Title: Greetings (cont'd.) Operation Jester

Series: Leather and Lace Fantasy Ball

Rated: G....:) *who'd a thought*

By: Vamps and Angelina

Summary: Jester comes into his own.

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"Jesus Ange you're gonna scare poor Jes half to death if you don't take it easy." I say as I slow her down long enough to grab three cut crystal champagne glasses off the table the sparkling liquid inside winking enticingly in the candlelight.

Turning back to Angelina I nod and we continue, albeit a bit more sedately to said wallflowers corner.

Hands jammed into his levi's pockets Jes eyes us warily but not in an unfriendly manner, more like cautious, nodding to us as we stop in front of him. Taking the proffered flute of champagne he mutters thanks with a small twitch of his lips.

"Jester, I am vamptasticA, uh...no last name that I can remember and this is Angelina my fashion victim." I grin as Ange giggles. "We decided that you looked like you needed a couple of lovely ladies to keep you company and so here we are."

Jes doesn't look up right away but seeming to come to a decision within himself he does a funny little half nod and when he looks up again, his smile is less than huge, but still truly devastating. Ange and I look at each other, the same exact thought going through our minds...*Jesus lord, where does Tis find them?*

Looking Angelina over in a sulky sexy bad boy way he asks, "Fashion victim?"

Ange looks at me and in a wink is my exact duplicate, then she changes to Tis, and Scarlet, and finally herself again. "Metamorph." She shrugs, "I can duplicate anyone or anything long as it's living, only my facial features stay the same." With that she changes into him, making his hooded eyes go wide, before once again changing back to herself with a smile.

"Does it hurt?" He asks after a moment and taking a deep drink of his champagne.

"No, it kinda tickles actually." She replies her eyes twinkling with mischief.

"And speaking of clothing, " I say eyeing Jes in his jeans and t-shirt, " I'd bet you'd feel more comfortable in something a little more party oriented wouldn't you?"

He shrugs like he hasn’t given it much thought, but I can see that he would but he's trying to downplay the fact that he feels like a fish out of water.

Angelina grins again, "New clothes for the new prince?" she asks me placing a reassuring hand on Jes' shoulder.

"For the new prince." I reply before calling out, "Sally? Please dress our latest handsome devil, " I wink at him, " In the finest mens fashions, jet black I think."

In less than a heartbeat Jes is immaculately dressed in black Versace slacks fitting all the right places with all the right creases and a matching black D&G button down shirt. Cuffs rolled up to mid forearm showing a hint of his tats, a handsome silver Moldavi watch on his wrist, and highly polished black Gucci mens dress shoes.

"I'm guessing you're more of a BlackJack man than champagne am I right?" I ask, pleased with the outward transformation but thinking he needs something with a bit more fire power to drink. "Sally, one tumbler of Jack Daniels, straight up please."

Handing Jes the drink that appears in my hand, Angie and I wrap our arms through his with self satisfied smiles. "Now, how bout we go take a turn around the room for the fams, let them get a good long look at the diamond in the rough Angie and Vamps found."

Jes chuckles a bit, his dark eyes relaxing a little as he looks at us both with a somewhat sincere grin. "Yeah... we could do that."

tbc...