Haley grinned, “Everyone can still fight that way, but they will think they are just coming to have fun then sleep.” Miley said, “I don’t know. I think that might tip off the guests something is up. It was always a fancy dress up party. Dressing down indicates something is happening.”
Haley conceded, “That’s true. So, we do a dress up party and I can snap people into fighting attire.” I agreed, “I love all the thoughts. This is going to be great.” Miley grinned, “It really will be.” I asked, “Can we somehow fit in them going through a house that’s booby trapped?”
Miley chuckled, “Like the Christmas movie with the house of contraptions the little boy sets up, Hales.” Haley grinned, “We can provide them with those materials to set up to stop Krampus. All the decorations can be charmed to be weapons once touched.”
I laughed, “Yes to all of those words.” Haley hummed, “The invitation can say ‘Jingle and Mingle in your best attire.’ We could have it at the event space I conjured for Lucas and Emmaline’s mating ceremony.”
I clapped, “Yes, to the invitation. You can conjure me my computer and I’ll whip it up. Saint Nick will help us with decorations. I want big, bold, glamorous. Price is no object, Lucas is paying. It has to be in this territory, though. BecauseSGAP needs the heart pounding his pups Christmas may be destroyed to get into the game.”
Miley snickered and Haley cracked a smile. Miley reasoned, “You can conjure a building for it, Hales.” Haley agreed, “Of fucking course I can. I will have to have it closer to Blue Moon’s border, so they do have to run to the main pack area. They can’t just come outside and fight. There has to be elements of Krampus actually winning.” I clapped, “Yes, you fire those competitive, while being fair, thoughts!”
After about twenty minutes the invitations were almost perfect. Lucas linked, “Why are there Christmas decoration charges starting to appear on the pack card? I’m confirming them, but what are you doing? Are you having your party again? Is Dylanmas back?”
I replied, “You’re so smart, Lucas. Think of how much faster, and on the ball you could be with more sleep. You wouldn’t even have to ask. You’d be all ‘how could you not tell me Dylanmas was back?’ Sadly, you hate sleep.” Lucus snorted in reply.
Travis linked me laughing, “You’re doing your party again. I’m happy for you, big brother. I missed Dylanmas, and I know a lot of other people did too.” I replied, “When you’re right, you’re right. I couldn’t have SGAP be right that first time he tried to plan it and send out invitations. He only told people in October, the horror of his faux pas haunts the man to this day, I just know it.” Travis laughed in reply.
Fang told me, “Rhino is deeply amused.” I chuckled, “Of course he is. We are amusing.” Besides, Travis easily had a hand in setting me on this path. It was going to be a combination of Lacy, Travis, Danver and Saint Nick.
They thought they were sly, but I saw them. I loved each and every one of them for it. There was one suspect lingering and if I ever proved he had anything to do with it, I would beinsufferable. Which SGAP knew. So it would be hard evidence to come by, but evidence lurked somewhere.
Fang offered, “Emmaline could’ve been involved.” That’s true. One could not discount the Fairies. They were just out there being observant, and she was the Soul Searcher. I’d been hoodwinked in the best of ways. I fully accepted that.
I turned the invitations around asking, “What do we think?” Haley replied, “That your graphic design degree was a really good fucking idea on your part.” I snorted, “Tell my father that.” Haley replied dryly, “Gladly. Would you like me tattoo it to his fuck ass forehead?”
I admitted, “I really would enjoy that.” Haley grinned, “Then I’ll do that with a ‘you’re cordially NOT INFUCKINGVITED’ invitation he will get.” Aww, if only I hadn’t told her to make sure Mommy Queenie Meanie was busy. I could’ve demanded a matching tattoo. Next year, that was happening.
I laughed, “My dad is definitely going to come talk to me about that.” Haley snorted, “The fuck he will. His ass can come talk to me if he has a problem with it.” That was sweet, but Davis absolutely would talk to me.
Fang replied, “I don’t know about that.” My wolf might have a point. There was something about the look in Haley’s eyes that told me a charm might make it physically impossible. If only that could apply to everything and Davis could never speak to me. Huh. Ponderings to ask King Fire Hands about.
Haley conjured the invitations and read them front and back. She asked, “Why can’t mates shop together for Secret Santa?” I grinned answering, “No one can know who someone has for Secret Santa. That’s sacred.” Haley told me, “I accept that answer even though I know you are being evasive.”
It was definitely mostly because it was about SGAP having to go to Saint Nick’s shop all by his lonesome. With a side of me getting the picture of the elusive and formerly known lady’s manin said shop. Business would boom from that being seen by the right people.
Haley asked, “What do you think about this as the R.S.V.P. card?” She conjured another card that had me in stitches. I asked, “Who told you about big dick energy? Because that’s clearly what the play on words references.”
She chuckled, “I know you are aware I meet with the pack girls. They told me about it, and I googled it.” I gasped, “You say you learn all these things on google and it’s EVASIVE because the pack girls are telling you. I love them. I’m ordering them all the things. This epic relay of information can never end.”
Haley grinned saying, “They like me. For some fucking reason.” I snorted, “They like you because their former Luna is called Mommy Queenie Meanie and she’s not really mother material. Plus, you are awesome in a special fun sized package. You actually meet with them and that’s a step in a good direction for them.”
Haley chuckled, “Yes, well they did tell me about Big Dick Energy. I think it will amuse people to say R.S.V. P. with your Big Nick Energy.” It had a yes and no check box. People would still call me, but I’d tell them to send it back to me for fun.
I linked Blue Moon, “Pups of Blue Moon, I’m sending a Super Special Fun Sized Fairy to you all. We have deliveries and THEY MUST be delivered by you.” I told Haley, “Our pack pups are expecting you to bring them back to make their deliveries.”
Haley laughed and popped out before more partial Fairies popped into the room. I asked, “What’s happening? Are you helping the pups deliver the invitations? TELL ME THAT’S IT! Because if you have a crisis, I must inform you that I was here first.” The Fairies all smiled at me.
I said, “This might take the sting away from most of you joining SGAP’s pack link and not mine. Don’t worry, I have lines out on joining this pack somehow. Well, one day. It’s going tohappen, so I can link all you precious people.” When I retired and had more time to terrorize SGAP.
Farrin popped in. I squealed, “BIG BROTHER!” His parents had adopted Travis and me after a vetting process. Farrin greeted, “Hello, Dylan. Haley said you needed me.” I dramatically handed him his invitation. Farrin chuckled, “I’ll be there, little brother.”
Haley popped back in and herded a group to Farrin, “They will be delivering invitations in Faerie. You and Trixie are popping them around then back to their homes.” Farrin grinned, “How delightfully fun.” My adoptive brother grabbed his group and popped out.
My phone started ringing. I answered, “Yello, go for Beta Dylan bringer of Christmas in July.” Ben McAlister laughed, “I’m so glad you’re doing this.” I gasped, “You helped have me be had! I see you mentor of mine.”
Beta McAlister hummed, “I’m not sure what you mean.” I replied, “I’m hearing everyone loud and clear. You need the bearer of joy to put you in the holiday spirit. Dylanmas made everyone happy. I’m picking up what you’re throwing down. Was SGAP in on this too? Don’t say it, I feel he was in my very soul. I’ll just pester him about it once I get through the SWARM of details for my glorious return.”
Travis linked, “Why are pups at mom and dad’s house? There is no way you invited them.” I replied, “They are cordially not infuckingvited, Travis.” My brother linked back laughing. Lacy linked me squealing, “I love the invitation!” I replied, “Of course you do, because these extremely talented hands designed it. We both know you adore my hands.” Lacy giggled.
