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Unexpected Visitors

What are they plotting and can they pull it off??

His cape flapped in his wake with each long stride and change of direction through the open market. Faigol slid his finger down the crumpled list in his hand, attempting to decipher his own writing.

He wiggled a bony finger in his ear as the ringing began yet again.

Faigol mumbled to no one, “I must need a drink.” Stuffing the list in the pocket of his robe, he hurriedly strode to the tavern.

Ordering a couple shots of whiskey, along with a few bottles of anything stronger than mead for a special occasion, Faigol picked up a glass as the tavern doors flew open.

Illuminated by the late morning light, a gorgeous woman adorned with flaming red hair and demon horns stood holding the doors open wide. Spotting the man she sought, all eyes followed her movements — from the clicking of her stilettos on the wood floor, the impossibly long legs, to the swish of her oh-so-short black mini-dress hugging her enticing curves.

Approaching Faigol, Luci’s eyes bore into his soul. “What are you doing in here?! You’re supposed to be getting things on the list!”

Shot glass still halfway to his lips, “I keep hearing this odd ringing, then it stops. Then it starts up again.” Faigol shrugged at the oddity. “I thought a drink might help.”

Luci’s head dipped to meet her delicate fingers as they pinched the bridge of her nose. “It’s the cell phone I gave you. Remember? I showed you how to use it…?” She looked at him expectantly. “I was calling you.”

Light began to dawn behind Faigol’s eyes as he fumbled in his pocket for the small device. He looked at the screen, brightly pronouncing he had missed three calls from her.

Luci reached for a shot glass, threw it back, and slammed it down on the polished surface. “Come on old man, we have to get moving if we’re going to get in his place before he gets home. The others should be there waiting.”

Faigol downed the remaining shot, grabbed the parcel, and hurried after the woman on a mission.

Faigol strode up the sidewalk as Luci opened the door with a flourish from the inside.

Olana’s eyes grew, “How did you get inside? I didn’t even see you and I’ve been here waiting for thirteen minutes and twenty-nine seconds! What if someone’s home?”

Luci dismissed her with a wave as she turned and strode into the house. “You worry too much. Besides, only Cooper is here.”

Lithium poked his fluffy blond head in the doorway. YIP, YIP!

BARK, BARK! GRRR, BARK, BARK, BARK!

Faigol groaned, already weary of Cooper barking from under the table and Lithium at the doorway. He took his wand from the recesses of his robe and waved it at them both.

The dogs began to float a few feet off the ground. Their little legs flailing like crazy — attempting to doggie paddle in the air, and they could no longer keep themselves upright. Their barks sounding like they had inhaled a tank full of helium.

Muttering, “No, no. That’s not right. Stupid broken wand.” Faigol tried again.

He pointed the wand at each of the dogs again. This caused them both to launch like a balloon released of its air.

Sliding to a stop on the kitchen floor, the dogs were able to talk — really talk. Still high-pitched and helium induced voices — and talk over each other they did! “Whoa! What was that?! Do it again! Yeah, do it again!”

Olana, still standing outside, molded herself to the doorway — furiously writing in her notepad.

Luci took in the living room, “Faigol! Stop playing with the dogs and help before he gets here. Where’s Olana?”

Stopping in the archway, Luci smiled mischievously, “Oh! We could get a big cake and I could jump out of it!” She squat low, her hands gliding up her body, her hips swaying and twisting, then a little jump while throwing her arms up.

Lithium barked, then in his new high-pitched, excited voice, “Cake? Let’s have cake! I’ll find it!” He set off, his tiny nose sweeping the ground for the sweet aroma of deliciousness.

Faigol took a swig from one of the bottles, winking at Luci, “I want to see you jump out of a cake.”

Olana stuffed the notepad in her pocket, mumbling “I’m surrounded by idiots,” and walked past them. “It’s not a bachelor party. Besides, he’s married.” She looked around, opened her notepad to a new page, and quickly wrote more.

Faigol shrugged, “I still want to see.” Taking another drink, he walked to the kitchen, and filled Cooper’s water bowl.

Luci rubbed the palms of her hands together, “Let’s get busy. I’ve got him hitting every red light on the way home.”

While Luci and Olana were busy decorating, Faigol set out on a mission to make punch. Earlier when he questioned Luci what punch was, she said it’s a drink with some punch to it!

Faigol got out a large, colorful bowl. He opened each cupboard door until he opened one that had a chilled interior. Astounded, he stuck his head in, looked around, and stepped back stroking his long beard.

Faigol picked up different items, his eyes growing at the cool temperatures that met his fingers. He opened a jar of strong smelling cucumbers and took a sip. Wrinkling his nose, he pushed it to the back of the cool shelf.

Picking up a green can and hearing sloshing, he looked for a cork to open it. Not finding one, he grabbed a knife and punctured the top.

After carefully sniffing the contents, he took a tentative sip. Faigol’s eyes shot open. He looked again at the writing on the can. He’s never had Dew from his Mountain that tasted like that before!

Grabbing several cans, he proceeded to jab the knife into each can before pouring them into the large bowl. He sliced a lime, added it to the Dew of a Mountain, and poured in a container of pineapple juice.

Finding a spoon, Faigol tossed his beard over his shoulder and took a sip. It was sweet and refreshing but it lacked — punch.

Lithium walked in on his tiny legs and sat down. “I can’t find the cake and I’ve looked everywhere.” Looking at Cooper’s water bowl, “This is hard work.” He went over and took a drink.

Lithium coughed, “I think there’s something wrong with this water.” He sniffed the liquid and took another drink. “There’s something about it though.” Cooper joined him at the bowl, both drinking.

Faigol smiled proudly as he grabbed his parcel, pouring out two of the bottles into his concoction. Taking his wand, he stirred the contents, creating a magical slush.

Grabbing a few glasses, he filled them with the vibrant slurry and went to offer the others a drink.

Olana reluctantly took the offered cup, sniffing the foreign contents while watching the others.

Luci took a drink, her eyes opening wide. “Faigol!” She drank half the cup, “This is really good!”

Luci finished her cup as Olana decided, against her better judgement, to taste it. She took a tiny sip, licked her lips thoughtfully, then took a bigger sip before freely drinking the sweet slush.

Cooper and Lithium slowly stumbled into the room, bumping into each other, walking into the doorway and table legs, before collapsing on the floor.

Their drinks replenished, the trio were relaxed and laughing at the dogs when the front door swung open.

Bradan walked in annoyed after all the red lights. His eyes narrowed, “What are you all doing in my house?”

They lifted their drinks and shouted as one, including both dogs with their helium voices, “Happy Birthday, Bradan!”

Bradan stood speechless, as much from each of them breaking into his house to decorate as from two talking dogs.

Cooper stood and began hacking.

Bradan glared at the group, “I am not cleaning that up.”

A special thank you to Sieran Lane — creator of Lithium, Kathy K — creator of Olana, and Bradan Writes Stories — creator of Luci, for granting me permission to bring their characters into this (stressful) story for Bradan’s birthday — and ultimately invading his home! I pray I have been able to capture the personalities that make your characters amazing! Check out their stories linked above!

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