Long time no see, right??

Enjoy.

Half an hour later, in the Hall of Khledon Lurt, the wedding feast was in full swing. Darren's gang took over half of the High Table at the front of the room, leaving the other end of the table for the groom's side of the family. The rest of the guests, both arachnid and Vampiric, were seated at the regular tables. Hundreds of huge steak, burgers, hot dogs, pizzas, and roast chickens had been brought up from the Hall of Flames, along with huge pots of raw meat, for the more traditional guests. On the sipder's side of the hall, there was a short, wide table stacked with bowls of flies, moths, worms, and various other delecacies.

But the one thing that totally surpassed everything from the last party was the Bar. Darren and Larten had not been informed of this, but Mika and Arrow had ordered a supply of dynamite off eBay, and proceeded to blast a crater in the side of the Hall, and turn it into a Wild West style bar, comlete with a mechanical bull (which Seba found highly disturbing). And of course a selection of drinks that included everything from Bud to Vex to 10000$ bottles of wine to fruity little coolers (which Kurda favoured). And that was only the alcohol, there was also great jugs of white, chocolate and strawberry milk (especially for Darren), a rainbow of every colour of Gatorade imaginable (to fulfill even Harkat's wildest dreams), good old-fashioned Coke, ("I haven't indulged in this since the vacation!" Paris delighted.), a giant coffee-expresso-mocha-latte maker that was capable of whipping up every flavour of coffee, expresso, mocha, and latte in existence (Larten didn't complain.), and of course, low-sugar decafinated all-natural dye-free wholeseome fruity drinks, ordered with Seba in mind.

Back at the High Table, Kurda was having quite a hard time cutting his steak, which was larger than his head.

"Mika? Mika? Mika Mika Mika?"

"WHAT!"

"Could you cut this? In like, little pieces? That I can fit into my mouth?"

"No."

"Whyyyeeeeeeeeee?"

Mika turned to his opposite side.

"Darren, why did you seat me right beside him?"

"For situations just like this!" Darren said through a mouthful of pizza.

Mika sighed miserably, reached under the table, withdrew his sword, and began to chop.

On the other side of the table, Seba was panicking because the beverage he thought was blood was in fact all-natural fruit juice.

"How-how dare you! What gives you the right to force-feed me this abomination?"

"Nobody forced you! You picked it up and started chugging it!" Arrow snorted.

"It is surely spiked with lethal poison!" Sea groused. "If i do not receive an antidote, I will die in seconds!"

"Actually, it is...low-sugar decafinated...all-natural dye-free...wholeseome fruit juice!" Harkat informed him. "It is reccomended...by leading health experts...for children with...ADHD."

Seba tilted his head to the side and narrowed his eyes. Picked up the glass and gave it a long sniff. And decided he didn't agree with Harkat, and proceeded to fall off his chair and have a seizure on the floor.

"Jeez, Arrow, did you actually poison it?" Darren groaned, running over at the commotion.

"Really, Arrow, we all know you don't like Seba, but did you have to dispose of him at the Wedding Feast, of all things?" Paris frowned reproachfully.

"I didn't poison him, it's all in his head." the bald Prince glared.

"A-a-a-a-antidote! Seba shrieked as his head repeatedly banged into the table leg. Thinking quickly, Harkat scooped the remains of a hot dog weiner off his plate, jumped off his chair, and stuffed it into Seba's mouth, promising that it was indeed an antidote. With a squeaky gasp, Seba gave a final twitch, rolled over onto his back, and lay still.

Darren peeked over the top of the table at the guests on the other side.

"Nothing to see here!" he announced with a smile and a wave.

Darren had Mika and Arrow's muscles put to use by dragging Seba back into his chair, and Darren returned to his seat, only to find that when Mika left his job of cutting Kurda's steak to observe the Seba situation, Kurda had taken matters into his own hands, and the results included a mangled fork and knife, a broken plate, and bits of steak spattered halfway up the wall, and over 8 square feet of table.

I promise to update again in this life. Reviews sure help.

*Roxxy,