Tonight, I'm gunna have myself a real good time.

[Seraphim Donnelly-Rousseau]

"California is where all famous people lie, obviously," Seraphim replied firmly, grabbing up some of the bottles to put them away. "That, and especially Los Angeles. Which is where we'll build one of the mansions.. we'll put on in Hawaii or something too, so you can go swimming. Oh, and the Swiss Alps. For skiing, which I don't know how to do yet, but all rich people go on skiing vacations."

Stopping at the fridge, she pulled it open, and peered inside. "And I, madam, will be very rich. And very successful. So we'll need to have only the best. Our three dogs? Will have diamond encrusted collars. Of course."

[Leigh O'Conner]

"Ah," Leigh noted. "Sweet. I love swimming, but I haven't been skiing either. I bet that you'd be good at it. I'd like to try snowboarding. Michael says it's, and I quote, 'awesomer than awesome.' Which means it probably is a blast.

"And I've always known that you'd be rich. The only question is 'how' really. What you choose to do, sir. I'll just be your trophy wife. Are we taking our dogs or are we getting other dogs in the interim? I would be sad if I left Pix."

[Seraphim Donnelly-Rousseau]

"Maybe if we had somewhere to ski around here, it'd be easier. We get loads of snow, and.. no where to enjoy it. Just causes accidents, and freezes my hands off," she replied quietly, scowling some at the thought.

"Lawyering bartender with a heart of gold, sound fair? And of course you'll be my trophy wife. At home with the children, making dinner, and so on. You can play professional soccer on the side, too," she suggested. "And well, if your parents let you take your dogs, you're more than welcome. I only have fish, and I doubt they'll live until this time next year, let alone the year we're married."

[Leigh O'Conner]

"Sounds perfect. As for keeping the mutts, Taffy's strictly speaking, Michael's dog, but Pix is totally mine. And she's too sweet. And you said three dogs, so I wanted to make sure that I could keep mine. We can get two new ones, too, and Pix can teach them manners. She'll be beautiful with our inevitable children, whom I shall raise and feed between bouts of my professional soccer-life. And I don't really need to ski. There will be hot chocolate and snuggles, and being there shall prove our richness well enough. I mean, we should probably learn just for appearances, but I'm not all that concerned. And really, I'd rather you have your hands. I happen to like those hands, sir."

[Seraphim Donnelly-Rousseau]

"I'd love to take Teagan, he's so affectionate, and cuddly, and he does that thing where he stands on his back legs when you hold up the treats.. but if I stole her cat, Tatum would cry for the rest of her natural life," Seraphim sighed, shaking her head as she picked up her own cup again, and took a longer drink from it. "It'll just be Pix and two new dogs, then. Every family needs dogs. Except that I never had a dog growing up, but Pix and Taffy were.. well, I mean, I'm like a surrogate O'Conner anyway. It worked out."

At the mention of learning to ski simply for keeping up appearance, Sera laughed into her drink, choking for just a moment, before taking another sip to keep herself from coughing too much. "Our children will be gorgeous, I hope you realize. And they'll learn to ski, maybe. It'll keep them busy while we snuggle, and drink hot chocolate. I want rum in mine. I think it's all about proving our richness, which will be vast, and obvious. We'll drive fancy cars, too. Very fancy cars. And have a chauffeur, to drive the children about."

Leaning over closer to Leigh, she grinned a little. She was getting a little drunker, and a bit more silly. "And I know you love these hands, sir. They're magic hands, and they do magic things to your body, don't they?"

[Michael O'Conner]

"Yes, we shouldn't steal your sister's cat. She'd be too tempted to come to our ridiculous and obnoxious mansion, that just for show, we'd have to fly in brick-from-brick from another country somewhere. France, probably, since we're both...somehow...from there. More or less. Not that I'd mind Tatum there, so long as she doesn't interrupt the sexings. Um. Again.

"I don't know if I want to learn to ski, really," the blonde continued easily, the drink making her a little more babble-inclined than usual. "I think I'd be more into the whole snowboarding thing, and speaking of which, I must learn to surf while in California, or I run the risk of Michael evicting me from the family. Forever. I would be sad. And I'll teach our kids to surf and we'll all learn to ski, and they'll be absolutely beautiful and brilliant, and world-famous for both. And their money. Only, they'll be hearts-of-gold, too, just like your lawyer-y-slash-bartending self.

"I want to have a ridiculous car, too, so that'll work out. Like the ones that you don't have a key to start, but you have fingerprint scanning to get into it, and then there's just the button? I'm all for future-technology cars, sir. So cool they would be. And they must be red so that we have higher fees on our insurance. Because we will be sickeningly rich, and not care," Leigh giggled.

She blushed at Sera. "I do very much like the magic hands. I, in fact, plan to become your trophy wife in part because of those hands."

[Seraphim Donnelly-Rousseau]

"I do so love that cat, but I see your point. And of course our mansion will be obnoxious. It will be obnoxious, large, and incredibly fancy, with lots of gold and futuristic parts. And I like the idea of flying brick-by-brick from France. Although, maybe we can go half France, and half.. somewhere else. Perhaps we'll build our house from all over the world," Seraphim suggested, with a thoughtful little smile, taking another sip before going on. "And our family, mostly our many siblings, will have their own guest homes, when they stay with us. We'll have loads of land, and property, and we'll build them each guest homes, with bricks flown in from the country of their choice. That way, they'll not be interrupting the sex, by barging into our ridiculous house, deal?"

As she finished up her drink, and not yet finished their conversation, Sera found herself more inclined to keep drinking. She ducked toward the fridge, and grabbed one of the decidedly German beers that Hunter had been drinking earlier. Really, beer was terrible, but it did in a pinch. And imported was usually nicer than local. Parkdale's local beer was more of a lager anyway. "Fine, I'll ski, and you can snowboard. Which will go hand in hand with the surfing, yes, since it's really just.. the same thing, on separate terrain, as far as I'm concerned. Michael may visit our California mansion, and surf with you, and the children. Our children who will surf, ski, and they'll have perfect educations. We'll send them to private schools, and hire only the best tutors, and they'll grow up to be.. movie stars, or models, or something that otherwise emphasizes their beauty. Or their intelligence. We could have genius scientist children, I wouldn't mind that either. Of course, with their hearts-of-gold. Due in part to being half O'Conners. You people and your smiling, happy, family-ness."

Sipping from her beer, Sera offered it over to her girlfriend. "It's not bad," she said, before continuing with their subject of cars. "All of my cars will have those.. fingerprint devices. And car starters, so that I won't freeze in the winter, even if California has no snow, and the cars would be in a garage. Possibly a six car garage, or seven, so we could have one for each day of the week. They can't all be red, but we can have a few red ones. Our money will run like water, and insurance will be irrelevant. We'll pay whatever it takes, you see, because we'll be able."

"Maybe we'll give to charity, maybe not. We're evil geniuses, after all. Perhaps we'll just buy more cars, and our own soccer team. And continue basking in our disgustingly rich lifestyles," the brunette drawled absently, as she smirked some at the blush she received. "And I promise, the magic hands will continue to be magical, even when we're rich. Although, I'm sure we could afford the finest sex toys, or.. whatever you're into, you know. We'll still have excellent sex. And you'll be an excellent trophy wife. I'll introduce you at all of our social gatherings, with a little flourish. Oh, you remember my wife, Leigh? And so on, and so on."

[Michael O'Conner]

Leigh snuggled comfortably into Sera's side, listening to the brunette instruct her of things-to-come, as she did in the same tone she taught her the Periodic table, or weird math things she didn't understand, and everything else that was comfortably fact.

"That's perfect," she agreed. "Everyone in their own guest house of various sources, and each will be nearly as ridiculously lavish as ours, but ours will win. And oh, don't forget, we need one of those absolutely fucking absurd bathtubs that I can swim in with the jets and stuff, so it's practically a jacuzzi, but not really since it's in the bathroom and all," she noted.

Leigh shrugged and took the beer offered to her, took a mouthful, made a face, and swallowed. "Not as bad as I thought," she admitted. "But my tastebuds are probably already confused thanks to the liquor I've already drank," she added, grinning.

"And, oh, we'll also need a bar in our house, with bar-people. Because you shouldn't have to do work in our house. That's what our army of servants will be for, of course. And, of course, our kids will be exactly us mixed together, so they'll all be perfectly beautiful and smart and athletic, and they shall be supermodel scientists and actors and such, and they'll all change the world. Every single one of them, however many we decide to have. And they'll all be super-close like the O'Conner clan of insanity, you know. It's genetic, I'm afraid. The whole lot of us are like this, but it makes for good reunions.

"And I just at least one red super-advanced car of the future. We can have the rest be all colors. We should also see if we can buy a Batmobile. Just to freaking have it. And, oh, what was it? The Back-to-the-Future car? Just to prove how disgustingly rich we are, seriously. It'll be neat."

The blonde grinned, and kissed Sera's neck. "And there will be lots, and lots of fantastical magic-hand involved sex, and whatever else we decide to involve. But we'll talk about that later, sir," she noted, nipping the skin there a little and pulling away. She had returned Sera's beer, and then decided to look into the fridge to find her own.

She pulled back, and smiled charmingly. "I will be an amazing trophy wife, too, I promise. All smiles and charm and gorgeous dresses, and the best hor'dourves that shall all be ridiculous as well."

[Seraphim Donnelly-Rousseau]

"We couldn't let the guests have better homes than the one we live in. They'll have nice guest homes, but pale in comparison to our own," she replied. "And yes, you'll be welcome to have an absurd bathtub. I know just the sort you're talking about. We'll have a regular jacuzzi, too, perhaps several. It'll go well with our giant swimming pool, which should be in the shape of a dollar sign, or perhaps a giant pair of breasts. The children wouldn't realize, since they wouldn't see it from a bird's eye view, but we'd know. It would be our little secret, you know? I think that'll be perfect. We'll need our own gym, too. With a swimming pool in there, and a sauna, and lots of expensive equipment.

Seraphim watched as Leigh moved into the fridge to grab her own beer, smiling slightly at the sight, as she reclined against the nearest table, and continued to nurse slowly at her own can. "I also second an indoor bar, as well as outdoor. We'll have one near the pool, for when we're entertaining. But there will also be one in the house, in our gaming room. Which we will have. With pool tables, and darts, and arcade games, and possibly shuffle board, because rich people love to play shuffle board. We'll also play shuffle board on our yacht, and our cruise ship. We'll own both, you know, no doubt about it. Our children, as beautiful and intelligent as they are, will be shuffle board champions. There will be trophies, we will display them for all to see. Once they change the world, and become famous, or at least more famous, or famous for something other than being our children, we'll be able to gloat about their many trophies, and show off to our neighbours, and our friends," Sera suggested, pausing just for a second. "We'll host the O'Conner family reunions, of course. We'll have all of the room, and the land, and we'll make sure that everyone has somewhere to stay. They can visit whenever they see fit. We'll still need your mom, if we get hungry. Maids just can't cook like mom."

Shivering at the kiss to her neck, Seraphim closed her eyes, but kept speaking. "I'm fine with buying a Batmobile. Or the Back-to-the-Future car, which was.. I don't know, actually, so eighties model. I suspect that I'd like to buy a Christine, too, because that book was fantastic. Did you know that the Plymouth Fury didn't even really come in Christine's colors? There was no cherry red model, King just made that up. But we'll have a red one, just to be accurate to the novel. We'll be able to afford the paint job," she muttered, giggling a bit. "Our cars will be fantastic, and we'll drink the finest wines, with our wonderful children, in our wonderful house."

Opening one eye to peer at her girlfriend, she returned the winning smile, reaching over with her free hand to gently pinch the blonde's cheek, teasing her. "You'll be amazing, truly, I just know you will. You already are, so I'm sure you'll be just as amazing in twenty years time. We'll shop for beautiful dresses every other week, and make sure that you look the part. You'll graciously welcome the guests into our home, introduce the children, who will also be dressed for the occasion. We'll be such snobs, I can't wait."

[Michael O'Conner]

"Well, of course not, we need them to be awed when they go into their houses and when the come into ours," Leigh noted. "And thank you. I'm also considering getting this one shower, I swear, I only saw it on one commercial once, and I don't know anything about it, but it's the on where there are like...panels all up the walls and on the roof, and you can control the temperature with a dial thing, instead of fiddling with silly little things like knobs? It looked pretty cool. We should have one of those.

"So are we going to have like...two different pools then? Silly-shaped ones for lounging, and then like...an Olympic sized pool for swimming? Although, I really am totally for the whole gym, sauna thing. Like...we could maybe even do a little spa-thing, since we already have a sauna anyway. It'll be sweet." She blonde frowned a moment as she opened her beer and took a drink, returning to her place at Sera's side, and making a face. "It's really not as bad as I thought, but...I cannot drink this without the faces. It's just not possible.

"I like the idea of an outside bar. We'll definitely need to host parties outside, 'cos we're going to have like...a gorgeous landscape that will cost us a million dollars to keep perfect, and everyone will, of course, be jealous. And they could all lounge in our pool, the recreational one, of course. And we'll have like...high classy barbecues."

The blonde took another drink, and thought for a moment. "I think that if we're going to have a gaming room for all of that, I think it's only fair we have a room going off it for all of our childrens' trophies. I mean, sure we could put them in the gaming room, but then they'd probably look more like decoration. And this is certainly not decoration. It's the focus. And there's no counting how many trophies that there will be.

"While I'm not disinclined towards the idea of a yacht," she noted, "I don't remember if I've ever been on a boat. Maybe I get seasick? I hope not. I've always wanted to go water-skiing and para-sailing? That looks like fun.

"Oh, jeez, my family would so, sooo love that, too. Including owning the Batmobile, and that car, which I cannot remember the name of from back to the future. And it's annoying me. I've never read Christine, but I shan't complain about owning it, and I really don't know about the Plymouth Fury and/or it's colors. But I daresay we'll have enough money to paint whatever cars whatever colors if we want.

"I look forward, very much," Leigh said, grinning again at the compliment, "to being disgusting snobs that everyone always accuses of being evil malicious people. And especially when they meet us in person, and I'll be just as gracious and charming as anyone could ever want, and the O'Conner hearts-of-gold shall be all shining. Our glorious successes shall make even our worst flaws seem nonexistant, and everyone in the whole world will love us and want in on us. But we'll be selective, because otherwise, it just won't work," Leigh noted, nodding, looking down her nose with feigned superiority. Then she took another drink of beer, and made a face, ruining the whole image.

[Seraphim Donnelly-Rousseau]

"Everything, we'll have everything," Sera agreed simply, tipping her beer back, and taking a long drink. "Trophy rooms, and several pools, fancy showers, and a spa. Whatever we want, we'll have it. Anything and everything. It's going to be an amazing life, and we'll still have enough money left over to continue squandering. Maybe we'll buy Ophelia a new car, so she can get rid of that terrible little Yugo.. or maybe I'll just get it all turned into coins, and I'll have one of those rooms, like Scrooge McDuck has? And I'll dive into it? And swim around? It might hurt, but it'll be worth it, in the end."

Laughing at the face the blonde made as she drank from her beer, Sera took another drink of her own, managing to go without pulling any funny expressions. Leigh was, after all, making more than enough of them for several people. At least they were cute, in addition to hilarious. "Incredibly selective, of course, of course. And we'll be most beautiful, successful, and revered, along with our wealth. People will envy us, and we'll be sort of like those celebrities who are famous, just for existing? In all of California, Hawaii, and the Swiss Alps, no one will compare to us."

[Leigh O'Conner]

"Absolutely," Leigh agreed. "Although, I am altogether unconvinced that Ophelia would ever want to get rid of that car. Ever.

"I don't think that having coins to swim in would be pleasant. I'd say something like...liquid gold, but to melt gold would be...burny. We need to find a way to swim in money. And I think I saw this one comic or something? I blame Michael, in any case, and there was this swimming pool, and it was full of jell-o. That'd be fun to try, I think. And probably less-painful than coins. Perhaps more drown-y?"

[Seraphim Donnelly-Rousseau]

"I don't know how she keeps passing inspection," Sera replied quietly, brows knitting together. "I still insist that the only reason she isn't pulled over, is that she's dating Tatum. And feeding her. And dad likes her. As much as dad likes anyone."

Seraphim seemed to take a moment to consider what to fill their absurd pool with, lifting her free hand to tap her fingers over her chin, before nodding quickly, and taking a drink of the beer in her other hand. "Definitely jell-o.. perhaps pudding, or even liquor. I could swim in a bath of vodka. I wouldn't mind drowning in that, it'd be Hunter's dream death. And, of course, we'd be able to afford it. We'd only have the finest vodka, straight from.. where ever vodka comes from. I want to say Russia, but that's probably wrong. I forget, exactly. Brain is fuzzy and strange right now."

[Leigh O'Conner]

"Magic," Leigh answered matter-of-factly. "She manages it by magic.

"And," she continued without much preamble, "I think that it is Russian. And if it's not, when we take over the world, it will be. But I have an even better idea. We shall, as in many things, combine our ideas! Vodka Jell-o," she added, to spell it out in case Sera didn't follow (although the blonde assumed she had). "Our pool will be a ridiculously large Jell-o shot!"

[Seraphim Donnelly-Rousseau]

Seraphim seemed neutral for only a moment, before the wide smile blossomed onto her face, and she lifted her beer up slightly in a mock toast. Apparently, also in agreement. "That's fantastic! You know that you're disgustingly rich, when your pool is a ridiculously large Jell-o shot. Although, it'll be a pain to keep it clean, without using chlorine.. and we'll have to keep the kids, and or pets, out of it. And once we inevitably have sex in it, maybe we should make a new batch. You know, for the sake of hygiene, which we value highly."