“So we’re all on board with March 28 for the Bunny Benefit?” Ricky asked. “It’s not too late to get the deposit back.”
“I think the event should be for the whole weekend,” Nevin said. “For those who can’t make it on Saturday.”
Vic leaned back in his chair and folded his arms. “What kind of losers can’t make a party on Saturday night? This is a big enough burden on us as it is. We need to get it over with.”
“Will there be enough time for you to get me some real bunnies?” Bo asked. “You know, like Playboy?”
Ricky cut his eyes away. “Uh…we’ll see. No promises, okay?”
“My contract has a catering clause,” Bo reminded him.
“Right.” Ricky looked around the room. “Does anyone have any reasonable requests or objections?” He didn’t wait for an answer. “Good. The twenty-eighth it is.” He glanced at Nevin. “And if there's sufficient interest, maybe we’ll do a Sunday encore. I’ll talk to the venue manager about it. In the meantime, have you decided which charity we’ll be supporting?”
Nevin pulled a crumpled paper out of his pocket and sighed. “I don’t know, Ricky. They’re all so good.”
“So pick one,” Kalila said.
“Well,” he traced a finger down the list. “It would be nice to support a group from near my home. Rabbit and Guinea Pig Welfare and Honeybunnies are both in the UK.”
Vic jumped up. “I have to sing for pigs now, too?” He grabbed the list and started reading. “Friends of Rabbits? Best Friends? Vampires aren’t best friends with anyone, much less these ubiquitous creatures you think are so compelling.” He crumpled the paper and threw it on the floor. This is a stupid idea.”
Kalila flashed him a dirty look, picked up the paper and smoothed it out again. “We’ve got two Rabbit Havens here, one in Washington and one in California.”
“I like California girls,” Bo said.
“You like all of them.” Kalila went back to reading. “Bright Eyes Rabbit Rescue is near Washington DC. That might interest the patriotic types, right, Ricky?”
Ricky shrugged. “I guess.”
“And then there’s Rabbit Rescue, Inc, in Canada.”
“We got kicked out of Canada,” Vic said. “Remember?”
“That doesn’t mean they won’t take our money.” She handed Nevin the list. “Ricky did a good job. Pick one.”
Nevin shifted in his seat. “But if I choose the wrong one—”
“They’re all wrong,” Vic snarled. “It’s not natural for us to be doing something for bunnies. We should be feeding them to the werewolves at the full moon, not hosting concerts for them. Just make up your mind so we can end this meeting.”
While Nevin sniffled and Kalila patted his shoulder in concern, Ricky said, “Look, they’re all no-kill shelters. No rabbit will die because you chose one place over another. We’ll put the names of all the charities on the back of the t-shirts. It’ll be a little free publicity. So come on. Choose.”
Nevin looked at the paper again and sighed. “Well, okay. But I could use a little help…”
To Be Continued…
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