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He nodded. "True, I just wish she wouldn't create such terrifying things and expect me to wear them." He couldn't help but feel a great deal of excitement and mind terror at Meme's agreement. What if she didn't like it? Would she ever trust his judgement again? Nah, everyone loved Lutefisk.

Food arrived and his stomach grumbled. He hadn't realised how hungry he really was till now and all this talk of lyefish had just made him more ravenous.

"Looks delicious." He tucked in. Not as good as lutefisk mind, but it was still tasty and filling.

Ronan's iCoffin buzzed with a belated Reply. Who has time to text, anyway?

Ronan,
Yes I'm sure. You saw the kiss cam didn't you...? That wasn't planned... Or at least, not by me. I'm committed to going to Tombcoming with you, and that's why I'm not backing out.
Oh, and Doran says hi.
smile
-Doriana

"Ah HA!"

The door swung open and Chase's bellow startled just about everyone in the Die-ner, especially Devlyn and Whinnie who were sharing a milkshake and a basket of fries at the counter.

Chase trotted into the establishment, not yet having changed from his uniform for the efforts of searching everywhere for this elusive little devil. Devil's healthy pink faded and he started shaking as Whinnie's very angry and (way) over protective big brother stopped up to him with nowhere to run.

"Little manster, I am going to..."

"Alright Chase Erichthonius Nectarios Quadripedes! That is ENOUGH!"

Everyone jumped for an altogether different reason, and turned to the front door of the Die-ner and found Glen standing there with his arms folded and a highly uncharactertic scowl on his face, and his beasties, Hellene and Draconia, flanking his sides with similar facial expressions and their arms folded.

Glen marched right in, wagging his forefinger and uncaring to the stares with the ghouls right at his side. His squeaky voice cutting through the surprised spectators.

"Chase, this has gone on long enough! You need to leave Devlyn alone!"

"But he..."

"What? Asked Whinnie to the dance? SO WHAT!? It's Tombcoming, Chase! He didn't want to go alone! It's your sister's first school dance and she didn't want to go alone either! Are you TRYING to ruin poor Whinnie's very first school dance!?"

"No but I..."

"And you should be happy that a boo asked her that's treating her nicely! See? Treating her to fries and a malt! That's very nice!"

"He kissed her ...!"

"So he gave her a little smooch on the cheek! IT WAS THE KISS KAM CHASE! That's what he was supposed to do! Tradition and all? It's all in good fun! Devlyn asked her out and is trying to treat her nicely, not because he's scared of you but because it's the right thing to do and he LIKES her!"

By now, Devlyn is trying to shrink into himself, blushing - and for a devil with pink skin, that's quite the accomplishment!

"I mean, did you HEXPECT your sister not to go on dates? If so, then shame on you!"

Glen shook his finger at his boofriend.

"Shame on you for trying to deny your little sister the same pleasures you have for yourself! That's not the Chase I know! MY Chase wouldn't go around bullying a fellow student for ANY reason! I didn't start dating a bully! MY CHASE IS NOT A BULLY!"

Chase's eyes were wide with surprise as Glen never raises his voice at anyone -- for any reason! Had he been Skelly, his jaw would have hit the floor. The entire die-ner was quiet save for that one *cough* and then quiet again. Chase looked at Glen ... then at Hellene and Draconia ... then at his sister and Devlyn, then back at Glen.

Chase snorted a sigh and his beefy shoulders slumped and he trotted back the way he came, avoiding everyone's eyes and exited the di-ner, Glen and the ghouls following him, with a *ding* of the bell over the door.

"Hey Draculaura."

"Oh Hello Roswell! Was that game not the most clawsome or what!?" Draculaura couldn't contain her happiness as most of the fearleaders share a giant bowl of ice scream. After loosing their Voices the ice scream felt good.

"It was clawsome! Everyone was Stellar! .. But can I ask you something alone for a nano second?"

"Sure Roswell." The two left for a short while, and draculaura giggled, and pointed to the back of the restaurant, she disappeared in the back only to return with a ghost that look to have died there.

"Maybe that's why they call it the die-ner?" Roswell said to himself. Then smiled and waved at the Manager that waved him over.

Roswell passed Draculara as she went back to her seat whispering 'Thanks Ghoul.' She replied 'good luck" and Roswell looked a little nervous as he left his friend to go to the back of the building with the ghost.

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It was about 15 minuets later that Roswell reappeared with a bright smile on his face that could light up the sky!!

"This is nuclear!!! Guess who's starting his NEW job on Monday!!"

There was applause and cheers all around, and Roswell jumped up on the counter the bow, and gloat in the fans.

stare The Manager shook his head, pointing down and, Roswell quickly jumped down blushing a little.

"Sorry.." He muttered, bushing a piece of hair back and sat with his friends.

"Whoss rohng?" Meme asked with a gob full of food. She dabbed her lips with a napkin and picked up the phone.
"Hmm.. Mmm.. Oh. I see.. riiighht.." She pulled faces and made thoughtful noises as she scrolled through the hexts messages.

"I think.." She paused dramatically and looked him right in the eye. Ronan leaned forward in anticipation.
"That you need to delete some of these embarrassing pictures." The clown cackled as Ronan's eye widened in horror "Wha- What pictures?"

She slid the phone back over to him and laughed fiendishly, "Calm down Captain Birdseye; I'm pulling your peg leg! I wasn't snooping, don't worry!"
Ronan looked crestfallen as he stared at the screen. Meme felt a pang of sadness and her insides twisted at the thought of causing him disappointment.

"Look, I'm sorry.." She fiddled with the fingers of her gloves. "You know I'm really not good at all this seriousness and relationship stuff. But if you really want my advice, this is what I think:"

The clown leant forward with her elbows on the tables and rested her chin on her knuckles.

"It's not like you to get so invested in other monsters and I'm glad you're mainly thinking about Dori's feelings here. She's made it pretty clear that she's committed to going with you to tombcoming, and I'd take her comments exactly as she says; she's going with you regardless of her feelings towards Motthew." She smiled a little, trying to be reassuring.

"Now, the real question is what do you want after all this dance stuff is over with?"

"I can't really answer that.. But I have the feeling that she just wants you to be her escort to the dance, and then perhaps after that evening she'll spend her time with Motthew."

Meme shrugged, but understood how easy it was for Ronan to get lost when it came to other monsters emotions; who knew what they were actually thinking?

"However, you need to talk to her about it. And if you don't want to date, then you tell her. Easy as whipped cream pie!"

The clown dipped a chip in the grease from her burger, feeling satisfied with her answers.

"Or I could be totally wrong and she wants to marry you or something.." She stated casually, and munched on her chip.

Meme sat back in her chair and rubbed her stomach. "Aah, that was tasty."

She giggled to herself, picturing Ronan in a typical normie wedding dress.
"I wonder if who'll catch the bouquet?" She thought aloud.
Ronan looked up from his plate, "What? That doesn't really answer my question.."


Meme jerked in her chair as he spoke "Got a bit lost in my thoughts there.. Ronan, mate, It's only a dance. All you need to do is relax and enjoy the dead of night! You're not actually getting married and you haven't signed any contracts."
She paused. When she mentioned contracts Ronan looked terrified. She found it amusing how easy it was to wind him up. Mean, but amusing non the less. Meme continued without clarifying any further upon dating contracts. She wouldn't put it past him to try and write one up anyway..

"But make sure you precisely relay to her your intentions and expectations for the evening. And once you've figure it out for yourself, let her know your.. feelings and you selkies can talk about what happens between you after that night. Communication is everything, and besides, I'm sure she'll appreciate you being frank."

Meme smiled at Ronan's compliment. He was such a sweet boo when he wasn't being painfully awkward.
"Even if she's madly in love with him and they're going to elope to Scaris, she's said she's going with you. You've given her chance to change her mind but she's certain. You know she probably doesn't have time to dillydally with 'who to go with'. If you really regret your decision, go tell her you've changed your mind?"

Meme picked up a small left over chip from her plate and threw it at Ronan "And don't be so self-deathrecating. She's lucky to be going with such a nice monster."

Meme grinned at him. "Ah, the ol' ball and chain?" She chuckled. "No, you probably wont be spending every minute with her I guess. She's probably got a schedule to keep to and has every minute planned anyway!"

Meme was quiet for a minute, inspecting the gross chewed straw.

"If she abandons you for her timed sessions on the dance floor then you can boogie with us bachelors on the bleachers!" She didn't want to be sad that she had nobody to go with, but couldn't help feel a little upset. No one wants to be alone, but she had her bluddies at least!