Zelgadis drove through the open gateway up the long driveway of 2190 Astral Break Boulevard and his eyes tried to escape his skull as Xellos' house came into view, if one could call the mammoth structure looming before him a house.

The term "estate" or "mansion" would apply far better, with two stories of wealthy grandeur spread out before it and a beautiful and healthy lawn that ran all the way to the ornate stone and iron bar fence that ran all the way around the 80 acre property. On either side of the drive were symmetrically arranged statues and shrubs, complimenting the more modern look of the actual mansion; Both of Xellos' parents were involved with and obsessed with antiques, quite a lucrative business for them.

Off toward the back of the property was a large patch of forest with the tiniest glimpse of a shimmering lake hidden within the trees. Xellos had told Zelgadis that the parents had a Victorian-style house with a boathouse nearby the shore, large enough to house a small servant staff as well as a family of seven comfortably.

"And to think, this is only a few minutes away from my house." Xellos' family was one of several dozen families that owned large estates in Atlas Heights, making for very odd insertions into the more traditional urban center Atlas Heights was.

As he drove into the circle by the front doors, he saw Lina, dressed in a long, oversized blood-red dress, buttoned all the way down the front and adorned with thick cuffs on the sleeves. Her hair was colored an odd pink color, and she wore oversized eyeglass frames. She smiled when she saw him, and walked toward the car, flagging him down as she came up to his window.

            As he rolled it down, she waved and giggled slightly, "Hey, you've got to keep going to the other side of the house, where you'll see my vehicle parked on a side road leading to the garages. Just park wherever."

            "Thanks," he nodded, "By the way, cute costume." He drove on ahead, leaving her to watch the car pull away.

            Looking at himself in the mirror, he wondered if his outfit looked okay. Everyone was going to die laughing when they saw this.

            "Xellos," he heard Lina call from downstairs, "Zelgadis just got here!"

            "Okay, just show him to the living room first, and we'll figure things out when I come down," he shouted back, then returned to the mirror, "Amelia, I have a question."

            "Yes?" She answered as she came walking up to him.

            "How do I look?" He looked at the eye shadow and his accented lashes, slightly rouged cheeks, and wondered to himself. It felt like it was just another joke, something he could get a laugh out of people with.

            "Well, Mr. Xellos, you actually make a fairly sexy girl," Amelia said, "But you need lipstick to finish it all off." She pulled out a stick of it and got in front of him, ready to put it on for him, "I still can't believe you can actually fit in your mother's clothes. That red silk looks really good on you."

            "It's Chinese," he said as he leaned in for Amelia, "It was a little loose, until I completed the disguise and gave myself a pair of boobs." The foam pads he had used were perfect, staying in place without crumpling under the pressure of the cloth. He looked to her costume, "Now, what are you supposed to be again?"

            She laughed as he smacked his lips and she put the cap back on the lipstick, "These are wizard's robes, Xellos, and the red and gold symbol represent my school's house."

            Xellos nodded, "Right, um, Gryffindirk, right?" He had read several of the books, but never paid any real attention to them.

            "Come on Xellos…it's Gryffindor, the main character's house," she smiled, "I love those books…I wish I could use magic."

            "The day you do is the day I become a priest," Xellos said, "And besides, what would we need magic for, we have technology." He looked back to the mirror. He did look sexy, didn't he? He struck a pose, trying his best to imitate a seductress. But, it didn't quite seem to fit, or did it?

            "Xellos, Zelgadis is here."

            Xellos turned quickly. He'd been wondering if he was going to show, or if he would've been his usual anti-social self and stubbornly remained at home.

            Walking out of his room, he crossed to the banister and looked down into the foyer where Lina and Zelgadis stood. When he noticed Zelgadis' slate-gray pinstripe suit under a black overcoat, shined dress shoes with spats, cocked gray fedora, and toy revolver, he felt his face grow warm; he looked good dressed up.

            "Mobster, eh?" Xellos called from above. Zelgadis' eyes traced up the double-staircase and along the banister until he saw Xellos, earrings dangling from his ears and lipstick on his lips. Part of him recoiled, and he cocked an eyebrow toward him.

            "Drag?"

            Xellos hurried to the stairs, and Zelgadis could clearly hear the sound of clicking heels. He shook his head and spoke under his breath, "You have no shame."

            Xellos was dressed in a crimson and gold Chinese silk dress, which clung tightly to his figure. A thought floated to Zelgadis, and he checked Xellos' chest. When he noticed the rounded protrusions, he nodded; Xellos actually could pass for a decent woman overall…He shook his head to clear the thought.

            "What do you think?" Xellos asked, opening a fan and covering his face, peering over the edge with his eyes.

            "Only you Xellos," Zelgadis chuckled, "Only you could pull off something like this."

            "Oh, I'm sure you'd be able to do it to Zel," Xellos said as he came down the stairs, "You'd definitely make a hot little number, maybe some black, some white…"

            "I get the idea," Zelgadis interrupted as he looked around, "Am I the first one here?" The inside of the house was massive. To his left was a room set up as an Asian tearoom, complete with the tables one knelt at and pillows for chairs. To his right was a room that appeared to be plucked from the harem of some Persian prince, with enormous pillows and expensive-looking rugs spread luxuriously about the room, small tables with incense burners in the shapes of elephants.

            "No, Jiras and Zangulus got here earlier. They're helping with the setup. We still need to decorate this area. Would you be willing to help out?"

            Zelgadis looked to Lina, who smirked at him, her glasses dangling on the edge of her nose, giving her an almost bookish cuteness and innocence. He felt the heat rise in his face, and he looked away, "Sure, why not?"

            "Well, if you had said 'no', I would have had to get rough," Lina said, cocking a flirting eyebrow.

            "Like in detention?"

            Her smile vanished, her temper flaring, "What's that supposed to mean?"

            Zelgadis met her temper with his attitude, staring coolly into her eyes, "You know what you did to me. Don't pretend to not understand what I meant."

            "And don't pretend to me either," Lina shot, "You know I wouldn't hesitate to hit you again, and I know you didn't like it."

            "My, my," Xellos interjected, "Isn't this lovely? Now Zelgadis, go into the kitchen and get the box I've labeled for the tearoom. Lina, follow me and we'll decorate the Persian sitting room."

            Lina only huffed and walked into the Persian room, leaving Zelgadis standing in the foyer and Xellos trotting after her. Zelgadis only shrugged, and then started to wander, not sure where to start.

            "Oh Zelgadis, the kitchen is straight ahead on the left side of the stairs," Xellos called as he disappeared around the corner of the Persian room. Zelgadis nodded to himself and walked to the door, which swung open when he pushed on it.

            "Who's that," Jiras' voice called, looking up to see Zelgadis, "Zelgadis, good to see you made it!" Zelgadis was forced to smirk; Jiras was dressed in an old tunic, boots, and cutlass in its sheath, fake gold hoops in his ears, a bright red bandana tied against his forehead, and a toy flintlock pistol tucked into his belt.

            "Yo ho ho," Zelgadis mused, giving his voice a gritty tone, "So mate, be ye after booty?"

            "Aye sir that I be!" Jiras cried enthusiastically, "And good booty is to be had here sir; the lasses present are rather pleasing to the eye."

            "There will be no pillaging under my eye, pirate," Zangulus said as he entered from a side door, dressed in the blue over tunic with the silver fleur-delis on its front, rapier at his side, and plume in his musketeer hat, "By the declaration of the king himself."

            "Nice costumes guys," Zelgadis chuckled.

            "Thank you, Zel Capone," came Jiras' response, "What're you doing back here?"

            "Xellos sent me back here to gather the decorations for the tearoom and start setup," he said, "Would you guys know where they would be?"

            "Right here," Jiras said as he thumped a box with his feet, "We'll help you; we've already finished with our own parts of the house."

            Jiras seized the box, and the three of them walked through a side door into yet another room, this one designed in the colonial style, and into the tearoom. They unpacked the box and began setup, chatting about the band and music.

            "Where do you think I should place the spirit shrine," Zangulus asked.

            "The center of the room, where the lights will has the best effect," Zelgadis responded as he hung up a frightening monster mask.

            Get this party started on a Saturday night

            Everybody's waiting for me to arrive

            Sending out the message to all of my friends

            We'll be looking flashy in our Mercedes Benz…*

            The sound of the song blasted into the foyer and rang throughout the house. Zelgadis heard Amelia yell, "I got it working, Xellos!"

            Swaying with the music, Zelgadis finished putting up the mask and walked back over the box to look for another decoration. When he saw none, he grabbed it and walked into the foyer, where the music could be heard the best. Xellos and Lina came out of the Persian room, having appropriately decorated it as well, Lina carrying the box.

            "Xellos, where is she piping the music from?" Zelgadis half yelled. Xellos made a motion to Amelia, who retrieved a small black remote and pressed a button, lowering the volume to a dull roar.

            "My parents have the entire house rigged to be operated by computer, so I simply am using that with a butt-load of mp3s being played over the house's stereo system."

            "Nice," Zelgadis nodded, "Is there anything else we need to do?"

            "Decorate the foyer and stairs," Xellos said, "Amelia, what time do you have?"

            "7:15 Xellos," Amelia replied cheerfully, "But with the entire group working on this, we should be ready for the other guests by quarter-till 8."

            "Right," Xellos nodded, "Alright, let's get to it. Jiras, Zangulus, fetch the rest of the decorations from the kitchen, and we'll get started."

            Jiras and Zangulus dashed into the kitchen and returned with several boxes, they unpacked, and the group began to speedily assemble, hang, drape, and otherwise decorate the stairs and foyer.

            "Severed head in a box? Nice touch Xellos," Zelgadis chimed in.

            "Yes, it is a popular piece.

"Lina, the Necronomicon belongs in the case that's still in the box; position it near the coat closet.

"Zangulus, a little easier on the cobwebs; we do need to make sure to get it everywhere.

"Amelia, you and Jiras go and get the food set up in the tearoom and Persian room."

By the time Xellos was finished giving orders, the time had become 7:55, and they all slumped in chairs as they sat to rest in the kitchen, which was designed to look like a 50s malt shop, only with the kitchen attached.

"Your folks have odd tastes," Jiras said, slouching heavily.

"They're antique freaks," he said, smiling tiredly, "But, it's where they make their money; buying, selling, restoring, and trading antiques."

"So, every room in this house is designed to a certain time period?" asked Lina, staring at the kitchen's countertops and all the odd devices that were scattered about them.

"Well, yes, everywhere except for my room," Xellos agreed, "That is my personal space, and my parents would never disturb it."

"Of course, your parents are never really home, right?" Zelgadis chimed in.

"Yeah, they're usually out on business. But, they always stop and check on me once every few weeks, unless they're on trips, then they call me."

"Has to be kind of nice not having anyone to follow orders from," Zelgadis said, setting his fedora down on the table.

Xellos gave a slight nod, "Yeah, the freedom is endless."

The doorbell rang, and Xellos looked to Amelia, "Would you get the door Amelia, I'm putting you in charge of greeting people."

"Okay Xellos," Amelia beamed, charging out of the kitchen toward the front door, "Hello, welcome to the party. You're a little early, the party probably won't be in full swing until 9:00, but make yourself at home. Hey, nice outfit!"

"Thank you," answered a soft voice, "You're Gryffindor outfit is awesome." A moment later, Phibrizo came through the swinging door wearing a wig of white hair; a long white beard, white robes, and carried a white staff completed the outfit.

"Fantasy buff, huh?" Xellos asked, "Are you powerful, Phibrizo?"

"My power will outlast time itself," Phibrizo answered, smiling wistfully.

"Amelia, remember to watch the door," Xellos said as he rose, moving quickly toward the kitchen door.

"Wait, where are you going?"

"Bathroom!"

The next few minutes were quiet, no one doing a thing. Finally, Lina sprang up and grabbed the remote, "Alright, let's get this party going!" With that she clicked the volume button, and the music began to boom, a heavy trance beat shaking the floor and the walls.

The doorbell rang, and Lina led the group out of the kitchen into the foyer, her hips swinging wickedly to the beat. A group of ghosts, skeletons, cheerleaders, and zombies made their way through the front door and into the foyer, where they divided and crossed into the tearoom and Persian room.

"Looks like things are underway," Zelgadis commented, "Lina, how many people did Xellos invite?"

"Not sure. He said that his original invitations just disappeared, and so he made some new ones; he doesn't even remember all the people he invited, save for the band and a few others."

Zelgadis nodded; this really wasn't too bad at all, just a nice party with his friends, away from his uncle and school.

The party steadily gained members through 9:00, the total guests numbering around 70. Filia had shown up, dressed in a school uniform, and Vrumugun had shown a little later, wrapped in a black bed sheet and a demon mask poking out from underneath. Zelgadis had been nursing the same soda since 8:30, too occupied to drink as he watched the party participants, particularly Lina. He wasn't sure why, but he simply could not stop looking at her, hair tossing about as she swayed, the oversized dress hiding her hips but leaving little to the imagination.

"Having a good time watching," Xellos piped in as he popped in behind Zelgadis, "You haven't taken your eyes off of her since the other guests arrived. You know what, I think someone has a crush on…"

"Zip it, Xellos," Zelgadis hissed as he turned to face him.

"Okay, okay," Xellos excused as he backed away, "I'm just saying you should go and ask to dance with her. My bet's she'll find it favor…"

"I'll keep it in mind," Zelgadis shot, "But the longer you pressure me, the longer it'll take for me to ask."

After Xellos had vanished into the kitchen, Zelgadis returned his attention to the foyer where he had seen Lina dancing.

"What did Xellos have to say?" Lina asked, her face only inches from his own. Zelgadis started and fumbled backward, catching himself and regaining his balance.

"Nothing," Zelgadis said, looking into the tearoom.

"Nothing? From the way you were scowling at him, it didn't seem like 'nothing'," Lina countered as she placed her hands on her hips, "And besides, you haven't moved from that spot since the other people got here."

"I like it here, and what Xellos and I talked about wasn't important…"

"Then you should have no problem telling me what it is," Lina smiled as she hooked him around the arm, "on the dance floor." Dragging Zelgadis out onto the foyer, Lina started dancing around him, swaying her body seductively. Zelgadis found the heat rising quickly, and swallowed hard as he watched her sway.

"Come on Zel, loosen up a little," Lina chuckled, "Let yourself go. I know you have a rhythm in there somewhere."

Zelgadis only smiled, and then focused on the beat pounding in the background. He focused his attention on Lina, and the rest of the world around him went black. Letting the music take hold, he let himself be a marionette to the beat:

Do it all night, do it with me

I'll take you to heaven if you make me feel free

Do it tonight, do it all right

Just take me and shake 'till I burn up inside…*2

            He shook and spun, maneuvering around Lina as his body led him around the foyer, and she crossed to him, turning her back to him and sliding along with him, keeping in sway with his wild moves.

            "Wow Zel, I didn't know you could dance like this!"

            "Neither did I!"

            Lina smirked, "Well, for a hidden talent, you're good. They should outlaw that pelvis of yours though, the way you're shaking it."

            "Speak for yourself Lina," Zelgadis retorted with a chuckle, "You certainly have no trouble shaking what you've got."

            "Hey, are you telling me that my body is pitiful?" Lina asked, voice rising a little, She had made eye contact with him and ceased dancing. Zelgadis, not sure what to do, stopped also.

            "No, far from it," Zel said, trying his best to talk his way out of getting punched, "You have a great body."

            Her face narrowed, "Do you really mean that, or are you just trying to please me?"

            "Both." He looked about uneasily, but no one seemed to be paying them any attention, either too busy with the music or their conversations to notice.

            "Zel," Lina said, her tone quiet.

            "Yes?" Zel asked as he looked back to her, only to have his lips meet hers. The connection was clumsy, their teeth banging together, but Lina did not give up, completing the connection and initiating another kiss.

            Though Zelgadis was shocked, he let his body, which seemed to know what it was doing better than he, take over while he gathered his thoughts. He found it rather difficult though, as the kiss sent little ripples through his body and made his mind swim.

            Then, as quickly as it had been started, Lina withdrew her lips; leaving an almost drunken haze around both of them and making it impossible for either to do anything, save for staring stupidly at one another.

            Zelgadis could feel the warmth growing inside, a crazy kind of warmth that brought his eyelids down and his jaw to fold into a jellylike smile. She was really beautiful, and the blush did nothing be accentuate how cute she was.

            However, his moment of bliss was rudely interrupted as something smashed into him, sending him sprawling.

            "Watch out, Graywords, coming through," sounded a sadistically cheerful voice.

            The haze dispelled, Zelgadis looked up to see Amelia at the door and staring helplessly as droves of people flowed through the doorway. Though he didn't recognize many of them, he knew there was going to be a problem.

            "Zel, are you okay?" Lina asked as she bent to help him up. Zelgadis took her hand and let her help him to his feet, and then looked as to where these new partiers were going.

            "Come on Lina, let's find out what's going on here." Lina only nodded, and the two of the swept through the tearoom, following the throng of strangers out to the back landing that descended into the small hedge maze Xellos' parents had constructed on a whim.

            He stopped once he saw clearly what was going on. Sitting on the back landing were three kegs, one tapped and pouring beer for a line of waiting partiers. Standing beside the kegs was Valgarv, whose black embroidered shirt, boots with spurs, red bandana around the neck, and gun belt looked like something stolen from an old western. Next to him stood Martina, whose choice of preppy and low cut were meshed into a somewhat smutty cowgirl outfit of white leather bedecked with turquoise and gaudy shine silver, short brown leather skirt, and a sickeningly cute cowgirl hat.

            "Who invited you two?" Zelgadis asked as he approached the two of them, only to be stopped by Seigram, dressed up as a biker punk in black leather and torn denim, and Glavos, who sported the tunic and armor of a roman gladiator.

            "Ah Zel, so nice to see you again," Martina said, walking forward slowly, "I had hoped I'd have a chance to talk to you."

            "What are you doing here, Martina?" Lina spat.

            Martina looked to her, "Wait your turn Lina, I'm talking to Zelgadis right now." She walked around Seigram and Glavos, then draped an arm around Zelgadis, who instantly cringed, "Come now, Zelgadis, why be so uptight when we've known one another for so long?"

            He looked to Lina, who seemed to be silently boiling over, and then to Martina, "Martina, leave me alone." He tried to remove her arm, but she held tight to him.

            "Why be so shy Zelgadis, after all you and I have done together?" Martina mused, the words floating about like the purr of a satisfied kitten, "Don't worry Lina, I'll bring him back when I'm finished with him."

            "Get your little slut hands off of him," Lina growled, her temper obvious now, "He doesn't want you on him anyway. Zel, once you get away from her, you might want to disinfect before it sets."

            "Lina," Zelgadis spoke in a tone to calm her down, "Go get Xellos, and tell him what's going here." When she hesitated, he growled, "Will you just go? I'll be fine here."

            Lina quickly rushed off, and Zelgadis pulled Martina's arms free from his shoulders.

            "Care for a beer?" Valgarv asked, holding up a glass of foaming brew. He walked within arms' reach of Zelgadis, and held out the cup, "You know, I have a lucrative business proposition for you."

            "What? Why would I want to do business with you?"

            Valgarv only smiled, "Now Zelgadis, I know we've had some…problems in the past, but I want to set that aside right now."

            Zelgadis' eyes opened in surprise for a moment, then narrowed at him, "Okay, what were you thinking Valgarv?"

            "Ah, an excellent question, Zelgadis. Recently I've heard rumors that you're helping Lord of Nightmares improve their techniques, expand their musical talents. It really has been the talk of the high school community. I attended the last performance of Lord of Nightmares, and I must say they're impressive."

            "They are, aren't they?" Zelgadis chuckled, "And they'll keep getting better too."

            "Which is what brings me to our current conversation; I want you to quit Lord of Nightmares and come to work with my band, Dark Star."

            Zelgadis didn't bother to stifle his scoff of disbelief, "Me, work with your band? Okay Valgarv, you've finally lost it."

            "Think about it Zelgadis," Valgarv said as he leaned closer, "Dark Star is rising to the top quickly, and now that Miss Martina is willing to help fund us, we can finally land a corporate label; I know I needn't remind you of what fortune and fame we could accomplish if Dark Star made it to the big labels."

            Zelgadis eyed him for a moment, trying to be sure that Valgarv wasn't drunk, "How do you know Dark Star is going to the top, and not Lord of Nightmares?"

            Valgarv scoffed, "Zelgadis, you are the only one supporting Lord of Nightmares; Vrumugun can't play keyboard/synth worth a crap, Zangulus is borderline mediocre, Jiras has the rhythm of a dying car engine, and Lina's skill with guitar is only a smidgen above average.

            "So you see, if you join my band, with your eye for talent and style and my skills, Dark Star could be the biggest act to come out of this town since Shitenoe!" With that, Valgarv extended the cup once more, pushing the beer under Zelgadis' nose.

             Zelgadis stared at the cup for only a moment, then slapped it hard, sending the beer all over the landing. Suddenly, Glavos and Seigram each seized an arm, holding him still, and Valgarv laid a heavy punch to Zelgadis' gut.

            "Never cost us," Valgarv spat, "I try to be gentlemanly, to give you a good offer, and instead you slap me in the face and piss on my kindness. It doesn't hurt to be polite, and it hurts less to accept my offers. It wouldn't have cost you anything to accept my generosity, but it does cost to throw away my beer." With that, he drew his fist back for another punch.

            "I'd back down if I were you Valgarv," Zelgadis heard Lina's voice.

            "Violence is not the way to solve problems," chimed in Sylphiel.

            "Particularly when you outnumber your opponent," finished Gourry.

            Valgarv let his fist drop to his side, bringing his hands up instead to brush off Zelgadis' lapel.

            "Alright, what's going on here," Xellos asked as he pushed his way to the front. When he saw the beer kegs, his eyes opened and narrowed fiercely, "Alright, Valgarv, who invited you, and what are you doing with kegs at my house?"

            "It's okay Xellos," Valgarv said coolly, "Martina invited me and the rest of the gang. She told me that you had asked her to hand out invitations, so I couldn't say no, and we invited the whole gang."

            "What," Xellos asked bewildered, and looked to Martina with anger, "So, you're the one who stole my invitations."

            "So what if I did?"

            "Out! Out! Get out and take your cronies with you!"

            Zelgadis felt his skin crawl; he'd never seen Xellos get so pissed. However, he tensed up as Valgarv approached Xellos, staring coldly at him.

            "Very well, we'll leave the area; Boys!" He snapped his fingers, and the group of strangers crowded onto the landing, lifting the kegs and moving them back through the house, "We'll leave the little gay boy and his friends to their stupid party."

            Zelgadis watched Xellos shrink, and his own temper flared up, "Shut the fuck up, Valgarv!" He placed himself between Xellos and Valgarv and stared at him with renewed hatred, "Too bad your no-talent trashcan-bangers will ever make a label; good luck without me."

            Valgarv glared intensely at Zelgadis, nearly poised to strike him.

            "Hey Lina, maybe you should get the leash back on your boyfriend before he bites someone," Martina shot in their direction, "It's no wonder you can never land a relationship, what with the animals and fags you hang around with."

            Suddenly, Lina whipped off her eyeglass frames and red dress, revealing the outfit she wore underneath. Zelgadis' jaw dropped before he realized it Lina was dressed in a single piece lace-up black leather dominatrix outfit, with thigh-high fishnets and boots coming up over the knees. In her hands lay a vicious looking whip, and the burning anger in her eyes made Zelgadis' skin crawl.

            "He is not my boyfriend, Martina," Lina growled, and both Valgarv and Martina jumped as she cracked the whip in their direction, "Now move it!"

            Martina screamed as Valgarv pushed her towards Lina on his attempt to escape. Lina cracked the whip again, and the two of them went tumbling into the house, upon which Lina gave chase, laughing evilly as she cracked the whip again and again.

            "I think she may have overdone it," Sylphiel said as she led Gourry back into the house, "See you inside."

            "I'm just glad you're not like that Sylphiel," Gourry said as they disappeared into the darkness.

            Zelgadis watched them go, and then turned to Xellos, "You okay?"

            Xellos nodded, "Yeah, I guess I'm just not used to confronting people like that. Zelgadis, thank you."

            "Hey, no problem," Zelgadis said, "That's what friends are f…"

            Xellos kissed him on the lips, interrupting him. He maintained the kiss for a moment and pulled away quickly.

                        "What was that about Xellos?" Zelgadis asked, bewildered but not insulted.

            Xellos only looked at him with injured curiosity, and then disappeared into the house, leaving Zelgadis to stare after him.

            Lina emerged through the doorway a moment later, blushing a little as she saw the Zelgadis was still on the landing. She picked her garment and redressed, crossing over to him.

            "Guess I got a little carried away."

            Zelgadis looked into the sky and saw a full moon. He stared at it before he spoke, "The moon seems to have a strange effect on people tonight."

            "You think so?" Lina asked, looking up at the moon, "Well, it is Halloween, the night for ghosts and goblins, and candy, lots of candy."

            "Ooga booga," Zelgadis mused, faking a scary face.

            "I think it should be called Lunatic's Night."

            "What? Why Lina?"

            "Well, it's just that I saw Xellos hanging pretty closely to Filia tonight, and I saw him chatting up that one guy that looks really girly, you know, what's his face with the long hair."

            "Miwan?"

            "Yeah, that's it, Miwan! I'll say this much: This is one crazy night. I even kissed you!"

            "Trick or treat, Lina," Zel responded sarcastically.

            "Treat." Lina murmured.

            "What was that?" Zelgadis asked.

            "Oh nothing," Lina disregarded, "Let's go back inside."