The night was as black as a certain Kid's hair, the moon making up for his three white stripes. There were no stars but the street lamps lit up the available. A boy with pure white hair swaggered along a flat chested dirty blonde.
"Maka where are we going?" the white haired boy signed and shoved his hands into his pockets, "It's freezing, and you are so dead if you don't have a good reason for being out here."
"Yeah, yeah calm down Soul it isn't cold." The dirty haired blonde replayed. After 10 or 20 minutes they finally arrived at an old, rusty warehouse.
"Why are we here?" Soul raised an eyebrow and eyed the place up and down.
"Be quiet, you'll have to wait and see." She shoved the teen then proceeded to try and put a blind fold on him, after a long struggle.
"Why am I being blinded folded?"
"I said be quiet, you'll have to wait and see."
"Hmph, fine…" those were the only words Maka heard as she dragged the warehouse door with a loud creak.
She slammed the door shut and nodded to a certain pink haired meister and a red haired pervert father.
"SURPRISE!" The blind fold dropped from Soul and a certain amount of weapons and meisters.
"Happy anniversary," the six weapons and meisters looked in confusion as Lord Death stepped up, "welcome children. It's been exactly one year since you all defeated the kishin." They all signed in relief and began partying with the students and teachers.
A few hours later people started leaving until only the seven teens were left; Maka, Soul, Death the Kid, Liz, Patty, Tsubaki and Black Star. It wasn't long before a wine bottle became the height of entertainment.
"Come on we should play this…hic." Liz frantically waved a now empty bottle in the air as she chanted, "Spin the bottle! Spin the bottle!"