Thursday, September 16, 2010

One Helluva Party - #FridayFlash

Death roared into the driveway on his chopper, arriving at the strange address that Lucien had given them for his annual luau.

"Did he tell you why he picked Canada this year?" Chronos asked as he held his robes away from the hot tailpipe and removed his helmet.

"No. He didn't say why, but I suspect he has an ulterior motive. He always does. In the meantime, let us enjoy ourselves, my friend. I can smell the roasted pig from here."

Death hung his helmet on the handlebar and they walked around to the back, where the festivities were.

They found Evil talking to the DJ, one of the special demons he brought up for the event. Lucien spotted them and hurried over.

"I'm glad you both could make it."

"What are all of these humans doing here?" Chronos looked about in surprise. "Is that a wedding party over there?"

"Well, yes. I agreed to cater their wedding reception."

"You what?" Chronos and Death both said in unison.

"I don't see what the big deal is," Lucien muttered.

"And if one of the guests just happens to fall into your fire pits…?" Death glared at him, his eye sockets starting to glow.

Lucien held his hands up. "I wouldn't take the bride or groom, of course."

Chronos turned his hourglass, freezing the scene. "Explain."

Evil chomped down hard on his cigar, curls of smoke rising from his head.

"Look, I was desperate. The bride wouldn't give Jeeves back unless I catered her reception. She's one mean dealer."

Chronos noted the admiring glance Lucien shot in her direction. He seemed rather taken with her.

Death grabbed a bowl of peanuts off a table and tossed one of his favorite snacks in the air.

"You can't have any souls here."


"No. And how did you explain the succubi?"

Lucien shrugged. "They're dressed like hula girls. Can you please restart time now?"

Chronos looked at Death and shrugged, resetting the hourglass. Time started once again.

"I hope the bride knows what she bargained for."

Lucien rubbed his hands together. "It's going to be one helluva party."

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