Author's Note: What can I say? Good things come to those who wait, and all of you have been very patient. So, here's another update to show my gratitude. Once again, The Nightmare Before Christmas is not under my ownership nor is the Winchester Mystery House. I'm just writing about one with a little help from the other. Thank you all and enjoy the party.

"Let me just tell you… you're great," Billy said to Jack, dangling off of the skeleton's right arm and holding a dripping pint cup in his own hand.

"Billy, how many of those have you had?" Jack asked.

"This many!" Billy exclaimed as he held up the lone cup.

"Saint Patrick?" Jack asked meekly, causing the saint to look over.

"Yes?' Saint Patrick asked.

"What exactly are we drinking?" Jack asked as he nervously looked into his own cup.

"Mead and lots of it."

"This is my second cup and I'm not feeling intoxicated. Billy's only had one and… Billy?"

"I love you guys!" Billy cried out, stumbling over to Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny, enveloping the both of them in a hug.

"Ah, well, mortals shouldn't really be drinking too much of this kind of mead. It's not meant for those from their realm."

"It's not going to kill him, is it?"

"No, no, no. He just won't remember a thing tomorrow morning. Now, if you'll be excusing me, I think Brigid wants to start the rest of the festivities. Go sit on over with Jacob."

"Alright," Jack said as he made his way over to a smaller table towards a heavily candlelit portion of the back of the hall.

"This is madness," Jacob said as he looked at a collection of drunken men sing for no apparent reason.

"I think it's fun. Have any mead?"

"Just a sip. No offense, but I have no intention of walking out like your friend over there," Jacob said, pointing to Billy, who seemed to be listening intently to whatever the Mayor was talking about before breaking out into a giggle fit.

"Neither do I," Jack said just as the other candles began to go out and those sober and drunk began to cheer.

As if out of thin air, Brigid appeared next to the table. She wasn't alone. As she hovered in place, small lights circled her, fairies. The fairies glowed all sorts of colors as they broke out across the mead hall. They entertained the guests for a few moments by buzzing around their heads and such before hitting their true targets. As small as they were, the fairies were quite powerful and persuasive; enough to get both grooms up and walk over to Brigid amidst whoops and hollers from the bar.

"Hello there, boys," Brigid said in a mischievous tone.

"Hello," Jacob answered, Jack still had his sockets on the fairies.

"Now, you're aware of what you're getting into, right?"

"Yes," Jack said, his attention grabbed by the question.

"Are you both sure?" Brigid asked.

"Now I'm not," Jacob replied, causing Jack to chuckle a bit. "What?"

"Don't be so impressionable. This is all in good fun… right?" Jack asked Brigid.

"Oh, Brenna? 'Tis time for you to come out," Brigid said.

As soon as the words left Brigid's mouth, black wisps of smoke started to surround the three of them. The smoke began to form into the figure of a woman dressed in long black robes who eventually stood cross-armed next to Brigid. This Brenna, whoever she was, didn't seem too enthusiastic about being at a bachelor party. She looked at her long, claw-like nails in a bored manner before sighing quietly and looking over to Brigid.

"Boys, if you can handle Brenna, you can handle pretty much any woman. Your job for the next hour or so is to make sure she is happy or else."

"Or else what?" Jack asked.

"Brenna, if you wish," Brigid said to Brenna, who then lowered her hood.

She was pale, so pale that if Jack wasn't absolutely sure he was in Saint Patrick's Town, he would have thought Brenna was one of his subjects. Her completely eyes had grayish circles around them and small white pupils. Her long black hair seemed to stick to the sides of her face, thought none got in the way of her black-painted lips. Brenna was no normal woman in any sense. In fact, she was a monster, a banshee to be precise. And from the way she began to wail and scream, she was a very good banshee. She broke a few mead pints and bottles in the five seconds she had her mouth open.

"What do we have to do?" Jacob yelled, making sure he was not the only one who was having hearing difficulties after Brenna's "performance".

"Brenna is bored. You two have to entertain her, wearing these," Brigid said as a flock of fairies appeared at her side bearing what appeared to be serving wench dresses.

"You have to be kidding," Jack said.

"Brenna," Brigid said, watching the grooms begin to scramble when Brenna began to open her mouth again.

"We'll do it!" Jacob exclaimed, grabbing the dresses from the fairies.

"Lovely. Go get changed, ladies," Brigid said, causing the entire mead hall to break out into laughter.

"Well it's better than the screeching," Jacob said to a very un-amused Jack as they entered the back room to change, both going behind different screens.

"I can't stay here for too much longer," Jack said to him.

"At least stay until we can get out of these," Jacob said, hearing a tear as he tried to pull his dress over his regular clothing. "That did not sound good."

"Just change completely. It's easier that way," Jack replied as he removed his jacket and shirt.

"I'm going to pray tenfold for this."

"It's nothing to worry about, really. We serve drinks, we sing, we dance, and how hard can it be to entertain a banshee?"

Ah, but it wasn't just a banshee they were entertaining. When Jack and Jacob returned to the party wearing their dresses, they found a whole new group of women standing at the bar. Jacob felt even mortified, but Jack had reason to faint at the moment. The women were dressed in clothing reminiscent of Valentine Town fashion. It wasn't until Cupid went up to Jack for a moment that he was sure he was right.

"Who are they?" Jack asked Cupid.

"The Muses. Brigid figured you and Jacob would appreciate some inspiration for your task, and the Celts have no inspiration deities," Cupid explained.

"Muses… Muses… they sound familiar," Jack said before his eye sockets widened in fear. "No. Not those Muses!"

"Yes, those Muses. It will be alright. I will make sure nothing is found out. By the way, the dress works well with your hips."

"Really? I thought they'd stick right out," Jack said before shaking his head. "Never mind. Go. Keep them away from the Mayor."

"Right," Cupid replied.

As it turned out, having the Muses present really did help Jack and Jacob concentrate on entertaining Brenna. To be quite honest, she could have been content with them just standing around in their wench dresses for a good half hour before she started screeching. Then the pair began to dance around in their dresses, singing and performing all kinds of moves. Most fun was the tango, when Jack almost dropped Jacob on a turn, but managed to save him anyway. The poor fellow was already bashful from having a rip in his black and white bodice. He was lucky his boots hadn't damaged the red skirt, lest he wanted to give the whole mead hall a show they wouldn't soon forget.

"You boys are doing wonderfully," Brigid said to them as they took a break from the tango.

"Can we change yet?" Jack asked Brigid.

"Perhaps. I have to check with Brenna. You're certainly in a rush, lad."

"No offense, I just need to be somewhere," Jack replied before the door to the mead hall slammed open.

"I knew it! The whole lot of you are slacking off again!" yelled a distinctly angry and familiar voice.

"Lady Venus?" Jacob asked, not realizing that Jack's bottom jaw had dropped on the floor from shock. "What is she doing here?"

"Probably collecting the Muses. They said they could get away with disappearing from some work they had to do. I guess they were wrong," Brigid said.

"Excuse me," Jack had said once he popped his jaw back into place and then ran towards the group of Muses.

"Oh, see. She has to go and scare the entertainment," Erato mumbled to her sisters.

"I'll handle this," Polyhymnia said as she stepped out to Venus. "Forgive us, my Lady. We are here on duty as well."

"You have a more important duty to attend to!" Venus exclaimed. "You are lucky I only had to go through Easter Town before I got here or lords, gods, and major deities help you if I had to waste precious time hunting you."

"It's just a party," Erato pointed out.

"Just a party? Are you all planning just a wedding?" Venus asked loud enough for the whole hall to hear and cause Jack to stop in his tracks.

"Mother, that is enough. You have no need to subject everyone here to your ranting," Cupid said, making shooing motions to Jack.

"How dare you shoo me?" Venus asked before catching a glimpse of Jack out of the corner of her eye. "Jack?"

"Um… would you care for a drink?" he asked, curtsying in the dress.

"Jack, this is no time to drink. You have your honor to defend. You tell these lazy excuses for deities to get to work on your special day," Venus said.

"No, it's alright, really," Jack replied, watching as the Mayor seemed to catch Venus' last few words.

"What special day is this?" the Mayor asked in gleeful curiosity as he left a passed out Billy at the round table and walked towards the growing madness.

"What other special day can it be?" Venus asked.

"Surely you can't mean the wedding," the Mayor asked in a sterner tone, but with a smile still on his face.

"Oh, I do. Ah! I said 'I do'! Oh, how delightful."

"Miss Venus, you seem to be mistaken. I'm in charge of the wedding," the Mayor claimed in a calm tone.

"Mr. Mayor, it is you who are mistaken. Jack, tell him so," Venus said to Jack.

"No. Jack is going to tell you so. Right, Jack?" the Mayor asked.

"BRENNA!" Brigid screamed, aware of just how close things were getting to a brawl.

Brenna nodded and opened her mouth. Out came the loudest possible mixture of a screech and a wail. It broke nearly every glass and bottle in the mead hall and blew out all of the candles. By the time Brenna had stopped screeching and the candles were all lit once more, Jack was gone, along with Cupid.

Meanwhile, Sally was still learning the ins and outs of the Winchester Mystery House. At the moment, she was in the very room Sarah Winchester had died in. As for the ghost herself, she was looking through drawers and drawers of clothing for anything closely resembling a wedding gown. Alas, she had no such luck.

"I could have sworn I had an old one lying around. Well, dear, looks like you can't exactly have a white wedding," Sarah Winchester said apologetically.

"Mrs. Winchester, may I ask you about these sheets?" Sally asked her while grazing her fingers over the white lace sheets on the bed.

"You may."

"How attached are you to them?"

"Honey, even if I was attached to them, I am not going to let you get married in a sheet. It is improper on many levels."

"Well, I wasn't planning to make the whole dress out of the sheets. How many white things do you have?"

"Ah, I see where you're going, and I like it. Come along, let's take a look around," Mrs. Winchester suggested before there were a few loud knocks at the front door. "Honestly, I get more visitors dead than alive! I'll be right down!"

"Isn't it too late for tourists to come in?" Sally asked Mrs. Winchester as she followed the ghost down the stairs to the door.

"You're right. It must be your husband-to-be, or to be more precise, wife-to-be."

"Excuse me?"

Mrs. Winchester didn't need to answer Sally's question. The door had opened to reveal Cupid and Jack on the porch. Jack seemed to be wearing a dress for reasons yet to be explained, and he looked very, very anxious. After some persuasion from Cupid, Mrs. Winchester led the group into the parlor, chased out a pair of fighting ghosts who were already in there, and sat the whole group down on couches.

"Now, remind me again, what happened?" Mrs. Winchester asked.

"They've been found out," Cupid said. "If the elopement is to happen, it had better take place tomorrow."

"Oh dear. Well, it's good we did most of the rough plans today, dear," Mrs. Winchester said to Sally. "That still doesn't explain why you're in a dress though," she said to Jack in a suspicious tone.

"This is part of a bachelor party game gone horribly wrong, I'm afraid," Jack said.

"And where is Doctor Finkelstein?" Mrs. Winchester asked.

"He stayed behind to stall the planners," Cupid said. "I doubt he can do it for too much longer. I have to get to my own home before my mother gets suspicious. I wish you all luck," Cupid finished as he stood up, bowed, and left the parlor.

"Looks like I'll have to make that haunting sooner than I expected. You kids behave while I'm gone, no hanky panky. It's not proper," Mrs. Winchester said before raising herself off of the couch and vanishing into thin air.

"Jack?" Sally asked.

"Yes, Sally?" Jack replied.

"We're getting married tomorrow."

"I know."

"Are you scared?" she asked, moving closer to him on the couch.

"A little," he replied as he wrapped his left arm around her.

"Me too."

"It'll be fine, you'll see."

"Jack?"

"Yes?"

"I'm going to need your dress."

At that moment, Jack and Sally looked right at one another and began to giggle at their situation. They were miles and miles from home in the house of a questionably insane ghost woman. Not only that, but both their weddings seemed to have gone down the drain with their planners on the hunt for the runaway couple. And on top of everything else, Jack was wearing a dress. As odd and messed up as everything was, Jack and Sally were feeling like they ran the world at the moment. They wouldn't have had it any other way.

What a night, huh? How will the elopement play out? Will Venus and the Mayor halt the proceedings? How much longer until Jack and Sally can actually tie the knot and then some? More to come, if you're patient enough to wait.