Bubble, bubble, toil and trouble."
"It's 'Double, double', and that's not the kind of trio we want anyways."
"Beats the hell out of sitting around knitting and snipping as the Fates." Vaughn chuckled.
"Or singing 'Tom Dooley'."
"Good gods no! We need to come up with something sexy."
"Says the only female in the group."
Page frowned at Nigel. "What's wrong with sexy?"
Holding up his hands in surrender, Nigel told her, "Not a damned thing, if it weren't for the fact that you'd want us dressed in next to nothing."
She grinned sweetly. "Now would I do that?"
"In a heartbeat," Vaughn said from the computer. Turning back to it, he suggested, "We can take our cue from the movie and be 'The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly'."
"Only if you do 'Ugly'," Nigel told him with a laugh, going to look over his shoulder at the screen. "There. 'Ready, Willing, and Able'."
"How the hell would we do that?”," Page asked from Vaughn's other side. Tapping the screen with its list of trios, she pointed to the song title ‘Sex, drugs, and rock and roll’
"Arthur, Lancelot, and Guinevere."
Nigel nodded. "Now that one I could live with."
"Me too," Vaughn agreed, "and it works. We've got a week to get it together before the gala."
"Then find us the best costume shop in the city," Page told him, "while I go get ready for this afternoon's little jaunt."
Nigel grinned. "You could go like that. It would definitely be a diversion."
"Not the kind we need." She patted his nearly naked ass as she headed to their bedroom to get dressed.
Vaughn tilted his head back to look up at Nigel, chuckling in amusement. "You'd have her walking around like that twenty-four/seven if you had your way."
"Wouldn't you?" Nigel dropped a kiss on Vaughn's lips and then sighed. "I guess we all need more clothes than we're wearing at the moment."
"You especially. Don't forget—"
"I won't, I won't."