Whatever the heck is happening soon, some announcements and plans, and other things bound to happen. We are locked and loaded for next month's stuff and even something at summer and after summer. Enjoy reading this newly posted chapter folks!

Helluva Loud Adventures.
"What we have planned very soon."

(February 26. The Silva Hound House, Franklin Avenue. Royal Woods, Michigan.)

Another usual and ordinary day, well not really that ordinary. Inside, and enjoying some drinks and some food, are two Loona's. Loona Silva Hound, and Loona D. Spellman, and the two are just enjoying each other's company.

"So, the guy broke in, wearing this fucking clown mask and then he tries to have Blitz drive back here, and rob us, but the asshole doesn't even know who Blitz is, the asshole is new in town and thinks he can fucking do that bullshit. Now, that mother fucker is locked up and possibly going to realize his fucked up mistake. Cops will tell us who this dickshit is, soon."

Loona Spellman smirks hearing this. "Holy fucking shit that is messed up. You think that fucker is gonna try and come back if he's let out of prison?"

Loona smirks and she drinks her root beer. "Let the fucker try, if he does come back then Blitz is gonna fucking scare his balls back to jail. I mean, the fucker doesn't stand a fucking chance against Blitz if he does this shit again." They then high five each other. "So, what the hell has been going down in your world lately?"

Loona Spellman then explains. "Well, two days ago the idiots known as Neil, Leon, Boomer, Victor, Peter Sharp and my husband Sergei were doing something stupid, again. Arrow Roulette, and Leon got struck on the shoulder, and he got into serious trouble when Dana scolded him."

Loona is confused. "Arrow Roulette?"

Loona Spellman then explains. "Right, right. You don't know this one. Alright, so a bunch of folks gather together, and then one of them fires the arrow into the air, they have to stay still and try to avoid the arrow coming back down. But, if the arrow is lost in the light of the sun, then everyone has to scatter and make a run for it." She then drinks her soda.

Loona remains silent, and she is surprised. "What kind of fucking asshole would come up with such a fucked up thing?"

Loona Spellman smirks. "It's stupid, and dumb. More dangerous than the Large Tire Ride roll, and they did that shit last year, during summer vacation."

Loona has some concerns about this, if the others learn of this then who knows what the fuck will happen, then she asks. "So, any plans for tomorrow?"

Loona Spellman then recalls. "Right, February 27 is the official, and National Pokémon Day. Gonna be a big event, and it's gonna take place in our world and two other world. Battles, games, events, and other Pokémon themed stuff."

Loona smirks. "A damn fucking shame that my son can't see this, and he is a small fan of this Pokémon thing. Also, do you have a Pokémon friend or something?"

Loona Spellman nods. "He is back home, and his name is Mithyena." The two Loona's then continue this small conversation, and then Loona shares to her the dreams that have gone down lately.

(Holly's Burlesque Club. Pentagram City, Pride Ring. Hell.)

Lincoln walks into the place, he passes by some sexy sinners and succubus who all have their eyes on him, but he ignores them and goes towards Summer and Dia. "Ladies, I seek out Angel Dust's company. Where is he?"

Summer smirks. "Follow us, hellhound boy. Also, if you are done with the talk with Angie, do you want us to give you a private dance?"

Lincoln smirks. "One of these days, but not today." The two sinners guide the human kid with hellhound blood up the stairs, and as they arrive Lincoln is surprised to see Velvet is here, and with Angel Dust, and they are playing video games on a TV and they groan and throw the controllers away.

"How is the pig beating us?!" yelled Velvet. They see Fat Nuggets and he has a controller too, and he is filled with pride for his win.

Angel Dust smirks. "I think it might have something to do when I ain't around, because someone has been beating my high score." He looks to his pet demon pig, and Fat Nuggets tries to be cute to play innocent. Because this is one skilled video gaming hog! Yeah!

Dia then coughs. "Angie, the kid is here."

Lincoln smirks. "Hey there, Angel Dust and good job with the score beating, Nuggs." the pig goes over, and so Lincoln picks him up and shares a nose kiss with him. "Adorbs."

Velvet then grabs a bowl of popcorn. "So, bestie. What brings someone like you all the way down here?"

Lincoln then sits onto the other couch, and he lets Fat Nuggets run off. "Let me speak with Angel Dust in private, please." Velvet is confused, but then he sees the stern look from Lincoln.

Velvet then gets up, and she grabs the box of popcorn. "After this, four player game time." She then takes her leave, and even Fat Nuggets, Summer and Dia. Angel Dust snickers, and he places his feet onto the table.

"So, what did you wanna chat about kid?" He then grabs a cigarette and he lights it.

Lincoln then explains. "You recall what went down with the ladies night, right?"

Angel Dust smirks. "Oh fucking yeah I do. Sums and Dia told me, and I am fucking impressed kid. You gave those chica's the night of their fucking grown woman sexy ass lives, and to the fact you banged two Milf's in the process is something I fucking didn't see coming, but then again you did fuck a Milf once, and her last name was Éclair, right?"

"Her name is Belle Éclair, the mother of Christina Éclair" replied Lincoln. "Also, that was possibly one of the best god damn fucking nights of sex that I have ever had, and the whole thing wasn't even a setup from you, Maria Santiago and Becca Chang made it all happen, and as a way to finish off the ladies night out, with all of them having a blissful and pleasuring night of their life."

Angel Dust snickers. "Heh, and I know you had a night with Verosika Mayday, that Mexican Pop star babe, and of course, a professional wrestler chick. Also, I don't know who this La Tormenta is, and my gal pals didn't tell me her true name. What gives?"

Lincoln explains. "La Tormenta is a famous professional female Lucha wrestler, but she seems to be more famous within Great Lakes City. The reason why her true identity cannot be spoken about is because it would ruin their reputation and career, they keep the mask on and their true identity."

"Meh, whatevs." Angel Dust then asks. "So, what does this talk have to do about what you enjoyed?"

Lincoln sighs. "Guys Night Out, next month on March 10."

Angel Dust stops smoking. "Wait, what?"

Lincoln nods. "You fucking heard me, spider demon. I wanna have the guys who are tagging along, and yourself to have an awesome night with some ladies. Perhaps the same ladies that I had a night with, well some of them."

Angel Dust smirks. "And who are coming along?"

Lincoln then thinks about this. "No to Vortex, because he has a lady friend. Can't have Moxxie come along, he has a dinner date planned, and no for Stolas. He said that he has something else planned for that date. The only ones I can think of going there is myself, Blitz and you. But, I also have plans to let some of my other pals tag along, the guys who don't have girls in their lives."

Angel Dust then drops his cigarette. "Wait, wait a minute and hold the fucking phone, kid. You want some of your friends to come along, and become men?"

Lincoln smirks. "Yup, have the best guy's night of their lives. I want you to plan the special stuff we'll be doing, but I will handle the guests list, and the final event. Got it, Angel Dust?"

Angel Dust grins and his eyes glow. "Oh, loud and fucking clear, Lincoln Silva Hound." Lincoln and Angel Dust high five and then fist bump. "It's gonna be one fucking awesome good time, baby!"

Velvet then appears from the corner. "So, video game time?" Her sudden presence startles Lincoln and Angel Dust.

(The Santiago's-Chang's Apartment. Great Lakes City.)

Jordan Rosato is here, and she is enjoying the sandwiches, alongside Ronnie Anne and Sid. The trio are on the roof and they are wearing sunglasses, and then they watch as an air show is in motion. Composed of F-22 Raptors, and some World War 2 Aircraft.

At the back of the apartment, the others are watching this and then Stanley cheers, and he has an idea. 'Hmmmm, I wonder if I can fly in one of those. Would be so wicked awesome!'

Becca and Adelaide can see this look in his eyes, a look which they have seen when he tries to maneuver the tour ride at the Zoo. 'Oh no, oh heck no.'

Jordan smiles. "This is nice, hanging out with friends and enjoying this awesome aerial show."

Ronnie Anne smirks. "Dang right." she then sees Carlota is in the backyard, along with Alisa Barela, and she can see Bianca Guzman, and nobody knows that she is La Tormenta, but she is confused as to why she is even here.

Sid looks to the larger aircraft flying by. "This is so cool. I mean, these airplanes are so awesome to look at. But, I don't think we have seen them up close. Any chance that we can tag along with you guys go to that big base place?"

Jordan smirks. "We'll see girls. But there is one thing I wanna know. You two text messaged me that something important and serious is happening, what is it girls?"

Ronnie Anne and Sid look to each other, and then towards Jordan. "When summer vacation is over, we're moving to Royal Woods."

Jordan is baffled to hear this, and she drops her soda. "Wait, you two said the where to the what now?"

"To be continued in the next chapter folks!"
A/N: This is gonna be something soon, for next month and for whatever else is inbound. I know we all look forward for the Guy's night out. I hope that you all enjoyed reading this newly posted chapter folks!

Date made: 12/13/22.