(http://images.sodahead.com/polls/001382863/tori_amos_xlarge.jpeg)<br/><br/><em>Jog along Bess<br/>Hop Along May<br/>Squeak along Blue <br/>It’s a walk along day<br/>It’s a long road,<br/>And weary are we<br/>Bubble on kettle <br/>And make us all some tea.</em><br/><br/><br/>Millicent or rather Milly Molly Mandy had the invitation, the truth be told it had been stuffed in the bottom of her special bag, but for reason best known to the fates  it had reached the top of the assortment of random items this evening. Though a little sticky and smudged it was indeed an invitation, though heavens knew why she was invited they usually left her alone.<br/><br/>Of course as usual Millicent had taken or rather had more important things to attend to than looking the part and thus she turned up in usual attire, which though complimented her looks some how was not really appropriate. There was no limousine or car for her, just Shanks’s pony well at least for the last mile or so.<br/><br/><br/>Once there the Malkavian searched through her bag once more to find the invitation. She did hope this was going to be more interesting than the last large affair, though she supposed if not most would not notice her leaving, after all she was not one of the movers and shakers.<br/><br/>She hummed to herself a rather delightful song about the Bony King of Nowhere.<br/>