Rich You All Love

Outside, the snowbank made a fluffy frozen deposit, where the inch amount requested numerous measuring balance instruments, and the challenging seasonal element issued a chilly attitude warning. As the heat blazed, warming the lodge style dining establishment, social interaction seemed lonely and cold, giving single bills payment attention, “one more dollar,” the Princess announced, sticking George Washington face up into a gambling coffin, where the promising note enters and never comes back.

Pressing a few buttons, the royal’s personal screen flashed a flushing hand, referencing the players’ family portrait, producing a nice payout.

“Great,” Princess Gilman shouted, “hey, Diablo,”

“I will be right there,” Katherine Diablo raised her voice, “after finishing developing this feel-good concoction.”

“Katie, how much is it for gypsy influenced passion tea?”

“Why do you ask?” Katherine retorted before seeing the financial reward, knowing the winnings should stay under the pubs' roof.

“I can’t take this,” Princess Gilman explained, “my people will hear about it and for the next year charities will be sleeping outside the castle’s door.”

“Looking for donations?”

“No, homeless,” Princess Gilman clarified, monitoring the bartender, turning a switch.

“Follow me back into the kitchen,” Katherine suggested.

“Bishop,” Katherine pushed the door, “what are you doing?”

“Is there anyone wanting an order,”

“No,”

“Then I am doing nothing,”

“Okay you are now on a break,” Katherine threw a smokes pack, delivered daily by Balloon Forest Hot Air Borderline Trucking, Inc.

“Thanks boss,”

With the culinary preparation area empty, Katherine went to work, preparing the loving rich you all, “grab Sir Thomas, boil some tap water,”

“Why not bottled?” Questioned Princess Gilman.

“Love cannot be packaged,”

“Not even the neck?” Princess Gilman innocently inquired, adjusting her winter scarf.

“Tapping the heart, my dear, brews sudsy flowing caring sensations,” Katherine smirked, “and a one and a two. Throw Sir Thomas in for a swim, ask where you have been, add a little seasoning, and no need for any reasoning. Stir it three times around and tease let's paint the town before saying the magic words, then dude you may have heard, there is a girl flirting throughout the nightly mist, wanting a good knight kiss.”

“Abracadabra?”

“No, Princess Gilman, you are supposed to recite,” Katherine answered, “men are always in hot water, unless they are the courter, love is in the air, let the two birds have a lifelong affair.”

“Is this your ritual? For this one drink?” Princess Gilman pestered.

“I do it when those wanting the snuggle experience get cozy near our internal inferno over there, melt emotional ice and best part, I do not have to shovel,” Katherine confessed before instructing, “now sneak out using the service entrance and come back, acting like you just arrived.”

Accepting the direction, Princess Gilman assumed the role, performing a roundabout choreographed routine, reappearing seconds later. Straight back barstool positioned, Princess Gilman watched intently Katherine Diablo deliver the China set, “did he take the bait?” Princess Gilman curiously investigated hearing the next command, “are you sticking another George Washington into the coffin?”

“No,” Princess Gilman rejected, “I will take a bloody Mary.”

“With or without the rich you all?” Katherine snarled confirming the mission was accomplished.

Dropping a few George Washington cash markers onto the adult counter, Princess Gilman carried the glass over towards the targeted unsuspecting individual.

“Come here often?”

“No, your royal highness,” the stranger formally confronted.

“Jack!” Princess Gilman shrieked, “What happened? Your eye?”

“Last night while entertaining at the club, an ace flyer wearing diamonds, approached our seating, Queen popped a cork,” Jack reported, “thank goodness I had two pupils.”

“And nine lives,” Princess Gilman joined him, not showing an invitation.

Carrying blankets Katherine smiled, “you two may want these fashionable covers while the tap-dancing flames, set the mood”

“Thanks Kat,” Princess Gilman acknowledged.

“Is this a part of the ritual?” Jack wondered.

“No, just a nice way to meet someone,” Katherine Diablo set up the romantic scene.