Bombalurina's eyes fluttered open as the morning set in. The golden rays of sunshine passed through the entrance of the pipe she was in, flashing in her eyes. She blinked, annoyed. Ugh. The sun was always interrupting her beauty sleep. That's why she loved the sun. She squinted out at the world, her sight slowing returning. She sat up, and stretched, the muscles in her back cracking. She shivered. Goose bumps riddled her skin and her silky fur stood on end. Her pipe was cold from the night, and was not yet warmed by the sun. She slipped from her pipe, looking for something interesting to do.

Bombalurina strutted through the junkyard, her striped tail swaying behind her. A grin played on her lips. She knew she was gorgeous, and relished every moment of it. Most people said that power came in money, but real power lies in the hands of those who are attractive. At least, that's how she saw it. Sure, Bustapher Jones had propriety and money, a few shiny things, but did he have ten Toms hanging off of him, obeying his every wish? Was he the envy of every Queen in the Junkyard? Could he stun a Pollicle with one flirtatious wink? I don't think so.

Speaking of which, a group of Toms, made of Alonzo, Pouncival, and Munkustrap, talking about the past Ball, stood together by the washing machine. Bomba made her way over to them, catching their attention. She shot a playful wink at Alonzo as she passed him, her tail gently brushing against his leg, ignoring Munk. He was her sister's, after all. Not to mention, he wasn't really her type. Way to stiff. She playfully tickled Pounce under his chin, teasing him, a soft, low purr erupting somewhere inside him. She grinned. She loved this game. They stared after her as she walked away, jumping onto the TSE1 trunk, and lay on her back, sunning herself. Ahhhhh, She thought. Her white belly fur soaked in the warmth.

She sat like that for around 15 minutes. She was stretched out, so every inch of her could take in the delish rays of light. Her bliss was interrupted when she heard high squeals and giggles of the kittens somewhere to her right. Her ears perked and she sat up. Tugger. Being the only Jellicle suave and savvy enough to rival her in the ways of hearts, he was the most interesting to toy with. A devilish smile grew on her lips. Time for some real fun.

She hopped off of the car, landing gracefully on her feet. She followed the high pitched squeals of the kits to where she knew Tugger would be. As she rounded a corner, she spotted him, sitting on an empty can of paint, playing with the young Queens, lapping up their attention. He seemed to be telling them a story of his adventures on the streets.

"….and then that ugly Pollical came right at me!"

"Oh, Tugger! What did you do?" Etcetera said, her eyes wide. She was nearly on his lap, leaning onto him.

"Well, he was charging, so I-"

"Ran like mad?"

Tugger looked up to see who had interrupted him, irritated. He relaxed when he saw Bombalurina, who stood in front of him, her hands on her hips. Cetty looked up and pouted at the sight of the red Queen. She disliked anyone who took the attention of her beloved Tugger, and Bomba was the only one who seemed to be able to hold his attention for more than a few moments. Tugger stood from his throne, looking her over.

"And to what do I owe this pleasure?" He purred, raising an eyebrow with a grin.

"Just thought I'd drop by and see how the Jellicals favorite baby sitter was doing."

Several of the kits grumbled and whined about this, not enjoying being called babies. Tugger paid no mind to them and walked closer to Bomba. "You sure that's all?" He whispered, his lips brushing her ear.

Bomba faked contemplating. "I believe so…" she said, a mischievous glow in her eyes. This was way too easy. She had him right where she wanted him.

Tugger wrapped his arms around her waste, earning several meows of disapproval from the kits. Bomba spun out of his arms, and teasingly blew him a kiss.

"Catch you later, Tiger."

And she walked off, satisfied with herself. But Tugger seemed to have other plans. He swiftly caught her hand, pulling her back, and catching her off guard.

"Oh, no you don't." He dipped her, planting a light kiss on her lips. After a second he dropped her, turning away as if nothing had happened. She caught herself, falling on her hands. She splayed her legs out in front of her, reclining back on her hands, watching him walk back to his fan club. This is so not over.