Part 2

As Dor made her way back through Julia's woods to campus she realized she was being followed. She knew it wasn't Aragorn, for he was silent in the woods and she knew it wasn't an orc, for they were loud in the woods. She spun around quickly, a spell on the tip of her tongue, to see a big black dog. A very big black dog.

"PADFOOT!" She exclaimed happily.

The Newfoundland wagged his tail and padded over to her and licked her hand.

"None of that, Sirius," the Librarian reprimanded as the dog suddenly transfigured into a tall lanky man with longish black hair.

"You never used to mind my tongue on your body."

"I'm betrothed!"

"Lupin owled me! I must admit I thought he was joking. He also said you have a harem."

"It's not really a harem...it's just..."

Sirius laughed. "A group of men that do your bidding, right? You were voted most likely to be *in* a harem at school."

"I was in your harem at school, wasn't I?"

"It wasn't a harem, it was just a gaggle of giggling girls that followed me about."

"I did not giggle!"

"You giggled. I'll bet I could still make you giggle."

"Sorry, Sirius, I think my harem is full."

Sirius laughed, "So, your fiance doesn't mind that his betrothed has a harem?"

"Well, Dande keeps telling him he can be First Husband, but I don't think he's very
comforted by that. He's not actually to keen on the whole marriage thing. It's kind of
cruel way of torturing him actually."

Sirius shook his head. "You haven't changed, Dor. Still playing dangerous games. So, tell me about this uneager fiance."

"He lies, cheats and steals."

"Sounds like you've found your soulmate, Dor."

Dor playfully smacked Sirius' chest. "I think you might be right," she answered with a smile, but then she turned more serious, "But how do I break the news to the rest of my harem? Not to mention my betrothed?"

Sirius Black chuckled in a low pitched, amused way. "I don't know, but my money is on 'Spell 'em First, Ask 'em Questions Later, Dor'. I'm sure you'll find a way."

Dor smiled and hugged the wizard close. "You always had faith in me, Sirius. Even when I was blowing up stuff at Hogwarts."

"Those are some of my fondest memories!" Sirius laughed. "And, just because you stole my heart those long years ago....," he waxed poetically.

Dor giggled at his playful exaggeration.

"See, I told you I could still make you giggle. I promise, if...I mean, *when* you actually get married, I'll Spell up your Library to keep it in one piece."

"Padfoot, I love you!" Dor gushed as she hugged him close. "A Self-Righting Library! And I don't even have to risk trying Wench Magic to accomplish it! That is so thoughtful!"

~*~

"I don't have time for this today, Commo; I've got a full schedule."

Knock, knock.

"See, there's Cal now. I can't really help with your plans for a hostile takeover of Restoration Hardware. I'm sorry they wouldn't give you what you wanted."

Commo raised a hand to make a proclamation.

"But do you remember how we talked about you PAYING for your purchases? Just because you like something doesn't mean you can have it."

Commo opened his mouth to speak.

"I know the store is in Estrogen County, but that doesn't mean that it's yours."

"Dearest-"

"Now, go play golf."

"But-"

"Commo. Golf." Laure pointed to the door. Commo trudged to it and opened it just as the Nurse shoved Cal out of the way and walked in. Commo sulked out. Darry walked to the desk.

"Here." She held out her Louis Vittion handbag.

"Thanks." Laure grabbed the strap.

"No, idiot. Put some money in it."

"Why?" Laure looked confused and pissed off. Typical HSU response.

"Dor's getting married. Bachelorette party. Donate."

"Oh yeah." The Mediator sighed and reached for her little sequined purse.

"Hurry up. Gotta get back to Ci- the Clinic." Darry tapped her foot.

"Yeah, yeah. Here." Laure dropped two quarters into the seven hundred dollar bag.

~*~

Meanwhile, back at the cottage, our heroes had moved into the Wench Kitchen and were sitting around the table.

"Now, lets just go over this again, slowly." The King of Telos said, cautiously taking a cup of tea from Dande. "Where the Sith Hell have you been all these years Xanatos! And," He gestured towards the Wench and the Mastah, "who are these people?"

"Well, it's a long story, but to cut to the chase, I was a Jedi for a while, then I went into business."

QGJ practically spewed his tea at that statement.

Xani shot the Master a look. "WHAT?"

The Master shook his head and said nothing as he mopped his tea up from the table.

"This must be very confusing for you." Dande smiled soothingly as she handed Monsieur Du Crion a plate of cookies.''

"And...These....People?" He asked Xani again.

"Well, he is...Was..My Master when I was a Jedi." Xani began.

"I see. And who is she?" The King's tone was getting a bit imperious and rude.

"I see where you get it from now, Xani." The Master observed with a sly grin.

"Xanatos! I said, who is this woman?"

QGJ bristled a bit at the tone. "That *woman* is.."

"My wife."

"My Mother."

The two Jedi answered simultaneously.

"She's who?" King Du Crion demanded.

"Xani, don't be rude, introduce your mother to your father." The Master smirked.

"Yes Xani, be a good son and introduce me to him." Dande agreed.

Unfortunately for the King, this sort of logic only seems clear to those who inhabit the HSU grounds and all it did was further Telos agitation.

"That *Wench* is not your mother!" The King exclaimed.

"Don't talk about her like that!" Xani said defensively.

"My wife is a fine Wench!" The Master added, quite sternly.

"But she's not your mother!" The King shouted in frustration.

"Are you implying I don't know who my mother is?" Xani shot back. "I'm legitimate!"

"Let's all begin again." QGJ suggested, but was ignored.

"Xanatos Du Crion, I say for the last time, THAT IS NOT YOUR MOTHER."

Dande began to sniffle.

"How dare you finally show up after all these years, and the first thing you do is make mom cry!" Xani shouted.

"Now, lets all just try to calm down......." Jinn began, only to go unheeded once again.

"Stop sniveling!" The King bellowed at Dande.

"You will NOT speak to my wife like that!" QGJ said with steel in his voice.

"Your wife?" Du Crion sneered. He turned to Dande and hissed; "How long did it take you after you thought I was dead to shack up with this hippie!? A day? A week?"

"DAD!" Xani shouted.

"WHAT??" QGJ and Du Crion answered together, then stared at each other menacingly.

"Ok, everybody just calm down a minute." Dande interjected. She looked at the King and smiled the sort of Wench smile reserved for nutters and dangerous personages. Drawing a deep breath, she began to explain this very simple concept in small words.

"I was never your wife, I've never met you. He's just my son. You see?"

Dande honestly thought this was a very clear explanation.

QGJ smiled and shook his head at all the dysfunction. "Why did I ever leave the Order?" He mused aloud.

"To steal my wife! That's why! You Jedi are a randy bunch......."

"Enough!" Xani yelled. "Dande just told you, she was never your wife!"

"Were you my mistress?" Du Crion asked, looking nervous. "Because if you were, I don't want my wife to know...My wife! Oh God, my wife. Is she alive? Does she know I'm alive? Because if she doesn't, I'd like to just keep it that way......You understand."

~*~

"What are you doing *here!*" Emmy demanded, scaring the Mahout nearly out of his skin.

"Well, you see, His Most Exalted Majesty grew concerned that his concubines had not yet arrived." He stammered.

"Oh, he did?" Emmy asked, her fury mounting. "And just what made him decide to park *this?* on campus?" Emmy asked, motioning towards the huge, smelly elephant that was the King's favorite form of transportation. "No, no wait, let me rephrase," She said, drawing a breath. "What makes you think you can just park this *elephant* RIGHT IN FRONT OF THE ADMIN BUILDING!"

Screwing up all his courage, the Mahout finally thought of a reasonable way out of this constant state of tension between the Troubled English Woman and His Supreme Majesty. Looking at the Diva, he replied, "I just drive the thing. Take it up with His Majesty."

"Fine! I'll just do that." She muttered. "Here, carry these." She added, handing the Mahout her shopping bags from today's trip to the Estrogen County Shopping Complex.

The Mahout sighed and took the packages. At least she wasn't angry at him anymore.

"So, where is His Royal PJ Wearing Majesty?"

"He came to see you, M'am Sab."

"What?"

"He came to see you." The Mahout said again as he struggled with the packages. "He said he would go to see the Troubled English Woman to find out about his concubines. He said as first wife of the General, you were in charge of all of your Master's lands and property."

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever." Emmy muttered as she opened the door to her office, only to freeze in disbelief at the sight in front of her.

The Mahout, who couldn't see over the stack of packages, walked right into her back and fell backwards onto the floor, sending the shopping bags flying everywhere.

"What are you doing?" Emmy asked menacingly as she stared at the Barefoot King of Siam, sitting in her Global Domination Chair (tm).

"Oh, so good to see you, English Woman!" The King remarked, smiling. "It is a puzzlement, my concubines have not yet arrived. This is not good for the Royal Disposition."

"What. Are. You. Doing. In. My. Chair?" The Diva ground out slowly.

"Is most superior chair. We were searching information records for purchase order for Our concubines. Tell me, small woman, does your Master know you have his chair?"

"Did you really just use the royal we?" Emmy asked, her mind totally unable to keep up with the outrageousness of the situation. "And it's MY chair!"

"Ah, your Master is generous with you. 'Tis showing his appreciation for your work. You are honored with such a position. He is most magnanimous Lord and Master."

Emmy began to count backwards form ten. This was Dor and Dande's fault, no doubt. They were the two geniuses that brought this maniac to campus to begin with. "Get. Out. Of. MY. Chair. NOW!"

"Ah ah ah!" The King said, smiling softly and wagging one finger at the Diva. "You forget, English Woman, I have not insisted you kneel. I have shown you much respect today."

"Is that what you call it?"

The Mahout hid behind the door.

The King, oblivious to the situation, finished typing on the keyboard and stood up. "Most extraordinary. Did you know that one can purchase an elephant through this computer?"

"An......Elephant? ANOTHER ONE?" Emmy stammered.

"Yes, most amazing. And you needn't worry about my concubines any longer. Have found my own through side panel of most worthy chair."

"Whaaaaaaa?" Emmy asked in disbelief. There was no way this was happening. It must be some sort of dream sequence or something.

"Yes, in side of chair, there is connection to 'Offworld Corporation.' They were most cooperative and hospitable. Placed order for twenty concubines to be delivered in two days time."

"Ok, first of all, you are NOT *buying* women and bringing them to campus. And no more elephants either!" Emmy growled as she pushed past His Highness and punched keys frantically, canceling the slave and animal order from Offworld.

The King scowled. "We are seriously displeased. I will take this up with your Master."

"Sure. Fine. Whatever. He's through that door." She said, pointing across the hall. "And second, *how* do you and Dande know more about the buttons on my chair than I do!"

"You distress me, Sir. I will talk to your Master now." With that, King Mongkut turned on his bare heel, and strode his silk pajama-esqe clad arse across the hall.

"And don't call me Sir!"

"Your Master, *Sir* I will speak with him." The King called back over his shoulder as he entered The General's outer office.

"You're Kenobi's problem now." Emmy grinned as she began disinfecting her Global Domination Chair for the fourth time. "People really need to stop messing with my chair!"

~*~

"Ah, you are kneeling, good!" The King said to Kendra as he strode across the office. "Is most disturbing, the behavior of concubines here."

Kendra looked up in disbelief from the floor behind her desk. "What? I was fixing the cord to my CPU. Who the frack are you?" She asked in disbelief.

With a dismissive wave of his hand, The King moved past her. "Do not trouble yourself with announcing me. I am going to see King Kenobi. I will make sure to tell him that his bathing girl showed the proper respect. You have pleased me."

Kendra reached for the Spectacular Spectacular Stapler as the King pounded on the General's door.

"What's all the commotion?" Obi Wan asked when the shouting drew him from his office.

"I have come to see you about your First Wife! She is most difficult."

"Yes, well, you could say that. I prefer to look at it as something of a challenge." He said with a grin. "Why don't you come in and have a seat, Your Majesty." Taking in the scene, he looked at Kendra. "Put down the staplah Kendra Dear." He said with a wink.

Kendra muttered and slumped into her chair. "He never lets me have any fun!"

~*~

"Ohhh! Shoe convention!" I think this needs to go under 'Outside Conferences' in the billing paper work." Emmy happily began making a reservation as she munched on pomodoro while sitting in her chair, surfing the net.

"Emmy deah. What are you doing?" The General asked from the doorway.

"Ummm......Working!" Emmy began shifting papers on her desk and looking harried. "You see all this work I have? I even have to eat lunch at my desk! You see how hard I work around here?"

"Emmy Dahling, that chair made the pasta, didn't it?" He asked with a cocked brow.

Emmy looked guilty.

"And what I mean is, you cahn't schedule yourself for that shoe convention."

Emmy shot him a look.

Sighing, the General relented. "Ok. You cahn't shed-ule yourself for that - Important Outside Conference."

"Why not?" Emmy jutted her lip out in full on, Ho pout.

"Because love, that is the same day as Dorotea's wedding."

"Oh. That."

"Yes, That." The General said with a smirk.

"Well, whatever. She'll just have to postpone." Emmy said as she put in the last four numbers of her reservation confirmation and prepared to hit "Enter."

"Emmy......."

"Oh What?" She pouted as she slumped back in the chair, canceling the transaction.

"Thhahts bettah. Thank you."

Emmy shrugged.

"The King said you were most discourteous..." He began with mock seriousness.

"Oh yeah? And just whaddaya gonna do about it, Big Jedi Man...." Emmy said with a nawtay smirk.

"Well, I'm not sure....I suppose I shall have to confiscate your Global Dominatrix Chah for the time being."

"That's Global DOMINATION Chair. And it's not going anywhere."

"Oh, is it? I thought it was a Dominatrix Chah." He said with a very nawtay look.

"What's it to ya anyway? Are you saying you're interested?" She asked as she leaned seductively over her desk, eyeing the General.

"Oh, yes. As Jedi, I'm always...up...for new experiences. So you're sure, it's a Domination chah, and not a Dominatrix chah."

Emmy cocked a brow. "Is there a difference?"

"Oh, most certainly." The general smiled as he stalked closer. "With a Domination Chah, One nevah knows who will do the dominating. With a Dominatrix Chah, it's rathah implied, Sir."

"Well, then, you just have to ask yourself..." Emmy purred. "Do you feel lucky?"

"Eithah way, I win." He growled, just before he pounced.

~*~

"Ow! Hey, watch it!" Dande hissed as she jerked away from the source of the pain.

"It's just a pin prick Dande, relax." Donna said. "Besides, I would never have stuck you at all if you weren't so fidgety!"

Dande speed- talked, shaking her head and sending masses of hair flying right into Donna's face as she tried to pin the sleeves of the 'Matron of Honor' dress she was making for Dande. "I know. It's just I'm sort of the unofficial 'Dor babysitter' for this whole wedding deal. It's a big job you know! I've had to practically mainline espresso to keep up with her."

"Easy there, Wenchie. Don't blind me! Now, do you want these sleeves on the shoulder, or off?"

"Hmmm." Dande muttered as she looked in the full length mirror at her reflection. "How about off. You know, like a straight line across the chest and arms."

"Gotcha. Figured you'd go that route. It's the Wench Way."

"Is this dress too Wenchy?" Dande asked in sudden, caffeine induced alarm.

"Dande, you *are* a Wench. Relax. The dress is fine.........Don't you like it??" Donna asked, her Wench whatevers now in an uproar.

"I love it!" Dande assured her "But you know, everything has to be perfect for Dor's wedding."

Donna raised an eyebrow. "Perfect? This ain't Ozzy and Harriet, you know."

"Well, maybe that was a poor choice of words on my part." Dande agreed as she looked at the beaded appliques on the hem of the black moire taffeta cocktail dress Donna had expertly sewn for her. "Donna, this dress is a beauty. Did you hand bead this trim?"

"I beg your pardon! I'm a powerful Wench, remember. Of course not! That would have taken months!" She giggled. "I got it through my special connections in Paris."

Dande was suitably impressed. "Do you think the length is right?"

"Looks perfect. If you go any longer, you'll look frumpy."

Dande gasped in horror.

"If you go any shorter, you'll look like Ally McBeal. So I say we're good to go. But, moire taffeta isn't exactly Goth, is it?" Donna asked dubiously.

Dande sighed. "Well, it's black.....And moire *kinda* rhymes with "morte" which means death in French." Dande tried hard to make a connection. "I thought of the PVC, and you know, I *think* Da Mastah got a bit jiggy wit the thought, but then I remembered the summer heat. So *then* I thought of leather, but you know....I'd feel like Jane in a leather dress....."

Donna nodded and tried to stay with the Wench on this ramble. "Dande, you seem a bit......Vague lately. Are you feeling all right?"

"Vague? What do you mean?" Dande asked a bit nervously as she popped a chocolate in her mouth.

"Nothing, relax. And why not go easy on that coffee? Hmm?" Donna suggested.

Dande nodded and tried to stop shaking.

"Ok, suck it in, I'm going to fit the waist now."

"Suck what in?" Dande demanded through a mouthful of chocolates. "Are you saying I have something to suck in?"

"Dande, it's just an expression."

Dande was getting a bit manic. "Next you'll tell me I have wrinkles. Maybe I'm getting saggy! I suppose the Master has noticed too! Maybe he's calling the Wench Academy right now, looking for a younger Wench!"

"Dande! What the FRACK has gotten into you?" Donna interjected. "You sound like Dor!"

"Dammit! I knew it!" Dande hissed as she stomped her dainty foot. "All this buzzing and bonding and cappuccino has opened the Wench/Wo link! She's bleeding through! Damn unpredictable Wos!" Dande muttered as she ran her hands through her hair.

"Dande, you're a Wench on the edge, take a breath!" Donna instructed sternly.

"I'm sorry, Doll. I just haven't slept in, oh I don't know......A week? Two? And Dor is sending me her whatever vibes more and more as the day gets closer!"

Donna suddenly noticed the condition of Dande's eyes.

"Dande, I hate to be the one to break this to you, but....Puff? You're puffy."

"Oh my GWAD!" Dande freaked. "That NEVER happens to a Wench!" She cried as she rubbed under her eyes in disbelief. Looking at Donna with panic in her eyes, she said," "*Don't* tell the Wench Council! I'd be finished! Finished I tell you! Finished!"

Then, she passed out. Luckily for Dande, the step stool she stood on for the fitting was located directly in front of a rather plushly couch. "Ohhhh, comfy!" Dande muttered as she faded to black.

"Dande! Are you ok? Is there anything I can do?" Donna asked, nervously.

"Must sleep......Can't stay awake..." Dande drifted off again.

Donna sat on the tufted stool. "Oh, Bloody Hell." She exhaled.

Dande suddenly sat bolt upright and grabbed Donna's arm "DOROTEA!"

"FOOKING SITH HELLS!" Donna shouted as the Wench scared the life out of her. "What? What about her?" She demanded.

Falling backwards to the couch once more, Dande's voice trailed off sleepily. "You must watch her........The mantle falls to you until I wake up......"

"Fucking A!" Donna muttered, heading for the coffee maker.

"Yes.......," Dande murmured.

"Won't she just shaddup and pass out already?" Donna thought to herself.

"You must Watch......Be the Guardian, until I wake....."

Donna gasped. "Me, a watcher? For *Dor*?" Donna thought this over as she ground the coffee beans. "RUPERT! HELP!" She screamed.

"Donna love, What is it?" The attractively confused Brit asked as he poked his head into the kitchen, alarmed by all the screaming.

"Wench business." Donna muttered. "It seems I'm in charge of Dor for a bit." She was trying to make it sound positive.

"Blast!" Rupert said with a shake of his head.

"Is there anything you can do?" Donna asked in alarm as she nodded towards Dande.

"Why yes, hold on a moment." Giles said as he crossed the room and picked up the phone.

"Qui? It's Rupert. I've got your Wench here. Hate to tell you, Old bean, but it seems she's gone a bit round the bend. So sorry.......Yes, she's quite all right now, she's popped off......Yes, you're right. It's quite nice when they're sleeping. Right-O, she can stay here until she wakes up. Are we still on for Poker tonight then? Good, I"ll be around at seven."

Donna rolled her eyes. "Big help you are!" She muttered.

"I try." Giles said with a grin as he started to pick up the passed out Wench.

"What are you doing!" Donna gasped in horror.

"Moving her love, I was going to put her in the guest room, why?"

"Don't move her! You CAN'T move her! I've got her all pinned!"

"Oh, good Lord!" Giles muttered under his breath as he plopped the Wench back down on the sofa.

Across campus, Dor suddenly jumped up from her seat in Laure's office, where they were going over the music selections. Well, Dor was on a jag about the choices, Laure was chewing aspirin and looking at the clock.

"OH MY FREAKING CRAP! IS SHE SLEEPING? SHE CAN'T SLEEP! THE POD PEOPLE WILL GET HER!"

Then Dor passed out.

"Oh, that's better!" Laure said happily as she picked up the phone. "Kendra? This is Laure, I can make that riding date with the General after all. Dor's passed out!...Yes! I thought that was nice too...Ok, tell him to meet me at the stables in ten minutes. Oh, and he should have his fawn colored breeches on.......And hey, make sure he's got the black dress boots too."

"Giddy Up." Laure smiled to herself as she stepped over Dorotea on her way out the door.

~*~

That evening the pub was buzzing with activity. There was the usual poker game with Max, the General, Qui, Giles and Logan going on in one corner. On the other side of the pub, Judy was working non-stop with an extra-large chalk board that was installed especially for all the Dor/Xani wedding betting activity.

The Bartender was currently erasing and rewriting the odds. "Okay, since Dor has passed out, the odds that the wedding gets canceled before the ceremony have gone up to 7 to 5. And the odds on Xani skipping the planet before the ceremony have increased to 2 to 5."

"Sucker bet." Qui murmured. "It's not gonna happen."

Logan snorted, "Did you lock him in a closet?"

"It hasn't come to that, has it?" Giles asked as he rearranged the cards in his hand. "Because if it has, that's going to change my pre-wedding handicapping."

"If Xani tries to leave, we'll know through our Force connection," The General noted, wrinkling his brow at his hand -- a pair of 2's!

"Where is the Dark Wizard?" Max asked, trying to keep his poker face on despite having a Royal Flush.

"Playing with Lasher and Draco." Qui said, trying to not grin too happily at the thought of Xani being chased across campus and dodging fireballs. "They won't let him go further than up a tree."

Just then a group of Ho's entered the pub. "What's the latest on the bets?" Ellie asked as she came in and sat at the bar with JenJen, Ky and Kendra.

Judy passed out coasters and answered, "Well, they've all changed since Dor passed out. Have you heard anything new?"

"Nope, she's still sleeping," JenJen said. "Aragorn moved her to the Library, but she hasn't woken up except to scream gibberish about pod people and how coffee beans are Gods and we should sacrifice the chickens to them."

"Damn," Kendra said, "I bet that she wouldn't go nuts until the wedding day!"

"Tough break." Indy muttered to the Water Ho. "Hey, Judy Doll, what's the current odds on Dor drowning Xan?"

Ellie shook her head, "I bet that Xani would have mindtricked Dor into canceling the wedding by now."

JenJen smiled secretively. "I don't think he wants out of the wedding."

All the Ho's turned their attention to Jen, after all she had firsthand knowledge that could help them with their betting. "What do you know?" Judy asked seriously.

JenJen shrugged. "He talked about the wedding without fainting last week. AND....if he really wanted to call it off he could -- Dor can't say no to him. They carry on like they can barely stand to be in the same room together, but underneath, it has to be true love."

"Or insanity," Ellie laughed.

"Or both." Logan offered over his hand. "Piss poor cards. I fold."

"They're just scared to admit how much they love each other," Jen said sagely.

All the Ho's rolled their eyes and threw blank betting slips at the Power Tool Ho.

Judy snorted, "I think they're going to kill each other before or the day of the wedding."

Shana, who had overheard the last part of the conversation as she approached the bar for a refill on chips and coffee, said, "I know if they take any more of *my* roses, I'm gonna kill both of them!"

"Oh, I'll take odds on that!" The General commented, holding up a twenty.

"Easy there Kenobi, you know the rules." Judy drawled, trying to sound tough while he smirked at her. "You'll have to wait for the next tic on the tote board."

"Oh, yes Mastah." He answered with a wink.

Dor burst into the pub, Donna right behind her. "YOU'RE ALL POD PEOPLE! I KNOW YOU ARE! I have the BIG SPELL BOOK!" Dor screamed as held up a 'Gothic UnModern Bride' magazine.

"She woke up and just took off," Donna said frantically to Giles, "I couldn't stop her!"

Giles nodded at his fiancee as he and Qui stood up and cautiously moved toward Dor.

"BACK!" Dor screamed. "Just give me the coffee beans and no one will get hurt! You should all bow down to the Greatness that is Caffeine!"

Giles and Qui exchanged a look. "Do you still have that straightjacket?" Qui whispered at the General.

Dande suddenly rushed into the pub. "It's okay, Dor, I'm awake! I'm awake! And lookie look, I'm drinking coffee! See??" Dande made a huge fake smile took a swig of coffee, but the crazed look didn't leave Dor's face.

"The pod people have you too!" Dor shouted.

Judy held up her bat. "ENOUGH!" She shouted. "I will not have this kind of disturbance in my bar! It's bound to end with water marks on my bar top. Or blood on my woodplank floor," Judy approached the Librarian. "Here Dor, this is the Magic Potion the Great Coffee Beans left for you," Judy said in a calming voice as she handed the Librarian a bottle of Maker's Mark.

Dor looked suspiciously at the Bartender. "The Great Coffee Beans left this for me?" She asked, shifting her eyes around a lot.

Judy nodded. "Yes, they said you must drink it to worship them properly."

Dor took the bottle and opened the red wax seal. "Okay, then," she said as she took a drink.

Almost immediately the frantic, crazed look left her eyes. Dor closed her eyes and savored the Maker's, then hugged the bottle. "I've missed you so much, my love," she said, then she turned to Dande and Donna, "Okay, Wenches, we have work to do! We don't even have my veil done yet!"

Donna and Dande exchanged exhausted looks.

Dor gave an exasperated sigh. "Oh, fine. We'll start again in the morning! I'm going to go online and check possible honeymoon spots," she said as turned and rushed out of the Library.

"There is no way that Wo is going to last until the wedding," Tara said as she glittered the General while the men started a new hand of poker. "Of course, Maker's is like blood to her."

"Blood? Where's the blood?" Spike asked from the dart game he was playing with Laure. Laure just shook her head and sipped her Long Island Tea. Kymira took the opportunity to take her "shot" in the game, and nailed the distracted Vampire in the arse with her dart.

"BLOODY HELL!" Spike growled. "Thot's it. Chip or no Chip. C'mere ducky. I got a little spot of something here for you......."

"Spike....." Giles warned.

"Blast."

Judy went excitedly to the board. "Okay, Dor's awake and is back to mainlining Maker's, this changes all the odds again! Giles! I want you to cover the foreign currency exchange!"

"Yes M'am!" The Watcher joked as he pulled out a ledger book. "Ok Gents, I'll give you the going rate on a pound sterling, but I'm afraid Mongkut's drachma's are going to have a bit of a knock off at the counter. Oh, and Judy, I'd like to place a wager. No wedding at all, just a randy bunny spell."

"Got you down there, Tweed man. Now, Plaaaaaaaaaaaace your bets!" Judy called out like the pit boss she was.

With that news the pub erupted in calls for changes in their bets.

Donna and Dande grabbed humongo adrenealized coffee to go and prepared to corral Dor.

"Have fun betting Dear." Dande smiled at Da Mastah. "But no fair calling me for sneaky updates on the Wo side of the Wedding bet angle!"

"You never let me have any fun." QGJ said with a fake pout.

Donna gave Giles a kiss on the cheek. "Randy Bunny Spell?" She asked, grinning.

Giles winked. "Donna love, as an experienced Watcher, I would suggest you get going and actually *watch* your charge. Leave the betting to me," he smirked.

"Sure thing, Randy Bunny Man." Donna giggled as she and Dande made off after the substance challenged Librarian.