liquid. “Oh Nira, really? Until we hear not there again right? That was one of our best nights…”

Collar chuckled watching the pair. “Go on and get you crazy kids, your shenanigans will give me a chance to slip under the bar and see how long it takes her to find me, or better yet, what happens in the morning when she finds me.”

And just like that, Nira carried Bebe back into the nightclub, Collar slowly following behind, for each of their second attempts that night, though, if they ever asked Tweety, she would say it was the tenth attempt at acting up for her attention that night alone.