It was sure to be the happiest day of Leanne's life. Some people freaked out when the word got out she was marrying King Kilvas, the duke of deception, the lord of lies, and an all around asshole in general, really. But nobody knew him the way she did. I guess it's easy to understand someone when you've been friends since early childhood. Despite anyone's protests (mostly Tibarns) she had already made her decision, and she wasn't turning back now. But there was still no way her lady friends weren't going to see her off for the next chapter in her life… Bachelorette party.

"And she's finally tying the knot! Congratulations!" cheered an already tipsy Queen Hatari, throwing her arm over Leanne.

"Th-thanks… Nailah."

"Oh, don't be so modest. It's your last day of freedom! There is no way I'm letting the sister of one of my best friends go out without a bang."

She smiled sheepishly. It was her nature to be as meek as she was, but she couldn't help but feel a little guilty for enjoying herself so much. For all she knew, Naesala was probably out running errands, making arrangements, maybe even getting to bed early in preparation for their big day.

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"Hahahaha! Fuck yesh!" Bellowed the super trashed King Kilvas, as he danced with the greased-up half naked floozies straddling his legs.

Tibarn knew he didn't like what he saw, but he wasn't going to be caught dead being the asshole buzzkill that brings the whole party down. Instead he stood tall, raised his bottle in the air, and exclaimed:

"Ive known this son of a bitch my whole life, fought beside him in many wars, and I still hate his damn guts."

The whole room bellowed, laughing their asses off. "Same to yous, big guy!" he said amidst the chaos, swaying back and forth.

"But he really surprised me with this one, and I can only hope he doesn't betray his wife as many times as he did me. Congratulations, man."

Now Naesala was feeling the epic, drunk 'I love you man' feeling. He walked over to the hawk king, placing a hand on his shoulder, shouting "Somebody give my dude here a lap dance!" holding a handful of coin in the air. Vika strutted over, barely clothed saying "That'd be me, babe." Pushing him into a chair, she straddled his lap, placing her hands on his shoulders. "Enjoying the party?" Tibarn smiled. "Heh, I am now."

Ike and Ranulf stared eachother in the eyes, deadlocked in competition. Before anyone knew it, their stares met the ceiling as a huge group of people surrounding chanted "DRINK! DRINK! DRINK! DRINK! DRINK! DRINK! DRINK!" In a matter of mere seconds, Ranulf had managed to put down a mug of the vile concoction known as beer, ale, and moonshine. Ike finished his a few seconds later, tossing the 50 gold into the blue cat's lap.

"You win this one, you tricky bastard. How the hell did you get so good at that, anyway?" "Shit, I partied all the time back before the mad king's war. Once I had to start putting up with that retard Skrimir, I fell back into old habits."

Ike grinned. "Making the headaches go away the only way you knew how, huh?"

"Could be worse. I've still got, like, half my brain cells, or some bullshit…"

Ranulf started fading out a little. Ike brought him back on track. "Speaking of old habits…"

The cat perked up, remembering his obligation. "Oh shit! Almost forgot! Nice one, Ike." He said, fumbling around in his bag, looking for something. After about ten seconds, his smile dropped. "You've gotta be fuckin kidding me…"

"What?"

"…I don't have it."

"You're serious?" Ike said with a look of dissatisfaction on his face. Ranulf sighed and rubbed his eyes.

"My bad, Ike. I forgot I was supposed to bring the grass."

"No worries." Said a deep voice, coming from another corner of the room. Volug approached, half empty bottle of 151 in one hand, large leather bag in the other. He placed the bag on the table. Ranulf opened the bag, took a deep smell, and his grin came back.

"Damn, this stuff smells strong! Where did you get it?"

"I grow it back in Hatari. I got Nailah to legalize the shit there, so I'm free to make a profit off anybody." He leaned against the chair behind him.

"You seriously expect me to cross a fucking desert of death without a fatass sack fresh Hatari homegrown at my side? I take the shit everywhere." Ike and Ranulf stood up, shaking the wolf's hand, proudly proclaiming "Three cheers for the weedman!" The crowd chimed in. "WEEDMAN! WEEDMAN! WEEDMAN!" Right then, Volug knew what it was to be the savior of the party. It was an honor reserved only for the most knowledgeable and prepared. A rare smile was brought to the wolf's face. "Well, what are we dickin' around here for? Go grab me a bong."

In that next hour and a half, the Weedman had shown the party an assortment of tricks they would never forget. He could hit a bong like no other. He could roll a joint or blunt with one hand. He smoked the blunt, finished the rest of his bottle, and burped out a smoke ring. This guy definitley knew what he was doing. His display was starting to take its toll on his brain when he suddenly remembered something.

"Ah, fuck! We completely forgot!" Volug and Ranulf looked at eachother through crimson eyes. "Well, shit! If we're going to make it, we've got to go now!"

"Wait… wha the fuck you guys talkin' about?" Slurred a completely gone Ike.

"We, uhhh… made like this deal, and shit, and we're supposed to be going... somewhere." trailed Volug, a blank expression on his face.

"Well, whatchu waitin for, man? Let's go, lets go!" Said Ranulf.

Stumbling aroun slightly, and bumping into eachother more than once, they both transformed and headed toward door. Ranulf looked back and said "Peace, Ike! We'll be back before the parties over! Make sure nobody touches my damn glass!" and with that, they were out. Ike sank in his chair, belatedly raised a thumbs up in the air. He began laughing to himself, noticing how funny it was watching super trashed animals trying to sprint somewhere.