*Taake wakes up under the table, only one kitten remains*
*she stretches and yawns* *hits her head on the table*
Ouch, godda... *crawls out*
*Sees broken glasses, abandoned bottles of champagne, glitter, a broken disco-ball lying in the middle of the floor, Dorito crumbs everywhere and a mountain of donuts pieces that someone has tried to mush into a donut statue of a stake... at least she thinks it's a stake*
*Gets on her feet, picks up the kitty, spots feet sticking up from under another table*
Hey you, over there... you... are you awake?
Are you... dead? Or maybe undead...
*fearing it might be a devilish vampiric trap Taake holds on to her kitty and races for the exit, fumbling with her keys, jumping over donkey droppings as she goes*
THANKS GUYS FOR A GREAT AWARD SHOW and and EVEN BETTER AFTER PARTY! Now let's lock this baby up and set it on fire, true Buffy-style, because I sure ain't cleaning that mess up!
*locks door*
*Taake and kitten walk off together in a golden sunrise*