Author's Notes: Yes I am back. And yes I know I should be working on my other X-Man story, but what can I say, when it hits me it hits me. So here I am with another short little ficlet that invaded my brain. You can like it or you don't have to like it. I just wanted to write it cause it seemed like fun. Umm, I'm not that good with accents, especially Gambit's, but I did my best so please appreciate that. Just a side note, this story has no attachment with my other story Blast To The Past…its completely on its own bit of fluff I wrote tonight. Read and review.

Disclaimer: I do not own Xmen, or Gambit…though a girl can wish ya know. What I do own is this little piece of random fluff and my three original characters: Caitlyn, Krysta, and KeLyssa. I do not own Gretchen Wilson's song Here For The Party. I'm telling you now, it you sue all you will get is my cat Pooh and some peppermint tea if I don't drink it all tonight. Yeah knowing that sure makes you change your mind about suing me doesn't it?

Summary: Remy LeBeau has bravely volunteered to take three girls native to his home state of Louisiana to visit friends and family. And he couldn't have picked a better time. Mardi Gras craziness runs rampant as the four visit the girl's aunt's bar in New Orleans. What could happen will most likely happen. Is he up for it?

Here For The Party

Kalina Blue Star(s)

Lights flashed and music pulsed, flowing into the crowded streets. While a normal occurrence here in New Orleans, it was more so than usual this week. The streets were packed with people walking and people driving in cars. Laughter was a dominant factor, everywhere you looked people were sharing jokes and drinks, and some other un mentionable things.

Which was a given at this time of year, seeing how it was Mardi Gras, a week long celebration and wild parties. It was wilder than usual, seeing as it was the last day of the celebration. None of the bars would close before dawn and the beer wouldn't stop flowing until the early morning hours.

And they were there for it, taking a break from everything back at home. They were four in number, three women and a man. Completely different from each other except for the facts they were all mutants and all called Louisiana their homeland.

One woman had dark red hair, as it dark rubies had been taken and spun into hair. It was pulled back at the sides, cascading down her back. Deep green eyes were enhanced by silver and black eye make up. Dark black mascara gave inches it seemed to her already long lashes. Full lips were painted red with a hint of gloss to make it shiny. Her looks suited her tall and lithe body and she moved with an odd cat like grace. The pleats of her skirt brushed against her legs, barely skimming her thighs. A white button down halter top bared her stomach and back, revealing a cat paw tattoo on her right shoulder and a silver navel ring with a ruby gem in the center.

Her two female companions were identical in every way except for their eyes and hair. Both had long raven black hair that hung down to their waists. However one woman had red and blue streaks and the other had pink and purple streaks. One woman's eyes were a deep fiery red, staring in them would remind a person of the lava that flowed from the deep earth. Pale blue colors were speckles against the red. Her sister had icy blue eyes, if you gazed deep in them, you would see glaciers. Her eyes had red flecks of color in them. It was a compliment of their mutual powers and sisterhood. Red and black eye make up went with the blue eyes and blue and black went with the red eyes. Their lips were paint a shimmer gold color that caught the light. They were wearing matching leather pants and opposing blue and red halter tops. Sharing the same looks and powers, there was no doubt that they were twins.

The only man in the group, and looking comfortable being so, stood by the redhead, several inches taller than her. Short hair, falling just an inch below his ears, fell in a soft wavy mass of a rich brown, complete with lighter brown highlights. His eyes were red on black, giving him a dangerous look. Black jean clung to his legs and his combat boots made, surprisingly, little sound as he walked. A black tee shirt with a red button down shirt that flapped open covered his chest. All were covered by his infamous brown trench coat, something he never left home without. He held an air of power that returned to him the moment he set foot in New Orleans, his home.

He was Remy LeBeau, more commonly known as Gambit. He was a X-Man, one of the defenders of mutant rights, going against the ones who wished to give mutants a bad name. His mutant ability, along with his natural talent as a thief, was to take potential energy and turn it into kinetic energy and to transfer that into object, which would explode.

The twins, Krysta and KeLyssa Gallagher were known as Torch and Icicle. Krysta was Torch; she had the red eyes to go with her power over fire. KeLyssa was Icicle, having the blue eyes to go with the power over ice. Both girls had a small touch of the other's ability and could combine them together. Krysta's fire would not melt KeLyssa's ice. That bond was shared through them being twins.

The redhead was the twin's older sister, Caitlyn. She was two years older than her sisters at the age of twenty-one. Unlike her sisters, she had no control of a element. Instead she was a shape shifter. Though her power was limited to felines. Able to shift from a domestic feline to a wild feline, she was a asset to the X-Men team as a spy. Being a feline shape shifter, she was given the codename Pounce.

All four had ties to Louisiana, Remy being from New Orleans and the sisters from Shreveport, despite their obvious Irish heritage. The girls, having grown up in Louisiana wanted to come back for a visit with friends and family, two years was too long for them to be gone. Remy, having a soft heart towards the three, volunteered to travel with them. After spending a week visiting friends and family, the four had finally reach New Orleans and the best night of Mardi Gras. They were here for the party at last. And they wanted to party.

"You people are so slow! Hurry up or Duchais will be packed!" called out KeLyssa, the blue eyed purple and pink haired twin. She was the more outgoing twin, going against the ice that she was named for.

"Sweetheart, its only ten. Duchais wont be packed until twelve and you know it, so chill," drawled Caitlyn, her voice like soft honey. She was content with the current pace of their walking. It was obvious her sisters had no idea how hard it was to talk in five heels. She was also enjoying the sights, it was shocking to remember how much she loved this smoky city.

"Ma petite, there is no need to rush. We will get there in due time, non?" said Remy in his familiar Cajun accent.

He walked up next to Caitlyn and swung a friendly arm around her shoulders. Both were involved with fellow X-Men in very serious relationships, but that didn't stop their friendship. The two were very close to each other, despite their age differences. Their friendly banter and flirtations were well known and tolerated to a certain level with their special someone's.

To Remy, Caitlyn was like a little sister, someone he could always talk to, even if they've only known each other for two years. To Caitlyn it was the same. Remy was her first friend at the Institute and standing up for her when her shyness held her back. Because, unlike her sisters, it took a while for Cait to get close to someone, just like a cat she was wary of strangers. Remy was the one person she could go to and him always be there. He was more than a friend to her, he was a casual cuddle buddy, someone she could cuddle with for comfort and nothing sexual.

"What is completely beside the point and you know it." Retorted Krysta, always on her twin's side.

Caitlyn gave her younger sister a slow, cat-like smile, "I honestly don't know why you two are in such a hurry. Your too young to drink."

Unlike her sisters, Caitlyn was more refined, more lady like. She wasn't a snooty rich bitch, even though they came from money. No she was just a lady who had a semi wild streak through her, which made her perfect for her lover. Just thinking about him brought a smile to her face.

Krysta and KeLyssa turned and gave the two a pretty and perfected pout. Caitlyn and Remy, in turn, laughed softly, their laughter blending in with the others on the street. The twin's pout had no effect on them, it was just for show and they all knew it.

"Ma cherie, you know dis is true. De Professor would have this ole Cajun's head if you drank." Remy said in reply to their pouts.

KeLyssa continued to pout, "Professor Xavier doesn't have to know now does he?"

Krysta nodded in agreement, "Lys is right. Whose going to tell him? And we are nineteen after all, he cant stop us."

Caitlyn blinked twice while staring at her sisters. Sure from Krysta she would expect something like this, as she was the more rebellious twin, but not from KeLyssa. Could it be that the two were really suggesting that they try and lie to the most powerful telepath they knew of? Yes, they were and the two little freaks had finally lost it completely and officially. Remy looked at the redhead, wondering if he had heard what he really heard.

Caitlyn threw her hands up in the air and pushed past them, saying, "I'm going to pretend that I didn't here that from you two nutcases." And with that, she continued on her way to the bar, catching a pair of bright green beads tossed her way and slipping them around her neck.

The twins looked at her retreating back then at each other and finally at Remy, chorusing together, "What did we do?"

Remy laughed, "What did ya do? You two just suggested dat we try and pull de wool over one of the de world's most powerful telepath. Dat is what you did." Then he laughed again, hooking his arm around their necks, leading the two pouting girls after their sister.

The streets were packed full of college co-eds and people out to have a good time. Brightly covered masks covered faces and multi-colored beads wrapped around necks every where they turned. By the time that the quartet reached Bourbon Street, they had many beads and a mask apiece. Krys and Lyssa were sporting peacock feathered masks, Caitlyn had a leopard spotted mask in silver and gold, and Remy managed to snag one with a royal flush in spades and dice decorating it. Laughing and joking, they took their spots on the street side for the parade, which would be reaching them soon.

Krysta and KeLyssa stood several feet away from Caitlyn and Remy, plotting on how to get some drinks. Krysta kept coming up with wild and completely impossible plans for them to use and it had Lyssa cracking up.

"…and then we snag the drinks and run." She was saying.

Lyssa eyed her sister and laughed harder, "Your telling me that we agree to give guys head for drinks? I'm sorry Krys, but Cait is right, you've lost it."

"So that's a no?" the red-eyed girl asked with a tilt of her head.

"What do you think?" retorted Lyssa.

"I think you should stop answering a question with a question."

"That wasn't a no. That was a hell no."

"Right then." Said Krysta, "So what now?"

KeLyssa smiled slowly, "I wont suck a guy off, but I will flash him."

Krysta picked up on it, "And instead of beads they give us drinks. Lys you are a genius!"

"I know. That's why I am the smart twin." She said with a grin and the two continued their plotting.

Meanwhile Caitlyn and Remy watched them from several feet away. Caitlyn was leaning against a street lamp, lit cigarette dangling from her fingers. Remy had out a playing card, the ace of spades, fiddling with it between two fingers. Snapping it up, he pointed it at her cigarette, "You know, dos things, de will kill you one day, cherie."

Caitlyn just smiled and lifted it to her lips, taking a deep drag. The smoke trickled out her nose before she exhaled full, "I'd say it will be a toss up on what kills me first, the smokes or the sisters."

Laughing, the Cajun risked a look at the twins, "Dat be the truth, non?

"A round of Jose Cuervo says they are planning on a way to get drunk."

"Dis Gambit here, he is no fool. Dat is one bet I not be takin." He said with a chuckle. It seemed as every minute Remy was in New Orleans, the thicker his accent got.

She shrugged and batted her eyes at him, "Can't blame a girl for trying, non?"

"Non, you can not. How do you propose dat we stop whatever dastardly plan dey care concocting?"

Another shrug was her answer as the tall redhead tossed down her smoldering cigarette butt, "Your guess is as good as mine, sweetheart."

He started to say something else but was cut off by Krysta and KeLyssa walking over while yelling, "HERE IT COMES! HERE IT COMES!"

Giving Caitlyn a wink, Remy hooked a arm around KeLyssa's shoulder and Caitlyn did the same with Krysta. The four moved closer to the street, Lys leaning against Remy and Krys leaning against Caitlyn as they screamed and cheered for the floats that passed by them. The Mardi Gras parades were some of the best parades in the country and this one proved to be no different. Krysta grabbed Caitlyn and the two danced around to the sound of Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy by Big and Rich. In their little corner of the street, the two sisters did the whole dance routine that was featured in the music video, eliciting catcalls and whistles from the surrounding men. Then Caitlyn turned around and shocked the hell out of her sisters and Remy by flashing a group of guys on one float to receive a set of wooden beads that were carved into the shape of happy and sad masks and dice.

After slipping on the beads, she was buttoning up her top when she looked at them, laughing at their open mouths, "What? Can't a girl have fun? Its MARDI GRAS!"

That made them laugh until the parade was over, which didn't take to long with only four floats left. They were still laughing softly as they walked down the street to Duchais.

Lyssa clung to her older sister's arm, "I can't believe you did that. It was so…"

"Not you!" finished Krys, clinging to Caitlyn's other arm.

Cait rolled her eyes, "Sweet Jesus, you would think that you two have never seen tits before."

The two stared at her. Here was their cool headed, shy and sometimes prudish older sister talking about tits as if it was a every day topic. It proved to be too much of a shock for them and they starting laughing, their shoulders heaving and shaking, causing Caitlyn to shake as well until she pulled her arms free. After a moment of staring, Remy and Caitlyn joined in the laughter. They were still chuckling when they came to a stop by a bar that had a piece of stained pine wood with a name carved into it, Duchais.

Duchais was the bar that was owned by the girl's aunt Brenna Gallagher. Brenna was a mutant herself. The way she always described her power to her nieces was being able to adjust the sound waves in a room. She could make them loud enough to burst eardrums or soft enough that you had to strain to hear them. She called it her power of music and the girls jokingly called her Equalizer, since she could equalize sound waves. Her power came in handy with her bar as she was able to adjust the sound of the music and the sound of the customer's at will. It also lessened headaches. Brenna was also the reason why the nineteen-year-old twins were allowed into the bar.

Maurice, the huge muscles abound bouncer, smiled warmly at the girls, who were always visitors when living in Louisiana, and Remy, who was a visitor of Duchais when he was in town, remarking, "Now dis here is a bunch of I never thought I would see. Its good to see you. Go on in, de boss is waitin' on you."

Caitlyn smiled her thanks and while the twins hugged Maurice. He was one of their favorite people when they visited Aunt Brenna and was responsible for their first streaking party in which Krys came out with white streaks and Lyssa orange streaks. Remy also nodded her thanks.

The first thing the group heard when they entered the bar was Mary Chapin Carpenter's Twist and Shout/ Brenna, despite her own strong Irish roots, was a big fan of country music. It was all she played at the bar and it fitted the smoky and whiskey scented setting. Which made it no surprise that thick smoke and the strong smell of whiskey reached their eyes and nose next. Which was followed by a shout.

"Caitlyn! Krysta! KeLyssa! And bless my soul, Remy LeBeau!"

The shout had come from a buxom blonde wearing a white pheasant top and black slacks. A no-nonsense apron went over it, jangling happily with tips. Her hair, a rich honeyed blonde, was pulled back in a tight blonde, several wisps framing her well aged face.

The twins launched themselves at their Aunt Brenna, hugging the woman very tightly. Caitlyn waited until they pulled back before stepping forward and giving Brenna a warm but restrained hug. The woman laughed and hooked a arm around the twin's neck and the other around Caitlyn and led them over to a table with Remy following with a smile. On this trip, he had not scene the girls greet a family member, not even their parents, as warmly as Brenna. And he was grateful for all she did for his girls.

"It sure is good to see you all again." She said, her voice a combination of whiskey and smoke, the familiar and loved tone rolling over the girls.

"Its good to see you again too Aunt Bre," replied Caitlyn, smiling. The girls and Brenna were the only mutants in the Gallagher family. And for that reason and more, Caitlyn was more at ease with her father's older and only sister.

"So how is de business tonight, Brenna?" Remy asked.

"Oh you know, busiest night of the year. We have a bigger crowd than we did on New Years Eve and its not yet midnight. So its all good. So I hear you volunteered to run herd on these hellions?" she replied with a chuckle as the sisters looked shocked. They weren't hellions…all the time.

"Well you know what de say about ole Gambit," he said with his own chuckle.

Caitlyn recovered in time to drawl out teasingly, "Dat he dun know how to keep he's mouth shut?"

Her exaggerated Cajun drawl earned a round of laughter as Remy tapped her lightly on the head, "Non, dat he be de bravest soul around des parts."

Krysta shook her head as Cait and Remy started in on one of their normal banters and looked slyly at her aunt, "So, Auntie Bre, how about a round of drinks on the house?"

Brenna, well aware of the twin's tricks and plots, sent a wink towards Caitlyn and Remy, "Sure and why not? I'll be back."

Remy and Caitlyn had trouble containing the laughs that wanted to burst out at Krys and Lyssa's triumphant looks at each other. Brenna chuckled to herself as she slide behind the bar and started to pull the drinks. She returned shortly, carrying a tray with four drinks on it.

"And here we are. A glass of Harps for Caitlyn and a pint of Harps for Remy. And two…" she slid two glasses full of coke in front of the twins, "Two large Cokes for the young'uns."

The three adults couldn't control their laughter anymore when they looked into Krysta and KeLyssa's crestfallen looks and they let it out. After several moments, the two girls joined in on the laughter. There were many faults that they had, but not being able to take a joke at their own expense was not one of them. After catching her breath, Brenna patted the twins on the shoulders and went back to the bar to tend to her duties.

Caitlyn lifted her glass to her lips, "Now, surely you two didn't think you could pull one over Aunt Bre did you? You know she's smarter than that. Besides, you were being obvious, you really need lessons in subtly.'

Gambit looked at her, cocking a eyebrow, "Ma cherie, I don't dink dat dey need your help. Dat will just encourage dem, non?"

Krysta rolled her eyes and waved a hand at him, "Hush, Remy. I'm interested in what Cait has to say."

KeLyssa nodded, "Yeah, let the elder sister pass on what must be family traditions."

Caitlyn gave a very un-ladylike snort into her Harps and laughed, "Oh yes, you must be insane to think that I'd tell you how to get drinks."

KeLyssa smirked, "Well you know what they say…"

"…Insanity runs in the family." Krysta finished.

If they thought that would get a reaction out of her, they were mistaken. She just smiled and replied, "Yes I know, and it's hard to believe that living with you two hasn't made me crazy yet. I must be lucky."

KeLyssa held a hand against her chest, mockingly, "And what about us? Having to live with you?"

Caitlyn smiled slowly, "You, my dear, will shall forever live with me. That, sister, is your curse."

Krysta snickered and Caitlyn turned her smile to her other sister, "What are you laughing for, your in the same position."

Remy laughed at the twins as they glared at their sister and stared forlornly at his empty glass, "Ma cherie, our glasses are empty. Dat is not a good thing, perhaps you can get de first refill of de evening?"

Caitlyn nodded and grabbed their empty glasses and headed to the bar, leaving Remy to deal with Krys and Lys begging for just one drink. The bar was crowded but the slender redhead was able to slip in between two men who had to be jocks with the way they were muscled. Brenna saw her niece and moved over to her.

"Refills already? Twins driving you to drink faster than usual?"

"Anytime with the twins will drive you to drink." Caitlyn replied, ignoring the jock's stares and leaned against the bar.

Brenna took the glasses and refilled them, "Well that I can believe. So what are they up to?"

Caitlyn took the glasses and sipped from hers, "Well you know, trying to convince someone to buy them a drink."

"I wouldn't worry about that. I've got my eye on them too. Nothing will get by me." Brenna said, filling another order of drinks, which a waitress carried off.

"Then between you, Remy, and me, we might survive this night." Caitlyn said, picking up the other glass.

"No doubt about that. Say, how about later you and the twins come up and sing us a song?" Brenna asked, looking slyly at her niece.

Caitlyn blanched, not liking to sing in front of people, "Oh Aunt Bre, you know that I don't like to sing in front of people."

Bre laughed, "Why do you think I said later? That way you'll be drunk enough to not care."

Caitlyn rolled her eyes, "I'll think about it."

"You do that." Brenna called after her, smile knowingly.

Caitlyn walked back to the table, seeing her sisters missing. Giving the bar a causal look over, she spotted the familiar pink, purple, blue, and red hair on the dance floor and she sighed. While she loved her sisters, it was starting to get annoying how they begged for drinks. Sitting Remy's drink in front of him, she took her seat and in one gulp, swallowed half of her beer. Remy looked at her, that was completely out of character and he asked, "Somedin de matter, cherie?"

She took another drink and gave him a look, "My aunt wants me to sing with Krys and Lys."

Remy's brow rose at that statement. In all the time he had known Caitlyn, he had never heard sing, despite the fact her sister's said she had a lovely voice, "Dat dere will be a lovely treat, non?"

Caitlyn gave him a sour look, "So you think.' Lifting a hand she signaled a waitress who came over and retrieved the now empty glass and Caitlyn said, "We'll take four shots of Jose."

Remy looked at her, concerned, "Le chéri, c'est sage pour boire si beaucoup si rapidement comme cela ? Je ne veux pas que vous tomber malade sur moi et est incapable de chanter."

Caitlyn sighed and looked at him, switching to French as well, "Remy, cher, si vous voulez me voir que chante, alors oui j'ai besoin de boire beaucoup et rapidement. En plus c'est Mardi Gras, laisser le bon rouleau de temps, non?"

Remy laughed and raised his glass to her and finished it off, "Oui."

By that time the waitress had returned and placed the shot glasses on the table. As she was walking away, Krys and Lys had returned and cheered, chorusing together, "TEQUILA!"

Caitlyn choose one shot glass and raised it to her lips, her head tilting back and she swallowed the tequila quickly, coughing once, "Not for you." A second shot followed the other, just as quickly.

The twins looked at her and in response to their looks she stood up and jerked her head towards the bar, "Come on, Aunt Bre wants us to sing."

KeLyssa jumped up quickly, "I'll get the mikes from the band and tell them what to play." She hurried off.

Krysta looked at Caitlyn, "So that's why your knocking back the tequila."

Caitlyn nodded and did another shot before jabbing a finger at Remy, rattling off in French quickly, "Si que je suis sur le point de faire retourne aux autres, je couperai vos balles et les lie dans un noeud autour de votre cou. Comprend ?"

Krysta laughed as Remy paled, "You tell him sister. Boy you are mean when your drunk."

Remy gulped and raised the last shot glass in a toast to her, " Caitlyn, je ne rêverais pas même de pour ainsi faire.'

She nodded, "Good, now on to torture."

Krysta was still laughing as they met KeLyssa and Brenna at the bar. KeLyssa looked up from where she was talking with Brenna, "Cait, your going to sing and Krys will dance."

"Great." Caitlyn mumbled as Brenna grabbed the mike and flipped it on. Addressing the crowded bar, she spoke in the mike, "Everyone listen up! Just for the Mardi Gras celebration tonight, my nieces will sing us a song…or two. So lets here it for the Gallaghers, Caitlyn, Krysta and KeLyssa."

The crowd whistled and clapped as Caitlyn, Krysta, and KeLyssa hopped up on the cleared area of the bar. Brenna handed Caitlyn the mike and she turned to the crowd, "As they say, laisser le bon rouleau de temps!!!"

The crowd roared their approval and the music started up. Krysta and Kelyssa started clapping their hands, starting the crowd to do the same as Caitlyn launched into the opening lyrics, her voice strong, "Well I'm an eight ball shooting double fisted drinking son of a gun I wear my jeans a little tight just to watch the little boys come undone. I'm here for the beer and the ball busting band gonna get a little crazy just because I can!"

Krysta and KeLyssa moved into the dance steps the three had praticed. With their hands on their hips, they moved their legs in synch, keeping beat with the music. As Caitlyn launched into the chorus, all three turned to the side, dropping low to the bar, slapping it with their hands before doing a full body shimmy upwards. Caitlyn sang, "You know I'm here for the party and I ain't leavin' til they throw me out gonna have a little fun gonna get me some you know I'm here, I'm here for the party"

Remy had muscled his way to the front, catching a front row look at the little concert. Caitlyn might not like to sing in front of people, but that didn't mean she wouldn't. And from the look on her face as she twisted and turned with her sisters was priceless. The woman was lapping up the attention.

"I may not be a ten but the boys say I clean up good and if I gave 'em half a chance for some rowdy romance you know they would I've been waiting all week just to have a good time so bring on them cowboys and their pick up lines!" Caitlyn continued, adding a lilt of promise to her voice that had all the men eyeing her like a piece of meat, something 'big brother' Remy didn't like at all.

By the time they had hit the chorus again, Caitlyn was getting in the spirit and it showed by the smile on her face and the jump in her dance moves, "You know I'm here for the party and I ain't leavin' til they throw me out gonna have a little fun gonna get me some you know I'm here, I'm here for the party!"

She paused and went into a fast dance move with her sisters, their feet flying. The crowd was dancing and stomping along with them. They turned on their heels, facing the crowd, hips rolling. Another turn had them bending over, much to the delight of the men and a few choice women, and doing another body shimmer upwards. While her sisters continued the dance, Caitlyn turned, one hand resting on her hip, "Don't want no purple hooter shooter just some jack on the rocks, don't mind me if I start that trashy talk"

With a pause she jumped right back into the chorus, her voice dropping another octave, throaty as she sang, "You know I'm here for the party, and I ain't leavin' til they throw me out gonna have a little fun gonna get me some you know I'm here, I'm here for the party… I..I..I...you know I'm here for the party and I ain't leavin' til they throw me out gonna have a little fun gonna get me some you know I'm here, I'm here for the party…yeah…"

They ended the song and dance number with a flourish, two quick spins and a stomp with their hands on their hips. Caitlyn's head was thrown back and when she straightened the crowd cheered and clapped. The sisters looked at each other grinning, basking in the aftermath of their mini show. They may not always get along, but they did share one thing, the love of attention, which they were getting right now.

Jumping down, the three accepted compliments as they hugged Remy and Brenna. Then making their leave, the small group headed back to their table, Brenna joining them. A waitress already had fresh drinks for them at the table, a wine cooler for Caitlyn, another Harps for Remy, a bottle of water for Brenna, and sodas for the twins. Caitlyn was still grinning as Remy spoke to them all.

"Dat was wonderful. Caitlyn, ma petite, you are one of de best kept secrets around, non?"

"Thanks, now lets PARTY!" she said, tilting her head back to scream the last word. The toasted that and the real party began.

Author's Note: There finally finished. And it sucks, yes I know but it was the best I could come up with due to the writer's block on this one and the other story that will feature Caitlyn, KeLyssa, and Krysta. Hope you enjoy. Side note: If you want to know what all the French was, send me a email and I'll let you know.