Wicca looks up from the bed and sees Cody walk in wearing a black silk robe. A small trickle of blood is running from the corner of this mouth.
“Good morning,” he says. “I trust you slept well?”
Wicca is still very wobbly from the tequila. She now notices that Cody is carrying a tray that holds several glasses of a red liquid.
Sensing she is beginning to think the worst, Cody laughs and hands her a glass. “A little hair of the dog? It’s just a bloody mary, don’t worry about it. You’ve been drinking tequila for three days straight now, so I figured we should bring you down slowly. Unfortunately for Himeno, I am out of moon pies at the moment. But I sent Eric to grab some more.”
“Oh.” Wicca takes the glass. She takes a small sip, grimaces, and shakes her head a bit. “Wait a second, isn’t it daytime outside. How is Eric…”
Before she can finish, “You mean the whole “bursting into flames when we enter sunlight” thing? Pfft… that’s just an old cliche. And besides, it’s mostly just for show. When you’re out amongst the common folk, you have to show them a little flair.”
Himeno begins to wake up. "Bill, " she sighs softly. Cody laughs a bit, as she realizes she is not alone. Himeno looks around nervously. Cody and Wicca both have a laugh when she realizes she has no pants. Himeno quickly tries to cover herself up, which makes Cody laugh even louder. She blushes uncontrollably.
“So, I’ll be the first to ask this,” started Wicca as she took another sip of her drink. “What the hell happened last night, and how did we get here?”
“Last night?” Cody laughs again. “Well, a gentleman never talks aloud about such things, but let’s just say a good time was had by all.” He winks at them both. Himeno’s blushing becomes even more apparent.
“I just have one question,” starts Himeno. “And that’s WHERE THE HELL ARE MY PANTS?”
Cody chuckles a bit and points upward. Wicca and Himeno both stretch their necks and glance upwards. Dangling from the silver chandelier, 7 feet above their heads, hangs a pair of blue jeans and some petite pink and rainbow striped pony panties. Himeno hangs her head in shame as her blushing rages out of control. Her face is now nearly as red as a tomato. Wicca finds not only the whole situation funny, but can’t help from laughing at Pretear’s frilly panties.
Before anymore words are spoken, Cody’s cell phone begins to ring. He looks down, sees a familiar number and quickly answers.
“Hey Rai. How’s the tentacle rape business treating you?”
Cody looks surprised. “Oh, that’s how its treating you. Slow, what did you do?”
The two girls can only hear a faint mumbling on the other end of the phone, as Cody patiently listens to the long story Slow is telling. Towards the end, his face turns ashen and his jaw sags. Both Himeno and WIcca become concerned, but don’t wish to interrupt his conversation.
There is along pause with no sound on either end of the line. Cody quickly shakes his head, trying to absorb everything Slow has told him. He just needs a split second to sort it all, before he answers her.
“Yeah, I know exactly where Haissan is. He’s always there this time of day.”
A few more mumbles from the other end. “Yeah, he definitely should be our next target.”
More mumbles. “No, I have something much better in mind. Let me get everything set up. I will give you a call back when everything is a go.”
A longer set of mumbles. “Alright, it’s agreed then. I will work on everything tonight, and then we will meet in the morning at Denny’s for waffles and bacon.”
Cody nods his head as he hears the last set of instructions. “Okay. Be careful. And Slow, don’t worry, we’ll avenge him.” He presses the end button.
Cody starts breathing deeply and rapidly. Wicca climbs out of the bed, she places a hand on his shoulder.
“Are you alright? What happened?” she asks. He just continues to breath faster and deeper. Both girls worry he may hyperventilate.
After a few seconds, it becomes apparent that he was simply trying to compose himself. He abruptly takes one last breath and holds it for several seconds before exhaling. He looks at Himeno and Wicca. His eyes are glowing bright red, in a way the neither of them had ever them.
“Get dressed,” he says. “We have some work to do.”
“But what happened?” asks Himeno innocently.
He takes another deep breath and looks her deeply in the eyes. “We’re at war!”
(A loud crescendo of music blares as the screen turns black and the credits begin to roll.)
Wicca sure likes writing 
