Raving Crossburn & Pegacider
Author's Note: Enjoy the story and R&R.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to or of MAZICA PARTY.
Pairing: Established Kezuru x Cratch.
Summary:
Dis wedding reception is seriously hype!
Throbbing electronic music, coloured spotlights, confetti cannons, flamethrowers, jumbotrons, glow sticks, balloons, Balnya leading the crowd in a chant of "Yay, yay, yay! Say, say, say!", and Discou DJing with random BANG BANG BANGs punctuating the background noise? Was this a wedding reception, or did Eric wander into a rave?
"How can Kezuru and Cratch afford this?"
"That would be moi!" Kanna waved towards herself. "I still think we should have spent extra on a jello pool, but a certain Mazin called it 'rash' of me to fill a swimming pool full of raspberry and berry blue jello, so here we are! No jello pool! Who was that, I wonder?"
"Speaking of Kezuru and Cratch, has anybody seen the new couple? Kinda strange for the grooms to be skipping out on their own party!" Surp was adequately surp-prised.
"They've gotta to be around here! Right, Jagooja?"
"A hydration break, Kanna," the faucet Mazin postulated, seeking to divert attention off him raining all over Kanna's jello pool idea.
They last saw Kezuru and Cratch jetting down the road and hopping rooftops in the direction of the party venue via skateboard, a "Just Married" sticker slapped to Wanisuke, and a bunch of cans jangling behind them.
"Probably went to grab themselves some of Pegacider's Sparkling Heaven! This stuff's amazin'!" Prise slurped his drink. "A Mazin? Get it? Hahahahaha!"
Pegacider of the Legendary Seven Mazin had relented to Kezuru's request to bartend. A young wizard on his knees, begging more times than he could scratch a Mazica! Kezuru's pleading left Pegacider positively feverish!
The tables were also stocked with food from Mazica Academy's various Food Mazin.
Zoom in on a shirtless Kezuru and a shirtless Cratch exchanging early honeymoon tongue on a secret floor up in the plafond.
"WOOOO! We've been married a whole forty minutes! Are you ultra, super hyped hyped hyped?"
Cratch squeezed Kezuru by his bracelet. "Hm-hm-hm! Cratch's Rule #7511: It's going to take more than wet dog kisses to prove to me you're lit!"
"Seriously? Bungee jumping the ring in front of you wasn't lit?"
"You were wearing Discou's sunglasses to give you the courage, Kezuru!"
"I don't need Discou's glasses to jump from high places!"
"Heh~? I can have Petatsumuri stretch you a line of tape! Care to try?"
While Kezuru peeked nervously over the unguarded edge, his Mazica Gear fell out of his pocket, splashing into Prise's cider.
"Shit!" Kezuru's hair stood up without magical assistance.
Prise looked up and then down just as quickly.
"Hey, Prise! Why do you have a Mazica Gear in there?" Kanna pointed.
"Don't look up," Prise warned.
They did anyway.
Crossburn Balnya's surprise punch might've struck less!
"Ummm…Yay, yay, yay! Say, say, say?" Kezuru didn't know what to do with his arms.
Cute.
Mad respect. Cratch picked the winner.