The Incredible Indelible Origin Story of Yawk

Part III - Serena's moonlight encounter at a masquerade ball, and, wait a minute, who said monkeys can't talk?

Written by Johnny Speedcakes | Monte Carlo, Monaco | April 1, 2022

As Pee Brett was grinding with his Japanese mistress at a dance club on Jupiter, Serena was hastily going for the French doors which led back to the candlelit merriment of the ballroom. Bradley desperately placed his hand on Serena's shoulder and he pleaded.

"Baaaabe! Please, I screwed up! I'm sorry! I made a mistake!"

"You call that a mistake?!?"

"Babe, we shot Hangover 3. Hello? Babe, it was epic! It consumed me. Babe, I wasn't myself. Babe!"

Bradley's mind spun through all the available chambers in the revolver and fired everything that was there.

"I should have reached out to you. I needed help. I was wrong. But I'm here to make it right. Babe!"

Serena paused in opening the door for a moment. Oh yes, Bradley said to himself. Yes, yes, yes! Keep firing everything you got.

"I never forgot about you or how amazing you are. Never! Not for an instant."

"Never in all the years that you didn't talk to me did you forget me? Oh, how sweet."

"I got focused on the wrong things, babe. I get led astray by Phil [Bradley's lead character in The Hangover]. He consumed me. But I'll never let that happen again. I know what's important to me. I know what I need to place value on in life - the important things, the important people."

Serena took her hand off the brass door handle.

"Let's talk, just for a moment, and enjoy some fresh air on this wonderful night," Bradley coaxed.

He spotted a few lingering bottles of deep jade champagne lingering on a table to the side of the door.

"Here. Let me get us some champagne."

Bradley prepared two flutes of glistening French wonderment and led Serena slightly down the colonnade overlooking a moonlit garden of mazes, ornate shrubbery, and stoic, ashen statues of Greek demi-gods and goddesses. Merrymakers in the shadows periodically set off fireworks, the sounds of drunken laughter and occasional breaking glass echoing throughout the shadows in soft volleys. Bradley held up his glass to Serena's.

"To the most enchanting woman anywhere."

"Oh, please," Serena spat as she stared at Bradley coldly.

They clicked glasses together, Serena dispassionately so. Bradley, on the other hand, fired down a good hit and stared off into the high heavens as he let out a wolf's howl.

"I love good champagne!"

"Bradley, the champagne is flat and it isn't 10 degrees celsius either," Serena said flatly.

Serena waved her hand over her glass. A plume of golden and silver sparkles and pixie dust fluttered about.

"There," Serena said. "Now try."

Serena had chilled the contents of both glasses to 10 degrees celsius and reinvigorated them both with fresh, bubbly carbonation. Also, although her glass remained a 1959 Dom Pérignon, she had changed Bradley's to a 2019 Cook's Sparkling Wine.

"Serena, that is so good! You have such a talent for making people feel special!" Bradley exclaimed. "Wow! Best champagne ever!"

"Mmm-hmm," Serena said, sipping her glass of elegantly chilled vintage.

"Really, I mean it. You have no idea how special I feel right now. I feel like I'm the luckiest man on the earth."

"Oh, stop it. You've been talking like a buffoon all night."

"But Serena, seriously, I really have to tell you something. Something important. Actually, it's less about telling, and more about showing."

"Showing? What are you going to show me?"

Serena could see the solemn intent in Bradley's face. It was burning in his sapphire eyes like two torches.

"Serena, I made a tattoo for you and I placed it here..."

Bradley began undoing his white bow tie and loosening his collar.

"...on my heart, Serena."

"Have you totally lost your mind?" Serena asked in bewilderment.

Bradley continued his disrobing, his eyes locked onto Serena's.

"Bradley, you're starting to freak me out."

"I went to Red Eagle Mountain, Serena. I went there for a vision quest."

He undid the buttons of his dress shirt. Serena immediately noticed the aroma of alcohol sweat mixed with half a can of Axe body spray. It hit her face like a shovel.

"A vision quest? Like the time you went to Burning Man and had the idea for cheesecake burgers?"

"Burning Man was legit awesome, Serena. And cheesecake burgers definitely would have worked."

"How many did you sell? Like 8?"

"We made 8."

"Did you sell any?"

"We weren't remunerated in worldly, base, financial measures, if that's what you mean."

"You sold 0."

"The world wasn't ready. But never mind that. This experience I had on Red Eagle Mountain was way more intense. I spent three days on the mountain peak, no food, no water, freezing, shit wifi, like my ancient Lakota forbearers. I felt I was ready to die, and that's when the intense vision came to me."

He pulled back his white dress shirt to reveal a large tattoo, candy apple red and gold, emblazoned on his left pectoral muscle. It was a flying burst of full-bodied rose with two words glimmering in sunshine lemon stardust. The two words read simply: Yawk Bar.

"What the fuck?!?" Serena gasped.

"You will open a bar in Chiang Mai, Serena."

"I will?"

"You will. And you will call it Yawk."

"Yawk?" Serena thought for a moment. "Yawk?!? Holy shit! Yawk! That's the best name!"

Her eyes danced around wildly.

"No one has thought of naming his bar that before!"

"You will build it, and they will come."

"Baseball players?"

"No, customers. Thousands upon thousands of customers."

"I can see it! This is so fucking awesome!"

"Through the flames of my vision quest I saw you, Serena. You were taking care of throngs of people, making them feel warm and welcomed. There were smiling, happy, merry faces everywhere. There were hot babes in Leo uniforms. There were big screen TV's. There was a smokin' hottie in glasses making BBQ. In the middle of it all was you. You were like a goddess generating all of this joy, churning it out all through the warmth and goodness of your heart."

"So, this is the logo?" Serena asked. "It's so cool! This is perfect!"

Bradley removed his shirt completely and casually tossed it onto the ledge of the veranda with a lusty, dreamy gaze in his eyes.

"Brad, uhh..."

Serena stared at Bradley in sardonic disbelief.

"Come on. Let's go over into the bushes, babe. No one will see. It's been so long."

"Bradley, okay. Just chill for a second."

Serena gazed off into the glistening highway of moonlight dancing in the mirror pool amid the enchanted shadowy gardens. She could really see it all: a bar bustling with friends enjoying beers, laughs, football, tasty BBQ, Thai food, endless vapes and cigs, the Liverpool regalia proudly adorning the walls, the boxes of Leo and Singha piled high all around like a fortress, the table dances, wait, no, scratch that, the buckets of ice, the endless toasts.

"Let's make this a moment to remember, babe," Bradley cooed, his hands beginning to undo his belt.

"You've gotta be fucking kidding me," Serena scoffed.

She downed her remaining champagne, flung the glass off the veranda into the night, reveled in the bright sound of its shattering, and hastily moved to the French doors.

"Babe, no!" Bradley protested. "Babe! Wait!"

Serena placed her hand on the brass door handle, but then suddenly something stopped her. She had had a second thought. She realized she couldn't pass up this opportunity with Bradley, no matter how creepy it was. Quickly, holding her billowing dress up in her left hand, she stomped back over to Bradley, who was dejectedly refastening his belt.

"Oh, yes! Babe! You're back!" Bradley instantly perked up. "Okay, let's go right over there, near those statues of naked babes. These babes are gonna be in for a show."

Serena smiled warmly at Bradley and let her eyes dance in his. Adoringly, she held out her slender fingers to caress Bradley's cheek.

"Sweetie buns," Serena began.

"Yes, cuddle cookie."

"I was just wondering, did you forget to tell me something?"

"No, babe," Bradley said, moving now once again to drop his pants. "I found this kickass doctor down in Mexico. Really. I'm in the clear now. The penicillin did it's magic."

"No, monkey. Not that. You said I will open a bar. But, twinkle pants, where should I open it?"

Bradley dropped his pants to his ankles, exposing his fuchsia-colored boxers.

"Oh, right, babe. In Santitham. I saw it, right in the heart of Santitham. You know, near the roundabout."

"Santitham! Yes, of course!" Serena exclaimed.

Her eyes dropped down to view Bradley standing there in his boxers, pants around his ankles.

"Eww! Are you for real?"

Serena hastily withdrew her hand from Bradley's face and began to make off for the veranda doors. However, before she could do so in earnest, she spotted Bradley's glass of champagne on the veranda railing next to his shirt. Can't let that go to waste, she surmised in a flash. She picked up the glass, waved her hand over it to convert it into Dom Pérignon, drained it, and flung it devil-may-care off the veranda and into the moonlight. Smacking her lips, she now, finally, made for the French doors as she heard the blissful crash of glass against pebbled walkway.

"Babe!" Bradley protested. "No way, babe!"

But his cries fell on deaf ears. All Serena could see or hear or think about the bar; the bustling tables, the buxom waitresses, the screams and yells when Liverpool scored a goal, the bursting red logo with gold emblazoned "Yawk Bar" erupting out of it, the smiling rows of Sangsom bottles, the proud chorus lines of Regency, the fridges packed like sardine cans with Soju, beer, and mixers, the cha-ching cha-ching every night from the cash register, 10,000 baht, 15,000 baht, 20,000 baht. She had it. She had the dream. She knew what to do. Build Yawk. Build Yawk, and they would come.

"Babe! You can't leave me hanging like this!" Bradley protested, his arms outstretched as he waddled with his pants around his ankles impotently after Serena.

"Damn it, Bradley! Go wade into the lake and hope a catfish swims by."

"A catfish? Does that work?"

And with that Serena slammed the veranda doors shut and disappeared into the grand ballroom's elegant seas of candlelight, chiffon, and pearls, their spinning, magical currents of diamonds and champagne swirling about like cosmic mandalas whirling in the cosmos.

*****

Meanwhile, Violette and Pee Tan were careening through moonlit forest at ridiculous speed, music blasting, empty Khoyo Berry Seltzers accumulating on the floor mats. Strangely, out of the pitch darkness of night above the white hot beams of the headlights, Pee Tan saw a white speckle of cotton flutter into view as it neared the windshield before suddenly whisking off into the vapid darkness. It was followed by another. And then another. White flaky cotton confetti.

"What is this?" Pee Tan asked. "Pollen?"

"Ha!" Violette laughed. "Pollen? That's SNOW!"

"What?"

Violette lowered her window. Immediately an arctic blast of crisp, frigid air gushed into the car like a hurricane.

"Holy shit!" Pee Tan shouted. "It's fucking freezing!"

Violette laughed, drained off her seltzer, lowered her window further, and fired the empty can outside into the frigid darkness.

"I told you it would get cold," Violette laughed as she rolled her window up. "Come here."

Violette leaned over and gave Pee Tan a kiss. Promptly Pee Tan felt a rush of lugubrious warmth permeate all over his body.

"Feel better?"

"Yeah."

"Good. Now, open me another seltzer and light me a smoke. We're almost there."

Pee Tan got to work. As he did, he noticed the cotton confetti trickling down even more so, growing thicker with each moment. The road before them slowly transformed into a smooth strip of powdered sugar, the dark, moonlit forest on either side of them now dusted in sparkling confectionery delight. As Violette sped through the billowing snow-globe flurries, Pee Tan fired up a smoke, reclined back in his seat, and cracked the window a touch. The dry, biting, fresh air knifed playfully into the car. Pee Tan took a long drag and passed the cigarette over to Violette. Keeping her eyes pinned on the road like a hawk, Violette reached over, took the cigarette, and coolly sucked down a smooth hit as she expertly plunged the Porsche 918 deeper into the enchanted winter wonderland. Pee Tan basked in the invigorating northern air fluttering playfully at his cheeks and ears. He had never felt such a sensation before in his life. Violette passed the cigarette back to Pee Tan and he took a long, serene drag as he gazed out the window with intoxication.

Soon Violette pulled the Porsche into a meandering, hilly lane that led them twisting past patches of evergreen trees topped up and glimmering in snow that shimmered turquoise and pearl in the moonlight. Around a few bends and over soft, rolling hills, they soon descended down into a valley. Nestled there was a frozen lake that spread out before them like a swath of pristine wedding cake frosting hemmed in by gentle foothills and pointy schools of Christmas trees.

On the shores of this frozen lake, the Porsche slowly rolled to a halt, the fresh snow crunching beneath it's tires like walnuts thrown into a slow mixer of cookie dough.

"What's this?" Pee Tan asked in shocked amazement.

Quickly, he threw open the passenger side door and leap out into the arctic wilderness. He stood there staring at the sky in dumbstruck awe. There, twisting in ethereal tendrils through the inky canvas of night were fantastical plumes and billowing nebulae of neon lime green. They were tinged slightly in haunting whispers of tropical azure and majestic fringes of merlot. The otherworldly plumes and glimmering nebulae danced and sparkled in slow celestial ballet before a backdrop of thousands of winking diamonds cast about the velvet sea of midnight blue. On the other end of the horizon, a gigantic moon hung like a creamy spotlight casting a faint pallor of wedding veil half-light over the snowy hills and silhouetted pines.

"Amazing, right?" Violette smiled as she drew close to Pee Tan.

Violette moved into kiss an overwhelmed Pee Tan. Pee Tan's eyes dropped down to Violette as they kissed, but in an instant shot back upwards to look at the sky. Even with Violette sweetly melting into his lips, how could he keep his eyes off this sky. Impossible.

"Come on," Violette smiled. "We have everything set up over here."

Violette led Pee Tan by the hand as he continued staring upwards in trance. Around a quaint bend on the frozen lake shore and there, snuggled up between the frozen lake and the steep, wintry hills, were a petite wooden chalet dripping in twinkling white Christmas lights, a stone jacuzzi billowing steam amid the powdery snow, a blazing fire pit, and two deck chairs covered in furs and burgundy argyle fleece blankets.

"I don't want to wake up," Pee Tan said as he gazed in mystification at their resplendent northern abode.

"Sweetie cakes, no one ever wakes up," Violette assured him.

Stomping through the powdery snow, they made their way over to the two deck chairs and cozily wrapped themselves up in the fur and fleece before the hypnotic dance of the tangerine and amber flames lapping out through a bed of smooth, rounded stones.

"Drinky time?" Violette playfully suggested.

"Oh, yeah! Do we have anymore in the car?" Pee Tan asked. "I'll go get them."

"Oh, no no no," Violette said. "You'll be going nowhere."

Violette reached over to the side of her deck chair and playfully held up an elegant crystal bell.

"This is going to freak you out," Violette teased.

Ceremoniously twisting her wrist slightly back and forth, Violette chimed a magical call like Tibetan sleigh bells. Soon, Pee Tan heard a voice from behind him.

"Yes, my dear guests. How might I be of service?"

It was the grating, unmistakable, Drakkar Noir and garlic soaked Italian accent of Armando, Pee Tan's Napoleonic client from hell. How could it be? Pee Tan cocked his head instantly like a viper. Yet, there he was, smiling stupidly, Arfuckingmando.

"What? Why is he here?" Pee Tan fumed. "This has to be a mistake!"

Violette and Armando laughed heartily.

"Of course I am a here," Armando proudly announced.

"Unring the bell!" Pee Tan urged Violette. "Everything was going so perfectly."

"It's okay," Violette assured him. "You will like this."

"Yes, I am here for saying I am sorry. I have been treating you a not so good. You are working hard, so I want you to make a relax. No balloons, no the signage, we are not discussing the business."

Pee Tan screwed up his eyes as he shot them back and forth between Armando and Violette.

"I am here to serve both of you with whatever you wish," Armando continued.

"I think first Pee Tan wishes to use his new toy," Violette smiled mischievously.

"Oh, no, really...it's not necessary," Armando nervously argued.

"Oh, it's necessary, Armando. Come on now, paisan. It's part of the deal."

Violette could barely control her excitement as she revealed from her bundles of fur and fleece a small white package sparkling in gold ribbons. Smiling exuberantly, she gave it to Pee Tan.

"What in the world is this?" Pee Tan asked.

"Go on, open it!" Violette encouraged.

"No, really, you can open it later," Armando softly pleaded.

The mere fact that whatever it was made Armando uneasy had Pee Tan deliciously titillated. What could it be? Pee Tan undid the golden ribbons and ripped into the package. Inside was a red velvet box. Jewelry? A watch? Why would Armando care about that? Had Violette forced him into buying a Rolex? Pee Tan opened the ruby case and stared at its contents nonplussed.

"What is this?" he asked.

He reached into the case and held up its contents. It was a key chain with a chrome button on it, perhaps activation for an alarm.

"A car? Is this for the Porsche?" Pee Tan asked.

"Really, ladies. I can do everything as I am. I can bring you champagne, martinis, sushi, all what you want. Really. There is no need. It's a funny, but this is not necessary."

"Push the button," Violette giggled in excitement.

"What will it do?" Pee Tan asked.

"Push it!" Violette gushed in giddiness.

"Okay."

"Ladies, a please!" Armando fretted.

Pee Tan held the small device up in the air. Not knowing what in the world would happen, he pushed down on the button. He was expecting to hear the beep-beep of a car alarm engaging. Instead there was a blinding burst of light that erupted before them.

"Whoa!" Pee Tan reared back in shock.

The burst of light was followed by a sparkling fallout of glistening, golden snowflakes and silver confetti. The snowflakes and confetti fluttered in the air, gently settling in Pee Tan's and Violette's hair and their cozy surrounds.

"What the fuck was that?" Pee Tan laughed.

"Look!" Violette giggled.

At that moment, jumping up onto the back of Pee Tan's chair, was a sprite little monkey. He was dressed expertly in a red bellhop cap and a red jacket with gold tassels and brass buttons.

"A monkey!" Pee Tan exclaimed. "So cute!"

"It's him!" Violette barreled over in laughter.

"Him?"

"Yes, it's me," the monkey said.

Pee Tan rolled around in his chair in debilitating laughter. He couldn't breath, his chest frozen in blissful pain.

"Ladies, please," the monkey protested. "I have no fucking pants. Please, this isn't right."

The monkey held his hands in front of his private area as his head darted around from side to side nervously. This only made Pee Tan and Violette laugh harder, tightening the suffocating screws around their abdomens in unbearable delight. Slowly, coughing and wheezing, the merry two regained their composure.

"Oh! He's adorable!" Violette declared.

"Come here, monkey pants," Pee Tan said.

Armando quickly obeyed, bouncing down from the top of Pee Tan's chair and climbing up his shoulder to rest in his arms.

"My little monkey, Armando!" Pee Tan laughed. "I like him now."

"Yes, he's a good little monkey," Violette chimed in.

"Ladies, per favore, can we do anything about the pants?" Armando asked.

"No, you look cute this way," Pee Tan said.

"Monkey, the pants just aren't functional," Violette pointed out.

"Ladies..."

"Monkey, there's only one lady here," Violette tersely corrected.

"Yes, excuse, pardon. Don't cancel me, please, my dear guests."

"I think it's champagne time," Violette declared.

"You got that, Armando?" Pee Tan asked.

"Si, si. Of course. A 1959 Dom Pérignon?"

"At 10 degrees celsius, paisano, or somebody might loose his jacket as well as his pants."

"At 10 degrees, of course, my beautiful guests, of course."

Armando jumped down from Pee Tan and bounded off through the fresh snow towards the chalet.

"I told you you would like it," said Violette.

"Like it? I fucking love it," Pee Tan laughed as the two of them re-nestled into their fur and fleece blankets before the fire pit. No sooner were they comfy and cozy, when they could hear the jostling of sleigh bells quickly approaching.

"What have we here?" Pee Tan asked as he cocked his head around.

Prancing in the snow towards Pee Tan and Violette was a fluffy white husky pulling a small wooden sleigh holding a bottle of Dom Pérignon in a brilliant silver bucket, two tall crystal flutes, and a mystery dish hidden under brilliant silver dome. On top of the husky was Armando. He bounced up and down with his red bellhop cap holding loosely onto a pair of reigns as he navigated the spry pup towards the fire pit. They pulled in right behind the couple.

"Oh, the doggy is so precious!" Violette cooed.

"Yeah, he's a champion," Pee Tan concurred.

Springing off the smiling husky, Armando jumped onto the sleigh and reached into the silver champagne bucket to procure a thermometer. He checked it and then proudly presented it to Violette.

"10 degrees celsius, my lady."

"Perfect, monkey. You may pour."

"Armando," Armando meekly protested.

"Perfect, Armando the monkey," Violette corrected herself. "You may pour."

"Our waiter's getting a little uppity," Pee Tan said. "I wouldn't expect that at an exclusive hi-so resort like this."

"Me neither," Violette fretted. "I guess we have no choice but to talk to management."

"Yes, indeed."

Dejectedly sighing, Armando got busy pouring two glasses of champagne into the tall, sparkling flutes. He gave the glasses to Pee Tan and Violette, and then brought forth the silver domed platter for a grand reveal.

"I hope you don't mind, my lovely guests, but I took the liberty of bringing you some beluga caviar."

He removed the silver dome to unveil a splendid platter of beluga caviar heaped into a goblet near a steaming pile of silver dollar crepes and a jagged Matterhorn of fresh butter slices.

"Oh, monkey, we don't mind," Pee Tan smiled as he toasted Violette.

"To everything in it's rightful place," Violette said, their crystal glasses clinking and resonating like two heavenly spheres.

They drank down the effervescently refreshing, bubbly brew.

"Check this out," Violette chirped as she sat her glass on on the wooden armrest of the deck chair.

With a playful look on her face, she clapped her hands twice. Immediately, the lights of the chalet went off, enveloping the two in a rich darkness beaten back only slightly by the lapping flames of the fire and the cool creamy glow of the moon. The majesty of the northern lights and the glistening stars now swept over Pee Tan and Violette like a beguiling, magical blanket drawn over their heads. The surrounds were silent and mesmerizing, the fresh snow absorbing any sounds or disturbances, only the quiet, immense universe moving minutely before them in majestic splendor.

Violette took a small crepe, a smear of butter, and loaded up a beluga delight for Pee Tan. Smiling warmly, her eyes sparkling in the fire light, she leaned over her chair to feed it to Pee Tan. Pee Tan cooed in happiness at the creamy, salty ecstasy.

"Delicious?" Violette asked.

"Pure bliss."

"Wait until you see what else you have to try this evening."

"Oh?"

"Especially dessert. But first, let us order a main course. Monkey!"

"Yes, my lady," Armando attentively bounced forward from the shadows.

"Once we finish this champagne, we'll switch to Grey Goose martinis."

"Dry, my lady?"

"Dry like Melania's mumu when she watches her hubby get out of the shower."

"Very good, my lady. Dry as the Sahara."

"Also, we'll need some golden sushi from Chef Angelito Araneta. You know, the type with gold flakes and diamonds."

"Of course, ma'am."

"The Omakase Experience from Sushi Hashiri."

"Excellent choice."

"And a lobster shiitake salad with yuzu truffle lemon dressing."

"Wonderfully chosen."

"Now, after dinner I'll need a pre-war Martin D-45 guitar. I'm going to sing my new song to Pee Tan."

"You have a new song?" Pee Tan asked.

"Yes! Guess whom I wrote it about."

"Whom?"

"You'll see when I sing it," Violette winked. "But I'll give you a small hint. The song is called, 'Pee Tan, You Rock My World.'"

"Hmm. Could you give me maybe one or two more hints?"

"Don't be silly," Violette said as she playfully slapped at Pee Tan's arm, letting her fingers linger there flirtatiously.

Violette returned to addressing Armando the monkey.

"And after the song we're going to need 42 tea candles lit in our chalet and a fresh vanilla milkshake from In 'n Out Burger. Get it from the one on Jefferson."

"That's the dessert?" Pee Tan chuckled. "A $2 milkshake?"

"But wait until you see how it's served. Here's a hint for you. It won't be in a cup."

Violette seductively pulled her hand back from Pee Tan's arm to run it slowly over her chest.

"It's going to be served more or less in this area."

"Monkey, first bring the milkshakes!" Pee Tan instructed. "It's dessert time."

"Ha! No way! First thing's first - our romantic dinner and my song for you. Then we can enjoy dessert and run out her naked to jump into the jacuzzi."

"Monkey, get started on dinner immediately," Pee Tan instructed with a coy laugh.

"Yes, boss. Come on, doggy. Let's go!" Armando said as he hopped over to the husky waiting loyally nearby with his sleigh.

"No way, monkey," Pee Tan said. "Mr. Husky is the best. He stays here."

"Yes!" Violette agreed. "Let him cuddle with us."

"In fact, he needs a steak. Bring him a t-bone."

"Oh, bring him Kobe beef!"

"Yeah, that's it. 500 grams of Kobe beef."

The husky barked in joy and his tail darted back and forth in delight. Dejected, Armando undid the harness on the husky, who immediately flew to sit at Pee Tan's and Violette's feet and bask in the warm happiness of the fire pit.

"There he is! There's a good husky boy!" Pee Tan reached down to scratch the delighted pup.

Struggling, Armando placed the harness around his small shoulders and labored through the fresh snow on his trudge back to the chalet.

"That's it, monkey! Put your back into it!" Pee Tan giggled.

"Let me top you up," Violette said, holding the jade green bottle of chilled Dom Pérignon in her hand.

She filled up Pee Tan's glass to the bubbling brim and then her own.

"To our magical night, Pee Tan," Violette smiled.

They clicked glasses, enjoyed the heady ambrosia, and Violette leaned over close to Pee Tan, the two of them gazing off into the heavenly sea of pluming, haunting, celestial mills endlessly churning their magnificent, twinkling delight.