Miss Rose’s Cocktail Party

As darkness came crashing down in the real world of JC, Miss Rose was exhausted. Her house was spotless she had fought with her Dyson, and although it had a good suction she had swapped it for her neighbours Vax, when she had nipped out to the bookies. Her neighbour wouldn’t notice “she never does any cleaning the mucky witch” Miss Rose said out loud to herself as she hid her newly acquired Vax in the cupboard.

Even though Rose’s back was killing her, she was all set for her cocktail party. She had shook, mixed and stirred all her ingredients to be poured over glasses of crushed ice for when her guests arrived.

The doorbell rang and Miss Rose along with her pack of poodles went rushing to the door to greet Maxie ,Tinks and Suntanchick. They had all bought new dresses for the occasion, gold lame full length and much to Miss Rose’s surprise all wore afro wigs. “Guess who we are, Guess, go on, Guess Miss Rose.” They all struck a pose and did a twirl.

Miss Rose said nothing she was trying hard to remember when she had said her ”upper class, high superior, no common people” cocktail party was fancy dress. “We are the three degrees” Tinks shouted as they all burst into “when will I see you again, when will we share precious moments”. The poodles joined in as Maxie did her solo of “ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh aaahhhhhhhhh oooohhhhhhhhhhh”.

Miss Rose ushered the trio in before they could sing another line and by the time the doorbell heralded more guests all three were drinking Moscow mules and practising line dancing on Miss Rose’s llama rug.

Next to arrive, much to Miss Rose’s horror was Quench, he hadn’t been invited but he was accompanied by Soulbabe and Penny and they had. Quench had told everyone he was going for a threesome. Penny and Soulbabe would have come to the cocktail party with Satan had he offered to drive. In fact Satan would have more chance of having a threesome than Quench.

As soon as they got through the door Penny and Soul headed straight for the kitchen and found the Bellini’s, leaving Quench alone in the hallway looking at the 118 water colours and oils hung on the walls, of Miss Rose’s poodles, painted in various costumes. He was just admiring an oil painting of Miss Rose’s poodles dressed as the three cavaliers, and was wondering if he should get his portrait done in oils, when the doorbell rang. Quench opened the door to Mrs Khan, Asiannastymale’s long suffering mother. She handed a big bin liner full of pakora’s to Quench, who was swiftly relieved of them by Merrygutbucket, who had followed Mrs Khan through the door.

An hour later the party was in full swing. Angelturntodust was not happy. She didn’t want a cocktail, she wanted a cup of tea but Annetteknitthecurtain, was sitting on Mrs Teapot and wouldn’t allow her to pour a cup of tea. Annette was determined not to let a single drop come out of Mrs Teapots spout.

Blonde the Bolton bomber was sitting on the sofa in her purple evening dress and Tiara, that Max had finally managed to fit on her newly set hair. Either side of the Bomber sat Punch and Judy. Judy was wearing the missing gimp mask, whipped by PC Ames who had got fed up with her wasting police time. Judy was now writing notes and passing them to Punch via the Bolton bomber who was correcting all the spelling mistakes before passing them on to Punch who kept saying “that’s the way to do it, that’s the way to do it” and was starting to really get up the Bomber’s nose.

Alkiarse sat on the rocking elephant imported from Thailand, watching the bomber with lust and longing in his eyes. He was dressed as a cabbage but unlike the “three degrees” he hadn’t mistaken it for a fancy dress party, it was his normal attire.

Mature Male moving to Suffolk had found MinnieClaireMouse and Mariapizzeria in the kitchen. They had been under strict instructions by Miss Rose not to bring their own Pinot Grigio, Minnie Claire was holding the bottle of Pinot as Mariapizzeria was shoving a screwdriver through the cork and banging it with a hammer. They had been unable to locate a cork screw in the modern high tech kitchen that Miss Rose had created. Finally, the cork was bopping in the bottle and they could have a drink before Mature Male moved on to quoting “The Bible”.

Jadey and nonwelshfem had taken control of the music. The room was now side stepping to “Showaddywaddy”, with nonwelsh and jadey taking the lead showing the room how to side step and clap.

Angelturnedtodust, having given up on ever getting near the teapot had been sipping a blowjob, joined in with gusto and was having more fun than she ever did at Bingo. White wolf was trying to keep up with Angel but soon ended up on Thin no dice no ice’s lap, who had been busy making thrusting movements to Gill from Cambridgeshire.

Whatajoke was outside with his new best friend forever, Asiannastymale and a red marker pen. Ideally he would like to have given the pen to Asiannastymale and shouted instructions on what to write. After the first line that Asiannastymale wrote on the window, “U is r oll krips”, Whatajoke quickly figured out Asiannastymale was not only mute, he was dumb as well. He was left writing on his own and told Asiannastymale to act as lookout, standing on the garden table. Mariapizzeria was looking out of the window and started to see words appear …….. “god a si airam”, suddenly she thought she had seen the error of her ways and convinced it was a sign, sat on MatureMale’s lap and let him read her the bible.

Eve was late, she had searched many lamp posts in the area and still hadn’t located her knickers. Having bumped into Trubs walking down the garden path, she had managed to borrow a pair and was now busy with Miss Rose’s sewing kit trying to stitch them to her dress so that they wouldn’t keep falling down.

Kenty wenty was sitting in the corner smiling like an angel, whilst flicking reindeer poo imported from Sweden, at Gill from Cambs.

Blonde the Bolton Bomber had now had enough, she had borrowed a truncheon from PC Ames and was banging systematically Punch and Judy on the head “saying that’s the way to do it, that’s the way to ruddy do it.”

Miss Rose had been busy all night, keeping the cocktails flowing and was thinking how nice it was to see the Real world of JC all getting on so nicely, she was looking forward to the festive season. :twisted: :twisted: :twisted: