Can’t we all just get along?

Heather/Jambrea

Discord/Kensana

Brighid/Cindy

Brighid: [adjusting a Cat woman outfit in front of the mirror] So what do you think, Jacks?
 Cindy: That I’m terribly jealous. You look so good in that outfit! What’s the occasion?
 Brighid: Don’t hate me because I’m beautiful! And it’s for the Wicked and Wild Halloween Bash.
 Cindy: OMG, that’s Friday, isn’t it? I haven’t decided on a costume. Maybe a witch…
 Brighid: That’s not a costume for you, darling.
 Cindy: Ha ha ha, funny. Any ideas from the rest of you guys? Heather, Gideon, what are you guys going to wear?

Heather:  I was thinking something naughty.  *giggle* 

Jambrea:  Just how naughty were you thinking Heather?  And Brig, you look FABULOUS! 

Heather:  I don’t know, but just look how naughty Brig looks.  I love it.  I’ll have to think on it a little more.  I can never decided.

Jambrea:  *under her breath*  I know.

Heather:  What was that?

Jambrea: Nothing, nothing.  How about a naughty nurse?

Heather:  Hmmm…I don’t know.  Maybe a naughty devil.  I’ve always wanted horns like Simi. 

Jambrea:  Maybe you should tell them who Simi is.

Heather:  Everybody should know Simi.  She is Ash’s daughter. 

Jambrea:  Not everybody…

Heather:  That’s it…I’m going as Simi!

Jambrea:  I’m sure Sherrilyn Kenyon would be honored.  We should send her pictures.

Heather:  Do you think Simi will come play with us?

Jambrea:  I don’t know Heather.  She is kind of busy.  We can ask.  Gideon, what about you? 

Kensana: As usual you look absolutely fabulous. I’m sorry to say Gideon had some family business on Olympus to take care of but, his Aunt Discord came down to visit today.

Discord: Yes, yes I’m here, but if you ask me, cat suits should be worn by cats and the meek should tread only where they real cats do not play.

Kensana: Discord! You said you’d be nice.

Discord: I am being nice. I called no names, did I?

Kensana: [exhales and rolls eyes] I guess I should be thankful for that. I don’t see how in the world Gideon is related to you. [mumbles] Thank God for the angelic strain.

Discord: [glaring at Kensana] What did you say mortal?

Kensana: Nothing,  nothing. I haven’t decided on a costume yet ladies.

Discord: If you wish, I could change your appearance permanently. [laughs wickedly]

Kensana: [clears throat] Hopefully Gideon won’t be gone long. I’m concerned, very concerned.

Brighid: Yes, I do hope all is good with beautiful Gideon. He didn’t even mention he was leaving. But I’m happy to watch your back until he returns.

Long time no see, Discord. Unfortunately, not long enough. Harm a hair on our precious Kensana’s head and you’ll wish this cat didn’t have claws. Is that clear?

Cindy: Oh snap!

Discord: Ah Brighid darling, I thought I smelled drunken whore. I’d mind that tongue of yours if I were you, cats can be declawed. [waves of lightning cracks from her fingertips]

Kensana: Oh my damn. Something tells me a catfight between goddesses isn’t pretty. Brea, Cindy, Heather we may need to seek shelter.

Heather:  I thought we were talking of costumes. I guess when a name fits it fits.  I do hope Gideon won’t be gone long.  I miss him.

Brighid: No need, darlings. Discord knows better. She couldn’t best me if I had were passed out at her feet. I’m the mother goddess of Ireland and I’ve been sainted by the Christians. How’s that defunct religion, Discordianism, working out for you, love?

Cindy: Now, Brig, it’s not polite to brag. I think it’s time we all simmer down a bit. We just need a little peace, love, and harmony.

Brighid: Oh that’s right! We could us a little harmony. Shall I summon Harmonia, Discord or do you think you can play nice on your own?

Discord: Nothing wrong with a little chaos my dear Brig. The religion is find, just not for the faint of heart I’m afraid.

Kensana: Cindy’s right we all just need to settle down.

Discord: Nonsense! Summon my niece if you wish, I’m curious to see how my brother will feel about that.

Kensana: Ladies there’s really no need to bring Harmonia and Ares into this. We really don’t need to bring Ares into this. Oh God I miss Gideon.

Jambrea:  I agree ladies.  We need to settle down.  Kensi, when will Gideon be back and how long will you have to deal…um…I mean how long with Discord be with you?

Heather:  *pout* Can we call Gideon back?  At least he was fun.

Kensana: [whispers] I’ve tried summoning him, he’s not answering. He must still be with Zeus.

Discord: Listen Fae, you just sit back and be quiet. Grown-up goddesses are talking.

Brighid: Don’t you dare talk to Heather like that, you silly cow. And you know, I thought fat goddesses were supposed to be jolly. I suppose you’ve proven that myth wrong, ey, Discord? Summon whomever you like. You Greeks aren’t the only ones with a pantheon at the ready. Dagda, Balor, and Badb are more than willing to make an appearance.

 

Discord: Did you just call me fat? That’s it, I’ve had enough. Oh it is so on you Irish bitch!

 

Cindy [runs up, huffing and puffing]: I brought someone to make a little peace. Bacchus, can you intervene before these two kill each other and perhaps the rest of us?

 

Bacchus: Ladies, lovely, lovely, ladies. [hands them each a drink] let’s toast to making love, not war. We’re all friends here. There’s no need to declare a divine war. Now come on. Bottom’s up. And then I’ll see about getting both your bottoms up. [laughs at his own joke]

 

Brighid: [downs drink in one gulp] I was just defending Kensi, but if the moody cow over there drops it, I’ll drop it too. But just because you asked, Bacchus.

 

Bacchus: I am forever in your debt, my lovely goddess. And you, Discord, how about a little truce, hmmm? 

 

Discord:  [polishes the drink and tosses the glass] I never intended to hurt her. Gideon would have my head. If the drunken slut can call a truce then I guess I can. Bacchus it’s been a while, why don’t we go somewhere quiet and catch up on old times.

 

Kensana: Oh Cindy thanks for that. Thank God, those two didn’t start throwing blows. There wouldn’t have been anything for Gideon to come home too.