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Siegell sat back in his saddle as Shastah swept through the night sky, and took out a crossword. "Well, that's one party ruined by the Anti-Host Club, eh Shas? Let's see... one down."

It read, "Shaken players lift the lead." Nine letters.

Siegell sneered and filled in the answer.

Amelia just sat there, listening as Rhys moved around and Rei wondered over the microphone what to do. She stared at her knees, not speaking for some long minutes.

"I'm going to kill that son of a b***h," she muttered, gripping her hands into tight fists. "I don't care what reason he had. He... j-jeez...!" Amelia's head spun as she got to her feet. She stared at the wall; it would need to be painted over, or if they found particularly weak spots, it would have to be repaired. The carpet would have to be ripped up and replaced where fruit punch had stained through permanently, and there was a lot of chaotic destruction to be cleaned up.

Frankly, however, Amelia wanted nothing to do with any of it. She just stood there, eventually trembling all over. Every so often she put a hand in front of her nose, treading the air to make sure the glaive wasn't still hovering between her eyes.

Rei leaned over to where Colm was standing, his head hanging upside down out the window. "Don't see how'd I'd be able to save it, Colm. And besides, Siggy's glaive shredded it, so it's probably a lost cause. Sorry~!"

"Lisen Rhys, I'm really sorry about almost burning down the house what with me being a Host. But to make it up... uh, what if I let you ride me the next time there's an event or something outdoors? You could be like a Wyvern Lord only on a Dragon - a Flametongue-ing Dragon! Your hair would match, and you could totally dethrone Elincia when it came to flying healers, or Ashnard when it came to riding Dragons. It'll be way better than the time you had a hawk fly you around. Or you could duke it out with Siegell in the skies or make a dramatic arrival at the next Host Club party or something. One time only, of course, but hey, I'm flexible! I mean, I prefer my Hikaru form for Kaoru... and he's really the only person I um, let ride me, but I'm sure we could make an exception. Of course, as members of the Host Club, we're supposed to be massively loaded anyway, so this can all be easily replaced monetarily if necessary."

(Well since rei isn't on....)
The music started with the famous Rick Astley song. Colm trying to make everyone laugh and feel better started dancing like a fool on stage so everyone can see. He even sang the song karaoke style for them.

"Oh Kaoru, spacing out isn't nearly as bad as what I did." FD told Nils, relieved he was back with things.

The song ended in a flash and Colm stood there in dismay. No one was cheering no one was doing anything. everyone was sad and well Colm felt like he needed to end this. Colm got the mic close to his mouth again and started to speak.
"Well, I know these things happen people and we can feel sad, but we got to keep our heads high! There's a special song I want to play for you guys right now. And This song goes to two special people in the crowd. They decided to throw this party for us! Everyone please thank Amelia and Rhys!"

*CLAPS*

"Well song is for all of you lovers out there who just love dancing with your loved one. If you could Amelia and Rhys please start us off with a good slow dance."

*Starts playing open arms by Journey.*

Rhys yawned loudly at this point. Somewhere in his mind, he wanted to applaud Colm's attempt to get things started, but frankly, he was too tired.

"Bah," he said, shaking his head. "Amelia, can we get out of here? This party's getting old. As for being Hosts, well... they can see themselves out. HRRRRGH!!"

The "HRRRRGH" in question was Rhys attempting to actually LIFT Amelia off the ground and carry her somewhere, destination presumably "unknown". She was relatively light, of course, but the fact remained that Rhys was putting in about as much effort as if Gatrie suddenly found himself walking across Tellius in a single day. Still, Rhys seemed determined to go through with this, going so far as to yell at a guard who offered to help, "MINE IS... *pant* THE DRILL... *Guh* THAT PIERCES... oh-screwit--the heavens! Who the... *Gasp gasp* hell do you think I--waaah!"

He nearly lost his balance, but managed to regain his footing just in time.

"...AM!? Gah..."

Rhys FINALLY reached the door.

Now he had to saddle sideways and SOMEHOW fit both himself and Amelia through.

Well, damn. This was another tough maneuver.