Hangover blues.

When the lesbians finally came down from their drug-induced haze, their Santa-themed lingerie no longer seemed quite appropriate. Sexy, sure, but not necessarily the look a la mode, if you will. The world was not ready.

As they changed and began lacing the day's cigarettes with cocaine, Addidas could not stop thinking about Nancy's behavior hier soir--her instict-driven, cocaine-induced lick of SAAM's collarbone. Was it just a desperate need for cocaine? We've all been there. Or, was it worse? Had Nancy already forgotten Addidas and set her sights on SAAM?

Before Addidas could investigate further, La Tantesse entered the room, the Helgays standing by her side:

"Lesbians!" she clapped twice, forcefully, demanding attention. "We need to rejuvenate after last night's rigorous activities. We need protein. We are going out for sushi."

The lesbians cheered.

"Bambi!" Mordo commanded, "Let's go."

The lesbians looked around, slowly realizing that Bambi was not there.

"She's gone!" cried Nancy, "and so is that woman."

"What woman?" demanded La Tantesse.

"She said she was from Minnesota," Nancy said, sounding uncertain, "but she did not know what a 'hotdish' was."

"And you did nothing?" Croaked La Tantesse.

And La Tantesse knew that the woman who went by Mordo was an agent of Sven.