| Everyone in the room turned to Astra4. "Let's have a PARTY!!!!"
she screamed joyfully and began dancing and prancing and jiggling about.
(Well, her breasts are 100 percent natural). "What are you yelling
about?!" Dragon Synizn hollered at her. He was passing down the hall when
he heard her shouting and came in to investigate. "Well, when I was eighteen
I had my royal Debutante Ball. It was great! Everyone was there and we
all got drunk and we danced and we got drunk and we told stupid stories
and we got drunk and, well you get the picture. Bottom line is...we had
FUN! And the way I figure it, after saving the world and kicking demonic
butt and shutting down Atlantean death-machine doodads and all, we deserve
some MAJOR toe-tappin, thigh-slappin, butt bouncin, leap froggin, drinkin
till we're blue in the face FUN!!! And a party would be the perfect opportunity
to come up with new names for each other." And then Astra4 somersaulted
across the room and landed in her husband's arms. He stared at her like
she had just gone stark raving mad and then he kissed her, deep and hard.
He couldn't help it, he loved his wife. A lot.
"Did someone just mention having a party?" a voice called out from the door. It was Regent Malachi and with her was Dragon Sigin, her red-wyrm boy-toy. "A party sounds like fun," the Regent said. "Yes, it's a smashing idea," Sigin added. "Kiss ass," someone muttered from the back. Seeing an opportunity to express his opinion to the only person who really mattered, Dragon Synizn strode up to the Regent. And his expression was none too happy. "Elder," he addressed her. His use of the formal honorific only bestowed upon the leaders of Dragon Circles clearly meant that Synizn was about to go into another one of his tirades against the dangers of too much "humanism". But Malachi was not in the mood. She waved her hand for him to be silent and then stepped into the room. "It's settled then. We're going to have a party," she smiled. Go Back
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