"Come on out, Drac!"
"Yeah, Dad, l want to see what it looks like!"
From inside the dressing room, Dracula groaned. "Ugghhh… do I have to? It's an embarrassment to vampire-kind…"
"Aw, I'm sure it's notthatbad," Johnny encouraged from the other side of the door. "Let's see it!"
Dracula heaved a sigh. He didn't know why he had agreed to do this, but there was no getting out of it now. With much reluctancy, he opened up the dressing room door and stepped out. Even without a mirror he knew he looked ridiculous, though his daughter and son-in-law begged to differ. On himself was an exact replica of Johnny's clothing, down to the yellow-and-green shirt to the khaki shorts.
He groaned. Johnny and Mavis gushed.
"Oh, wow!" Johnny exclaimed as Mavis giggled a little. "It looksincredible!Now we'rereallytwinsies!"
"Ugghhh…. Okay, you saw it. Can I get out of it now?" Drac complained, not at all too happy.
"Nooo," Mavis countered. Then she walked to the dressing room on the opposite end of the small space and gave it a knock. "Ericka, take a look!"
Peeking over the top opening, Ericka's head popped over the edge and her eyes landed on the less-than-enthusiastic figure of her husband. Drac pouted as Ericka cooed in approval.
"Aww, it's adorable, honey. Just got a couple more stuff to slip on and then I'll be right out!"
Drac grinned slyly upon hearing this, knowing just how to get back at his daughter for making him don an exact replica of his son-in-law's ridiculous clothing. "Oh, eh, Erickaaa?" he asked in a rather sing-songy tone. "How about you let me slip in there now so I can, eh… helpyou?"
Just as he anticipated, Mavis's smile disappeared and her face scrunched up in disgust. Before she could say anything, Ericka voiced her thoughts from behind the door.
"'Help'?Yeah right, Drac. You and I both know that isn't what you want. And I suggest you stop with your silly suggestions before Mavis barfs all over the place."
Mavis nodded, already looking a little sickly. "Thanks, Ericka."
The Count only crossed his arms with a smug smile as they waited another minute before the dressing room door began to click open. Drac, Mavis, and Johnny all gasped delightfully when they saw her brand new attire. Ericka sported almost an exact replica of Mavis's clothing, from the black dress to the fingerless lace gloves. Rather than red stripes on the leggings, they were white in color, and the converse were also purely white. Makeup on her face was swapped out from its lavender and rose to black eyeshadow and lipstick. Fingernails that were once polished a crimson red were now also black. All in all, it looked great.
"Sooo…" Ericka began, hands on her hips in a sort of pose. "What do you guys think?"
Johnny whooped out and clapped loudly. "I think younailedthe look!" Then he turned to Mavis. "Right, hon?"
Mavis nodded. "Absolutely! It's great, Ericka." She approached the woman and gave her a side hug.
"Well, Mavis, your style is pretty great," Ericka replied, returning the hug.
They separated as Drac approached. He took Ericka's hands in his and bowed down dramatically. "You lookravishing," he said reverentially.
Ericka blushed. "Why thank you. So do you."
Drac frowned at being reminded of his Johnny-esque outfit. "Eh, no. No I don't."
"Hmmm," Ericka grinned at him. "Would it make you feel better if you wereoutof those clothes?"
Drac's eyes widened when her eyes hooded and she walked a couple of fingers up his chest in a seductive manner, her face growing closer to his.
Mavis gaped in disbelief. "Ericka!"
Johnny put his hands on her shoulders. "Relax, Mavy. That right there is just the zing in full swing!"
"I know," she grumbled, putting up a hand to shield her eyes from them. "But they don't have to talk likethatin front of me."
Johnny chuckled. "Sometimes you just can't help it! We used to do it to Dennis all the time, remember?"
Mavis flushed, recalling how their son would get grossed-out at the sight of his parents kissing or calling each other pet names. She felt guilty about it, and would try to be more conscious of not doing it in front of him whenever he happened to be around. But, she found that like her husband said, sometimes it just couldn't be helped.
A tap on her shoulder from Ericka brought her out of the thoughts and she turned to face the woman. She was hand-in-hand with her dad, who was seemingly eager to get going.
"Hey, Mavis. Your dad and I are going to excuse ourselves for the rest of the night." She yelped as Drac suddenly tugged her away. "We'll explore more of the hotel tomorrow!" she called over her shoulder.
Mavis gave her a polite wave, though she shuddered at knowing just what they were going to get up to in their suite.
Ericka laughed as Drac pulled her, though she stopped them for a moment to catch her breath. "All right, all right, slow down there, honeybat. Us humans don't have the same speed you vampires do."
Drac smirked. "Oh, what? Do you need me to carry you?" He made the motion to sweep her into his arms, but she playfully swatted his hands away.
"No," she said with a giggle. "I just figured we could make use of the hotel's amenities." She gestured out a couple paces in front of her, where one of the many colorful scooters that the place now had stood.
Drac cringed. "I don't fully trust those…"
"Everyone else does," she said. And it was true. Plenty of guests were riding around on top of them. "Plus they get you to where you want to go, faster," she added.
Drac raised an eyebrow. "Faster thanme?"
She scoffed and began to board. "Just get on. They're fun!"
Drac mumbled an okay, standing on top of the scooter behind Ericka as she revved it up. "Hold on!" she said as she took off. Drac cried out for a second, almost flying backward, but managed to wrap his arms around her waist as they took off through the hotel.
Scootering along, Dracula couldn't help but once again marvel at the new hotel. What Mavis and Johnny had done with it was downright gorgeous. There were so many walkways and escalators. There was a fitness center and an expansive health spa with hot springs, massage chairs, saunas, and even a Jacuzzi for guests to unwind. The guests all loved it. Ericka loved it.Heloved it. He chuckled as he even saw Van Helsing enjoying himself on one of the scooters.
"Ericka!" he called out. "Another race?"
Ericka shook her head, grimacing when she remembered how he had fallen down the escalators already earlier that day. His robotic body still looked a little banged up from the fall. "No, great-grandfather. I'm heading up to the suite for now, see you later!"
"Okay!" he called back, right before crashing into a wall he failed to see. "I'm okay!"
"Oof," Drac said. "Think you should check on him?"
Ericka shook her head. "He says he'll be fine, then he'll be fine. Besides, didn't you want to get upstairs?"
Drac nodded, snuggling his head in the crook of her neck as they continued and made it to the room, entering and excitedly closing the door.
They both collapsed onto the bed, laughing and taking a moment to breathe.
"So what do you think?" Ericka asked, referring to the hotel. "It used to be yours, after all."
Drac shrugged. "It's better than I could have imagined. I knew my little Mavy would do an excellent job."
"And Johnny," Ericka gently reminded him.
And, instead of sighing out in reluctant agreement as he had during the anniversary party a year prior, Drac smiled and nodded. "Yes, and Johnny. How could I forget?" He looked down upon his Johnny-shirt and khakis with a slight pout.
Ericka noticed and giggled. "Speaking of which, why don't we get you out of these clothes like I suggested, hmm?" She snuggled to his side, cupping his cheek and kissing him sweetly.
He responded by pulling her closer, deepening the kiss and running his hand down her back.
"All right," he breathed once they'd parted. "But you first."
Ericka rolled her eyes, pecking his lips. "All right. But have you know, I actuallylikeyour daughter's clothes."
"I know," he said. "And Johnny's might not be so bad as I thought either."
Ericka gave him a look. Drac attempted a poker face, but failed miserably, and burst out laughing, Ericka following suit.
"Liar," she said.
"I've always been terrible at lying," Drac admitted.
"Wow, the truth for once," Ericka quipped back, voice dripping with sarcasm.
"But I never lie about you," Drac said. "How beautiful you are... how lovely your smile is... or your laugh..."
Ericka could feel the blush that was forming on her cheeks heighten as Drac inched himself closer and closer to her face again, until she could feel his cool breath hovering just over her lips.
"And howperfectyou are when we - "
Ericka cut him off with a fierce kiss, pushing him back on the bed and straddling him. "Cut the sap and get on with it already," she demanded.
Drac laughed. "Learning from Eunice, are you?"
"You do take too long, sometimes," Ericka teased him.
Not wasting another minute, Drac sat up, undoing his and her attire in between the heated smooches and roaming hands until both sets lay abandoned on the floor in favor of more pleasurable activities between him and his love.