Chapter Four

Night had fallen yet again, and most of the day was spent in relaxation. David and Isla had spent the time sleeping in their individual rooms, while Ian was busy brewing health potions, and secretly getting high from the fumes, and Diane had decided to take a quick nap herself before waking up and taking a long bath. Malaclypse was… somewhere within the bounded field that was the magnificent mansion. Diane had just finished her near two hour long soak, and was standing in front of a full length mirror, admiring her body, and thinking of what to wear for her event of the night. As she stared into the mirror she hear a series of rapid knocks from her door.

"Who is it?" She asked knowing better than to just assume who was behind the door.

"It's me, I'm coming in." Isla says from behind the door, before she quickly opens it and dashes in.

"Good, I am trying to pick something to wear, and I need help with my hair and my make-up." Dian says as she points to her vanity. Isla nods and walks over to pick up a simple hairbrush before walking back over to Diane and handing it to her.

"Here, I will help with the make up later, for now whatcha gonna wear?" Isla says as she pulls up Diane's suitcase and begins to rifle through all the fancy dresses and formal wear. Pulling out an elegant short black dress, Isla holds it up for Diane to see.

"How about this, it looks good." Isla says holding the dress up.

"I don't want to kill your brother Isla." Diane says as she brushes her hair, angrily attacking a knot of her hair.

"But you should, come on Diane you always talk about looking drop dead gorgeous so why not make Ian drop dead?" Isla asks as she holds onto the black dress.

"Keep looking, if I don't like anything else then we can circle back." The Aasimar singer says with a sigh. With a smug look, the red haired grenadier lays the dress out on the bed and continues to look. A few seconds later she comes up with a floor length red dress.

"Oh this one is cute." Isla says causing Diane to look up, and a sad smile to cross he face.

"Not that one, Jack bought it for me shortly after we got together, I… I don't even know why I kept it." She says feeling the memories of Jack trying to flood into her mind. Isla sees the turmoild on her friends face and makes a snap decision. Pulling out a bomb Isla balls the dress around it and throws it into the bathroom.

"Isla what are you doing?" Diane yell ass she runs to the door just in time to watch the bomb explode and catch fire to the dress.

"Look I know your real confused and shit but all you history with Jack is just that, history. No need to go digging it up if you don't have to." She says as she stomps out the smoldering cloth, now nothing but a pile of ash.

"You know what, you're right! Cheap bastard probably stole it anyway." Diane says as she walks back to the bed and picks up the black dress.

"Speaking of cheap bastards, what do you think the boys are doing?" Diane asks as she shimmies into the dress.

Meanwhile David, Lancer and Malaclypse were each holding a forty ounce bottle of liquor, and a bowl of beans was resting next to David while they all crowded into Ian's cramped room. Ian was standing in front of a mirror Smoothing out his dress shirt and undone tie while he had a towel over his hair. In his hands he held up two vests trying to decide between them.

"I'm telling you Ian, a vest isn't the way to go, just the dress shirt will be fine." David says slightly tipsy from his bottle of whisky. Lancer, standing next to him grunts in agreement and downs his third bottle, the mundane alcohol doing little to his constitution.

"I disagree, the vest could be a nice touch if he does it right." Malaclypse says slightly more drunk than David as he is a fourth of the way through his bottle.

"Thanks for your help guys really, but I think I can dress myself, where the hell did you even get that much whiskey?" Ian asks as he chooses a simple black vest to button up over his crisp white shirt.

"This castle can make food and water, and no no you can't." Lancer says as he holds out an open palm for another large bottle of whisky to appear.

"I hate to say it but he is right Ian, you don't have the best social skills, and your hair is…" The mage assassin says from his seat gesturing to the towel on Ian's head.

"What's wrong with my hair?" Ian asks as he removes the towel to reveal the mess of red locks jutting out in every direction.

"Do you want to tell him or should I?" David asks as he looks to Malaclypse.

"Ok I get it… how do I fix it?" Ian asks to the room at large. Malaclypse stands up and grabs a brush from in front of Ian before attacking his hair.

"Janne how do you know how to do this?" Ian asks, hissing as the assassin hits a knot in his hair.

"Look at the man's hair Ian, if he didn't do this birds would nest in it." David says as he point to the assassins brown hair.

"Hold still Ian, it takes longer when you move." Janne says as he continues to fight a knot of hair. " When was the last time you brushed your hair?"

"Um, I run my fingers through it every so often but the last real time I had it brushed was before my moth… before my mom died." Ian says choking up as he thinks about his mom, before shaking his head.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to bring up those kinds of memories. Anyway that should be good enough for now." The mage killer says as he tosses the brush behind him and lets Ian look in the mirror. The usual long mess of red hair is now less of a crazy mess and more of a tamed one.

"Damn, that isn't half bad." David says sipping from his bottle. Placing the whisky aside he stands up and takes the ties from Ian before throwing one back at him. "That should work." He says. Ian shrugs and ties on the red tie.

"Hey… he looks like a decent human now." Lancer says as he pushes off the wall and disappears. Janne and David nodd before going to leave before hearing a knock coming from the door.

"Hey Ian hurry the fuck up!" Isla yells from the door.

"Alright give me a second!" Ian yells back before turning back to David and Janne, "Thanks for the help guys."

"Not a problem" Jenna says as he seemingly disappeared into the shadows.

"Don't fuck it up McCraken." David warns. Ian nods, a small smile on his face as he walks out past Isla to go meet with Diane. David follows slightly behind him but the warlock is stopped by Isla's outstretched arm.

"We not gonna follow him?" David asks in confusion.

"Not this time, got a better idea." Isla says catching the young warlock's attention.

"And what would that be?" He asks.

"I'm calling in that favor you owe me, we are going to go kill time." Isla says as she grabs his hand and leads him away.

AN

Here is Chapter Four…. I am gonna be honest for a second, I am just building up the story right now so there isn't much to say. Please Read and Review thank you and Tara

P.S So next chapter I have a suprise that I have now spent A FUCKING MONTH trying to write.