Title: HoN, Let’s Go

Series: The Velvet and Leather Ball

By: Toga

Rated: PG

Summary: Is one really necessary?

Running his green hand with manicured nails down the lapel of his orchid suit, I smile as Kermit admires himself in the mirror. Some how, the crimson shirt and emerald tie match, not clashing with his skin. And his sandy bleached tuffs of think hair on top just set the whole thing into perfection – red eyes and horns being the only real accent.

No wonder he doesn’t wear any jewelry. He doesn’t need it.

“What do you think, lil’ T?” Curling into an unsure smile, his lips part for a small flash of teeth.

“Sharp, sweetie. Pullin’ out all the stops?” I tilt my head to see his reflection in the mirror. I brought out Will’s full length mirror into the living room so we can all get a look at ourselves. It’s been a while, and I know I’m more than a bit nervous.

“Yeah. I’m really looking forward to this.” Turning, Kermie checks out his ass. I try not to chuckle from my perch on the arm of the couch, but he ends up catching me. “It’s been awhile since we’ve all been out to a party.”

Not matter how I try, sometimes things just fall out of my mouth before I can do a damn thing about it. “You just want to meet Valmont.”

“Hey!” In mocking protest, he puts his hands on his hips, careful not to crease the line of his suit. “Someone else who can appreciate a well tailored suit – can’t I be a tad bit excited?”

“They all sound great.”

“And very kind, by the sound, the invite quite profound.” From the dining room, my red devil slides in. Royal blue suit, obviously the same maker as his lover, flows around his spinning form. As he finishes up with a bit of teasing jazz-hands, he smiles when a rewarding kiss is given.

I just clap. “It’s pretty brave of them, having us lot up.”

“Such articulates well of their elegance in proper decorum.” Taking over the mirror, my mate tugs on his blood red waistcoat and inspects his attire. If I ever thought Kermit was a stickler for appearances, he ain’t got nothing on my Will.

“As does that suit.” Stepping assigned, wrapped in Glover’s embrace, Kermit nods at the poet. The two share an appreciative smile – nerves are calming.

“Is that what you’re going to wear?”

“Why, yes.” Turning to give me a look, he slides his silver framed glasses back up his nose. His long, wavy locks stay pinned by the black ribbon at the nape of his neck. “T’is it not appropriate?”

“It’s a Velvet and Leather ball!” Grinning over Kermit’s shoulder, Glover’s mismatched eyes dance. His gold hoop earring glints in the lamplight. When did he get that? “You are wearing neither at all.”

Will sniffs and gives up the mirror. “Well…I have neither in my closet. Moreover, this is far more dignified.”

“It’s not like you’re wearing either…either.”

“I refused to wear the bondage boys’ outfits again.” And Kermit’s adamant about that. The usual soft smile that’s standard on his face is gone. “Man, those pants just chaffed me something fierce. I could sit down in the sauna for a week…not that I ever sit, but – “

A red hand wraps around his mouth. My red devil grins at all of us, quite the knowing grin, as he silences his lover. I think Will’s grateful that the thought couldn’t be completed, but my imagination finishes the picture. And knowing me like he does, Glover shoots me a wink.

“Well, I like your suits.”

Will nods towards the demons in agreement. “Quite becoming and to your nature.”

“Thanks.” Pealing back the fingers, Kermit grins. “Like we really needed an excuse to splurge.”

The front door opens, sending a small tinkling of enchantment through out the air. With a quick peek, Lina and Poison pop in from Texas. Both are ready to go.

“Are we late?” Grasping her wolf’s hand, my witch’s in her normal attire. A patchwork dress of velvety goodness clings to her body as it sweeps the floor. Petite, ballet-type shoes peek out when she steps. Her long, straight sandy hair falls down her back.

“Right on time.”

“Oh, look at you, peapod! Lovely!” Taking her free hand, Kermit swings her out a bit to see the full affect. Poison, in a black, leather bustier and jeans with black cowboy boots, grins along with the demon.

“Thank you.” Blushing with the sudden attention, Lina tucks her head. “Poison picked it out.”

“No,” She peeks out from beneath her bangs with a rather playful grin. “I didn’t. I wanted the low cut shirt…”

Lina blushes more. Tomato red looks good on her. “Okay, it was her second choice.”

“Third. I wanted the spaghetti straps next.”

Time to save my girl before she dies of embarrassment right there. Of course, I try not to laugh my ass off as Big Brother Will folds his arms over his chest and fixes the wolf with a rather stern stare. Kermit and Glover, on the other hand, grin in appreciation.

“Shall we?”

We shift to head out back when Will tugs on my arm. “Are we not overlooking someone?”

“He’s not…” Shaking his head, Kermit knots his brow. And I’m lost in the conversation.

“I thought he wasn’t the social type?” Taking up point, Poison turns to make sure we’re all following as she heads through the kitchen.

Now I’m clued in. Logan. Right, where is he? “I asked him…”

“Hey, you guys still here?” Right on time, like he knew what he was doing all along, he walks in the front door. I eep as a small flutter tickles my belly. Pushing past everyone, all grinning like big ol’ idjits, I make my way back to the doorway from the kitchen and dining room.

“You made it!”

“You said you guys usually go to these things.” Ambling slowly across the room, his thick, muscular arms sway against his black wife-beater-covered body. He shaved and put on clean jeans and those cowboy boots he got a while back. Smelling clean and colonged, his smile fads when he catches up with us. “And dressed up, I see.”

Putting my arms out, I spin to show off what I’m wearing. Doc Marten boots with flowers hold up the rough-cut hem of my jeans. A black, button-down shirt with three quarter cuffed sleeves finish my dress, accessorized with my silver jewelry. “Except me. I’m in my usual.”

Logan smiles. “Looks nice. We match.”

“Beloved?” Extending his elbow, Will motions with his head that the rest are heading out back. The deck waits and if we’re not all together, we might not all make it. I take his arm and grab The Wolverine’s wrist to tug him along.

This is going to be fun.