call Rasa to see

"She what?!"
"She pulled me into her office and fucking mounted me!" you whisper into the phone. You can hear Rasa pacing, a thoughtful hum coming from her. "What's she like?"
"A little cold and business-like, but alright as a boss..."
"Not that, silly!" Rasa says invitingly. You catch onto her at last.
"Uhhh... big rack, bigger ass. Long black hair, glasses, ice blue eyes."
"Oooh," Rasa muses. "I like her. Bring her home."
"What?!"
"You obviously want to hit that," she laughs. "And I'm curious. Maybe she'll be interested in a three-way, maybe not. If she isn't, I promise I'll make myself scarce.
"Rasa..."
"No buts or ifs. You tap that like a real man would or..."
"I was going to say you're the best girlfriend ever."

She giggles in delight on the other end of the phone. "You're silly. Let me know how she..."
"Doe..."

You freeze for a minute, but realize you're sort of on her good side. You turn to Devonshire, who's at least smiling this time. It's a firm, confident smile that promises wild things. "And that is?"
She looks like she expects you to be bragging to some buddy, but you raise the receiver. "Rasa, say hello to Miss Devonshire... she'll be coming over for dinner tonight."
"Hellooo," Rasa sings back. "Looking forward to meeting you!"

Devonshire smiles and leans in near the phone. "A pleasure. And call me Cathy. If you'll excuse us though, we have work to do."

"Cathy" Devonshire presses her finger down on the phone to hang it up and looks at you, still smiling. "Your..."
"Girlfriend," you say quickly. "But we're very serious."
Devonshire's eyes close a little at you. "Is she an... issue, Doe?"
"What? Oh, no Cath... Miss Devonshire. She sounded kind of interested."

Devonshire raised an eyebrow and the appeal returned to her face. "Really? She doe sound lovely. What's she look like."
"Just what you want her to," you say with a weak grin. She nods in possible understanding, but you doubt in the right way.
"I know the type. Rasa. Is that Latin?" You shrug helpfully. "Very well. She might make an interesting member of the party," she says, walking off mysteriously musing to herself.

"So it's a party now..." you think to yourself.