<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d6/Venusmother3.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Mary Jane Casey<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Please Ask<br/><strong>Looking For:</strong>Geekgasm<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Nikki, Malina<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>Slave Leia cosplay (https://i.imgur.com/Jf7yFx4.jpg)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Wasn't this a thrilling little surprise in the middle of public? A face just the right nuzzling height pushed aggressive into her barely-restrained boob, led on a button nose she'd know anywhere. Oh my,<em>oh my. </em>"Nikki!" she squeaked, elated and mortified and so flush with the happy surprise that her pride and joy was, after all, getting into the spirit of the thing. But, wait- her questing fingers encountered a felt ear which moved all on its own. This was not Nikki.<br/><br/>"Sorry there, toodle-bear. That was no moon." She was smiling at Malina, coy, plaayful, but a professional bartender deflecting gropes like water off a duck.<br/>"It's a space station." A mile a minute the booth cashier wrapped up her complete collection of STAR*VIXEN, from ASTEROID BELTS DOWN to ZERO HOUR MILKY WAY in two double bags. Mrs. Casey gave her inquisitive new friend a sidelong wink, bristly with mascara.<br/>"From Star Wars? It's a trap!" Ear to ear the smile spread. Her fingers made blasters Malina's direction, but this was the last freedom of her hands. Once she picked up her bags to carry, they were uselessly heavy. She huffed.<br/><br/>"Would you be a darling and hold my leash?" A pussy-pink stray tress blew from her nose, and she leaned forward to offer the costume chain which threatened to drag and trip her up.<br/>"I've got my hands full. Oh! So do you, naughty monkey. Is that a package for me?"<br/><br/>Her ears perked at the sound she was trained to hear.<em>"Moooooooom!?" </em><br/>"Funny bunny?" she answered without an ounce of self-consciousness, calling her wayward girl home to dinner, the same way since she was knee-high to an Oklahoma locust, lock and key for the lonely ear.<br/><em>"Baby!?" </em><br/>"Goosie-goose?" Mary Jane oriented herself to the show floor. Right about...<em>there. </em>She tapped Malina in the rump with a sleek plastic bag thick from graphic novels. "This way. Take me to Lord Vader."