Walking up the steps to the huge mansion, Chez stared upward and shuddered, wrapping herself up tighter into her leather jacket. "It's ****ing freezing out here," she said to her date. "My nipples are pratically freezing off."
UntilTheEnd turned to look, raising a curious eyebrow. Chez ignored the usual behavior that her long-term boyfriend always seemed to direct toward her.
Chez was dressed up in casual attire, a pair of black, slightly baggy jeans, a well-fitting, low cut green top with an open, long sleeved white top over it, and a black leather jacket untidily slung over that as well as her usual black combat boots.
"You'd better not make my other date upset," she warned. "She'll likely make an appearance, and this excites me."
"Why did we have to come here again?" Asked UntilTheEnd. "Most of the people likely to attend are complete drongo's."
Chez laughed, "maybe some of them, but we have the opportunity to meet some of the good members." UntilTheEnd raised an eyebrow. "But this is a bit of fiction you're replying to!"
"Shh," cooed Chez. "I'm sure it'll be boring, but Govinda might be here!"
"I don't appreciate your extra marital relations!" huffed UntilTheEnd. "Firstly, we aren't married. And secondly, you knew about Govinda before we started dating." Nothing more was said, or maybe it was, but Chez had become distracted by somekind of UFO who was taking down a list of arrivals. "WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!" She squealed, running for it, clearly excited. Stiltzkin blinked and looked at Chez. "Name?" he asked, nervously.
"Are you somekind of flying rat?" asked Chez, ignoring the question, a huge grin stretched out on her face.
Stiltzkin huffed and blushed. UntilTheEnd walked up beside Chez. "I think it's mad."
"I am a moogle!" he screeched.
"You're cute, can I take you home?" asked Chez, gushing and grabbing for him, squashing his tiny body this way and that. "Let me GO!" he said, squirming and finding his way out of her iron grip. "I am a moogle, not a hamster, a mouse, a rat or any other rodent!"
"It looks more like a cat," thought UntilTheEnd aloud. "Please give me your names... and then leave me alone!" he squealed. Chez gave up and offered her names to the flying creature who insisted he was a moogle.

The doors burst open and in walked a woman of about 5'8 in casual clothing, with a bottle of cider clasped in her hand. The lid of the drink had disappeared somewhere as had a quarter of the liquid inside. She was followed by her date, UntilTheEnd -- only a couple of inches taller, also dressed in casual wear, looking bored. The two of them stuck out like a sore thumb, and Chez thought she heard a couple of irritated groans. She couldn't help but be a little surprised at the outfits. "Jesus Christ, you guys took this whole shebang seriously. Well, it doesn't matter," she said, "I'm sure if I feel the magic of the evening there will be time to change." She took a swig of cider and belched loudly. "Oops," she muttered, snickering and placing her heavily ringed fingers over her mouth. "Sorry, I forgot to leave my bad manners at the door... Which... has just fallen down, it seems," she said nervously. "I didn't do that. It was him!" she pointed to Stiltzkin, who gasped and clapped his chubby paws to his mouth. "I am offended, ma'am!" he squeaked and flew out the door to continue greeting guests.
"So..." she mumbled to herself. "Where's my Govvy?"