Hah! Yeesss... I made it! (S2 hasn't officially premiered yet. It totally counts!)

Same setting as day 12, day 27, and a few hours after day 19. This setting is basically my ideal ending for the show, because I am both a Hopeless Romantic and a big fan of Happy Endings, especially if the characters really earn them.

'Jerry and his boys' refers to Jerry Garcia & the Grateful Dead, and to their song 'Truckin'.

Soundtrack: Sympathy for the devil – The Rolling Stones

Clad in his black and red suit (except he'd already lost the tie, the suit jacket and opened the shirt collar and rolled up the sleeves) with neat little devil horns on his head, Seth jumped on top of the gleaming mahogany bar.

"Ladies! Gentlemen! Scumbags! Is everyone here set for a good time?"

The crowd roared back.

Seth took a few seconds to savor the rush. It was almost as good as riding away from a job with a huge bag of money. Almost as good as watching a culebras turn to ashes. Then he looked over to Richie, Scott and Kate, standing by the pool tables, and couldn't hold back the grin – he didn't want to. Because this was a better rush.

His place. His family, including his mate. Like Jerry and his boys had said, it had been one long, strange trip. But at the end of it, he'd landed in a place he'd always dreamed of but never found: Home.

That fucker Carlos had promised him paradise in El Rey, and that he and Richie would be at peace. Narciso the scumsucker had told him that El Rey was not for him, and that he would never get there.

Turned out that Seth had just needed to make his own paradise, and he'd found everything he was promised. So Carlos and Narciso's ashes could go fuck themselves.

"Welcome to El Rey! Not everyone here knows this, but it's not just Halloween tonight, the night to celebrate pranks, junk food, and scary shit by putting on cool and crazy outfits and drinking 'til you pass out or puke – most of my favorite things!" Seth leered over at Kate, who looked fucking hot in her warrior angel costume, and added, "The other stuff, my wife gives me."

As most of the crowd cheered, Richie smirked, Scott pretended to throw up, and Kate just blew him a kiss and winked.

"But more importantly, tonight is officially the first anniversary of the bar named El Rey opening it's doors for business. Depending on how tonight goes, we plan to make our Halloween slash anniversary bash not only an annual tradition, but an annual legend!"

The whole crowd cheered this time.

"So, ladies, gentlemen, and scumbags, raise your glasses!" Seth raised his shot glass of Blue Agave high in the air – the glass emblazoned with the special 'El Rey Halloween' logo Richie had designed, including a pair of bloody fangs – and Kate, Scott and Richie raised their own identical shots, because his family was going to have the fucking best.

"Tonight, we party from dusk till dawn!"

The crowd lifted glasses or empty hands in the air, and repeated the war cry. "From dusk till dawn!"

Holy cra - um, Rodriguez! FINI... at least until S2 finishes...