The devil's tricksters...

"I didn't know that Father was so interested in automotives", Julius stated, seeing the friar walk around his red cabriolet from all sides with real esteem in his eyes.

"I am a monk by vocation and a mechanic by admiration", Laurence replied, whistling appreciatively at the sight of car's underbelly, "I haven't seen one like that yet. Made on order?"

"Yes, the Red Poison. Assembled in Mantua", Julius let the vehicle growl, to feast the Father's ears, "Only two of them were produced."

"Boy, if you need any modifications, go ahead and talk to me at any time of the day or night", the friar was so excited by the view, that he unintentionally betrayed himself by adjusting the cassock between his legs. In a changed world, Julius guessed what was going on there.

"Our parents are now screaming at the servants", Romea left the villa disgusted, and joined the two at the driveway, "As if this day was not hard for everyone enough."

Before Julius could make a comment, suddently the screech of tires and a cloud of gravel and sand arose in the air. The Tybalt's black sports car pulled in front of the mansion's doors, almost hitting the Father Laurence.

"So what, switchers, ready for tonight?", the Prince of Cats jumped out of the driver's seat. He scratched his jacket and removed his tinted glasses. But this was not what shocked the three. In all his extravagance, he also wore a black businesswoman's miniskirt.

"Why are you wearing mini, dude?", Julius did not know how else to spot the elephant in the room.

"Easier access", he replied, rubbing impertinently his white lace panties, "Okay, now answer me, are we having a bachelor party at your place or at my place?"

"A bachelor party?", Julius remembered it was supposed to be today, but he was still suprised by the idea, "Don't you think it will be embarrassing for everyone in the current circumstances?"

"Nonsense", the Prince of Cats put his hands on the arms of Romea and Julius, "We already prepared everything."

"We?", the happy couple asked at the same time.

"Yes, we", Tybalt replied, holding his friends closer, "Me and Rosaline. I'm making your party, and she's making bachelorette party."

When the devil was mentioned, a red-haired figure emerged from the second seat of the black vehicle. She was already ready for the evening, wearing a dress, so tight that her new equipment lifted the surface of the frock in cigar-like shape.

"Did you miss me?", Rosaline smiled.