I'm not a man that is obsessed with my own looks. I know that I'm a handsome devil and as long as I have some pretty silk gracing my perfect skin, I'm going to get the ladies. It is always great when you can walk out and smile, instead of worrying about primping for a woman. I can't understand men that have to do that. Sometimes I have to make sure that my head is not shining too much, but I've never had any complaints.

But Halloween is always another sort of day. Especially this year when Nikita invited me to a Halloween party that was occurring at a local bar. I had plans but they were cancelled as soon as Nikita asked me. I mean, I would never turn my popsicle down. Plus, she was going to be in costume, I couldn't wait to see.

I could see her in the French Maid's outfit. In fact, most of my wet dreams deal with her getting out of the French Maid's outfit.

Either way, that left me with the problem, what was I going to wear, as Nikita stated, only those in costume were allowed in. I'm not a man, who is very creative, but I wanted to impress my popsicle, make her mine by showing her a burst of sudden creativity and intellect.

I thought of simple things. The first one being a toga. It was simple and all I had to do was buy some white sheets, cotton. I had white silk sheets, but those were for very special occasions, not for a party. I even had gotten the sheets and tied it around my body. I placed fig branches around my baldhead and smiled into the mirror. I knew that it was perfect.

Until I asked for Nikita's advice. I may have been disturbing her, but she opened the door, laughing. She must have looked out on her video monitor. I never liked it when she did things like that. I smiled at her and winked.

Costume number one was thrown out very quickly.

Then I decided that the toga was too simple, that I needed a modern look that matched some with which Nikita was. I was looking out my window when I pulled my glasses out and looked at them. They were totally back and I nodded my head. And idea popped into good old Mick's mind and I was ready to roll.

Make that rock and roll, Blues Brothers style.

The hat was the biggest issue. Something covering my glorious doom of glistening skin, that women loved to rub their hands across. The spot on my body that ran directly too... well, lets forget about that. The hat just felt odd as if it was pushing in my skin.

But I looked good. I could barely recognize who I was. Nikita must of. She didn't point a gun at me when she opened the door.

Damn, that was costume number two down the drain and my brain was hurting from thinking so much.

I still had a few days to think about it and I was just going over to bug my popsicle when I heard her laughing. I leaned against the wall, wondering if Michael was in there tickling her ivories or something, as it was laughter that I'm not used to hearing from Nikita. I listened until I recognized the familiar children's show.

I found out real quick that Nikita liked American Television shows. I sighed, thinking of my MacGuyver show, and how I hadn't been able to find reruns of it lately, and how the lead guy was acting in some futuristic show with circles... or something like that... And there was no Jack!

Either way, I knew the children's show and I knew that I could use it to my benefit. There was only going to be a few things that would impress my popsicle, and I knew that I had to be one of them. So I ran off down the street, knowing that I would find the perfect outfit.

It only cost a couple thousand of dollars that was the down deposit and the renting fee. The outfit was heavy and I didn't quite understand how I was going to walk down the stairs to get to the bar, but I was sure that Nikita would fall in love with me.

I even hoped that she would kiss me.

Maybe it was the garbage can that pushed her over the edge.

"Mick?" Nikita questioned carefully with a raised eyebrow. I smiled as popped out and looked at Nikita.

"Do you like, popsicle?" I questioned and Nikita continued to stare as if something was wrong. I moved around and smiled again.

"Mick? Do you know Oscar the Grouch? He doesn't smile," Nikita finally stated and I slowly dropped my head. That just wasn't something that I was going to do all night. I have a wonderful smile. One woman said it was the thing that made her melt into her arms... along with my tongue.. but again... let's not venture there...

What was I talking about? Oh yes... My smile and Oscar the Grouch not smiling. I couldn't believe it! How could a character used in children's shows not smile. That was just wrong. I tried to explain to Nikita that I was the new and approved Oscar the Grouch and Nikita only shook her head.

Until she slammed the door in my face.

My next outfit got the same reaction, only she didn't even say anything.

Maybe the cigar was too much to go with the Bill Clinton mask... I didn't even get the chance to ask Nikita to be my intern.

I went back to the drawing bar, after a night with the saleswoman from the costume store. I was ready to make the right choice and to prove to Nikita that I knew exactly what she was looking for on this Halloween. I would not fail. I would not fall and end up in the gutter. I would not be the fruit in the bag full of candy!

I knew Walter and I smiled. Maybe my sweet and luscious popsicle wanted a younger Walter. And who better but me?

Except I didn't know how to drive a motorcycle.

And I'm not particularly fond of wearing leather myself; it chafes my skin till it is red. Plus it is so tight!

But for my Nikita, my next door neighbor, the woman helplessly and hopelessly in love with Michael, I would try to put the leather back on.

I even had boots. They were designer boots from Italy that caused Nikita to howl.

"THEY ARE GIRL BOOTS!" Nikita cried out and I blinked my eyes. I knew myself that when I went to Italy that the men were wearing these boots. They are so pretty, and they do have a heel, but it was the first time that I came close to being eye to eye with Nikita.

I liked the boots and I wasn't about to give up on them now. I knew that I could find something to wear with them. I was flipping through the stations, again, looking to the American Television shoes for inspiration. Maybe I was getting tired. Maybe I had one too many Heinekens, but I saw John Travolta. It was an interesting look, and his moves were good.

I knew that Nikita wouldn't be able to say something bad about the way I swing my hips.

She did.

But I was sure that I hit the jackpot with John Travolta. I pulled all the movies I could of his. I was going to find the perfect costume. I had just watched Grease and knew that I would not do that. I mean, grease on hair is disgusting! Period.

I was about to turn on Pulp Fiction, not sure what that was about, when I stopped and saw VH1, another American import, and a music station much like MTV. I stopped as I saw the weird creature that was on the television, singing.

But the song got to me.

LETS DO THE TIME WARP AGAIN...................

Now, it was a bit odd, and I'm not one to cross dress or anything, but it was a good look. And I might even have the legs to pull it off. I looked the apartment and smiled.

This was for Nikita.

It took me three hours to place the fake fingernails on and pain them. The long black nails then continued to get in the way as I tried to pull the damn fishnet pantyhose up. Four pairs later, I was successful and I understood why I heard weird noises from Nikita's apartment. It was because she had to put panty hose on herself.

It's amazing how I started to feel for Nikita. I felt her pain.

I walked over and hitched my hand up on my hip as I rang the bell. I looked up at the camera and smiled seductively. I even tossed my wig back, but it wasn't on securely and flew off the back.

"Mick?" Nikita questioned as she opened the door, just to push her head out enough for me to see her.

"Would you like to do the time warp, popsicle?" I questioned and Nikita stared at me. For a wild second, I thought I was going to make a hit. She even groaned a little. I was sure I had the ticket into her heart.

The door in my face stopped those thoughts again.

And it went on and on. Nikita trampling my heart like the jacket that is placed over a puddle for the fair woman, all I was wet.

She hated the Indian, said I was a reject from the Village People. I took that personally. I like the Village People and they are going to have a comeback one of these days. Then I will have the last laugh!

Merlin and the Jester had the same sort of reaction. Brief laughter and then a door in my face.

Then last night, I knew I had less than a day to come up with an outfit. I was outside in the hallway, pacing back and forth, in a tizzy because I didn't know what I was going to do! I had my hands deep into the pockets of the jacket I was wearing.

It was silk of course.

Nikita walked up the stairs with a couple bags in her hand and yelled.

"What?" I questioned as she stared at him. She shook her head as she looked from my bare feet to my baldhead.

"The King, from the King and I? I think you can do better.... You look almost normal!" Nikita pointed out and walked into her apartment quickly. I shook my head and leaned against the wall. I was about to throw a truce when I got the idea to end all ideas. I knew what Nikita wanted to see on Halloween and I knew who I would be.

The bar was crowded when I entered. It was the way I like bars, crowded and filled with many half nude women. I moved through the crowd, trying to keep in character, in order to impress Nikita. The boots felt too heavy and the jacket was so hot, but I wasn't about to change everything.

It was perfect.

I saw Nikita against the bar, laughing with a clown with brown glasses, Birkoff. I smiled, as I looked Nikita up and down. Her hair was up in pigtails, with fluffy ponytail holders holding them in place. She had a tight and short school uniform on, with loafers and knee-highs.

"Nikita?" I questioned and she turned around with a bright smile.

"Tonight, it's Brittany... Brittany Spears..." Nikita stated and then dropped her head. She looked at me and blinked her eyes. "Where is your costume?"

"I'm wearing it," I stated as I lifted my head. I knew I nailed the person perfectly, the one person that she wanted to see for Halloween. The person of Nikita's dreams.

"Oh? Who are you trying to be? Bruce Lee?" Nikita questioned and I shook my head. I was sure that the wig, called Hong Kong Man would have been a dead give away, along with the black sunglasses on my head.

"Come on, Popsicle.... I'm Michael!" I stated out and Birkoff spat out his beer with laughter. I was sure that I had the Prince of the King, the Angel of Darkness, and the Man of all Evil Things down perfectly. I was sure that I could even show Nikita a few tricks that the Valentine Operative didn't have in his portfolio.

"You're what?" Nikita spat out and I flinched like I was a joke of the party. This was about my twelve outfits and Nikita was finding it too funny.

"Well.. he got the boots..." Birkoff pointed out and Nikita smugly smiled.

"Well... the pants are all wrong... Michael's mission pants are tight..." Nikita pointed out and Birkoff nodded his head. I stared at Nikita and pulled off my wig and stared at Nikita.

"I tried really hard for this popsicle! Do I see Michael around here?" I questioned with anger and Nikita looked around and leaned against the bar.

"I don't think you looked, Mick," Nikita stated as she looked to Birkoff. "I really thought he would dress up as Austin Powers... at least the accent would be right..."

"Brittany..." a familiar French accented voice stated out and Nikita turned and smiled.

And there was Michael.

In a Toga.

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