Ivory and Stud were finishing up half a bottle of champagne as they cuddled on his sofa.

Lifting up his shirt, Ivory unbuttoned his jeans and poured a little champagne into his navel. Then, like a cat drinking milk, she lapped it up with her tongue.

"That tickles", laughed Stud.

"I'm glad we foiled Kingston's plot, " sighed Ivory, lying her head on his chest while leaving her feet on the floor.

"Me too," replied Stud, his arms wrapped around her and his chin resting on the top of her head.

Ivory felt something rubbing against her leg. Looking down, she saw that it was a gray and white kitten.

"What a cute kitty," said Ivory as she sat up.

"All my fish kept dying so I decided to try my luck with a cat, explained Stud, reaching down and picking up the cat, I call him Vlad The Impaler."

"He's adorable, said Ivory, taking the kitten and rubbing it against the side of her face. But why such a weird name"?

"I named him after a 14th century Romanian prince named Vlad Dracul, explained Stud. He got the name Vlad the Impaler because he liked to jam pointed sticks up people and watch as the stick worked its way through the body, eventually piercing the heart, killing the person. Mike saw me reading a comic book about Dracula and told me that Bram Stoker bases Dracula on Vlad the Impaler. I thought it was a cute name for a cat."

"Okay," said Ivory as she returned the cat to the floor.

"Are you hungry"? asked Stud, buttoning his jeans and fixing his shirt.

"A little," admitted Ivory.

"Lets go down to the Seven-Eleven and I'll buy you a chili dog," suggested Stud.

"Sounds good," laughed Ivory, taking his hand.