Disclaimers in chapter one. Sorry about the delay in updating. I had hoped to post sooner. If the readers could please post reviews, I would like to know how the story is doing. Any review would be welcome.

"Me too…Momma I'm starving. Is there any food left from dinner?"

"You know there is Sammy. I made enough for an army."

Stefan visibly perked up, "Nikolas, if I'm hearing what I think I am hearing we are in for a treat."

"Aunt Alexis please tell me that you made Giavourlakia Avgolemono."

Zander smiled, "Ohhh yeah she did, and there are Gemistas and Baklava for dessert. I love it when Mom throws down the Greek food."

"As you should young man, Little-one, you are a dear. Let us go home and have a midnight feast."

"I think I heard the magic words of Natasha and Greek food." Luke whined, "Please wait so I can kick everyone out. I want some too."

Alexis rolled her eyes and heaved a dramatic sigh, "Oh all right. Just hurry up. If you have to, use your special friend to help. We'll even lend you a couple of ours if it gets the job done quicker."

Luke whooped out a triumphant yell, and ran to the stage. He tapped the microphone and then delivered his message, "Party's over everyone settle their tab and get the hell out. Natasha cooked up some vittles and I want to get in on the action. So chop chop, tally ho, and all that good crap. Any stragglers will be helped out by my new special Russian friends."

In order to leave the Cornithos' had to pass by the Capwell's table, and Carly being who she was couldn't keep her mouth shut when she heard Samantha comment to her mother, "Uncle Luke will never change will he Momma?" Carly stopped directly in front of Samantha and decided to be confrontational. "Uncle Luke!?! He's not your uncle. You're that psycho whore Alexis' kid. You look just like her, and seem to be just as delusional."

Before Carly could spout any more venom Samantha butted in, "Am I supposed to know who you are?"

Carly sputtered with righteous indignation, "What do you mean by that? I'm Carly Corinthos Sonny's wife."

"Do you want a cookie, maybe a pat on the head? So what you mean absolutely nothing to me." Samantha turned to Sonny, "Mr. Corinthos, a word of advise. Keep your puppy-prostitute of a wife on a short leash, or she'll make you look like a bigger fool than she already does." She turned back to Carly, "I know you have no class, and I'll let you off with a warning this time. Never insult my mother again. That will force my hand, and something unpleasant will happen. We don't want that to happen now, do we?" She pats Carly on the cheek to add even more insult to injury. "Run along now. Ta-Ta."

The entire group laughs, as Carly stutters and turns a shade of red that borders on purple. She glares at Samantha who is wearing a maddening smirk, and raises her hand to slap her. That was far as she managed to get. She found her hand held in a vice-like grip. "Zander! What are you doing here with these people?"

He snarls and throws her hand down, "You lift a hand to my sister again, and woman or not I will make sure you never have use of it again."

"You're sister. You don't have a sister. Sonny what is he talking about?"

"Gee Chester, it seems that she is a little confused. I thought the sister thing was pretty obvious."

"Stop calling me Chester! Mom, seriously now, we need to have a family meeting about the Chester thing. You're a lawyer fix my birth certificate or something."

"Now son, Chester is a fine name. I don't see why you insist that it is so horrible."

"Yeah little brother, or should I say Chester."

A piercing whistle cut through the air, and stopped the arguments in their tracks. Alexis stood with her arms akimbo tapping a foot. "Good job Chester. You pissed Momma off."

"Shut-up Spammy."

"No both of you shut-up. Samantha stop calling your brother Chester. Chester stop rising to your sister's bait; you know she does it to set you off. Quit falling for it. Now both of you stop playing with the peasants. You don't know where they have been. As for you Mrs. Corinthos, next time you have a thought, let it go. Please refrain from speaking to my children." She turned to her family, "It seems as Luke is almost finished, why don't you guys gather up our things and start towards the car. I'll be right out with Luke."

Mason kissed his wife, smiled, and headed for the door. "You heard the boss. Let's go. Chester, be a good lad and help your sister."