Blue Blood

Party Time

Back on the road again. I lost count of how many days we've been out here but it can't be that many. Still, it feels longer than it probably is.

Rody skips a rock with his foot and hums a little tune. I can't help but smile. He finishes his humming and it's quiet again.

I don't like the silence between us so I gather some courage and hum along to a song I know. Rody closes his eyes and sighs.

"I love that song." He's says so sickeningly sweet it makes my heart want to stop.

I keep humming until we get closer to the border. We reach the Maston fort base but nobody is there. That's . . . Odd. I push the thought away for later and notice some ash on the ground.

"I don't have a good feeling about this." Rody mumbles holding onto my pinkie with his own. I can't help but feel a little giddy when he touches me, makes me feel special. I assure him that we're gonna be okay, but keep a hand on my weapon and keep walking.

Up ahead we see a large building with big lights flashing all about. This doesn't seem right, this is a Maston fort, why would there be purple flashing lights inside?

We walk up to the door and before we can open it, the door busts open.

"Oh my! You must be here for the party!"

"Uh party?" Rody asks, interest dripping from his words.

"Oh yes a party. Oh . . ." She gives us a dirty look.

"You can't go to the party dressed like that." She says gesturing at our attire.

"Hey! I look cool." Rody defends pouting.

"Come, come with me we'll get you fixed up nicely, MARGE, SAMPSON, ALICATE, WE HAVE SOME PEOPLE IN DESPERATE NEED OF A MAKEOVER!" The woman yells behind her.

Before we can protest or talk about this we are ushered inside by extravagantly dressed men and women, a whole crowd of them. They take me to a room on the right and Rody to a room on the left.

Immediately, my armor and just about everything else I'm wearing is taken off and I'm thrown into a bath.

"W-Hey Wait!"

The people start scrubbing my body and washing my hair and I feel very uncomfortable. The people don't seem to care that I'm basically naked or that I'm confused out of my mind. This is all happening at the speed of lighting.

The shampoo they're using smells like pine and apples which I actually really like but it burns at my wounds.

"Wha-Wait-wait, I don't know what's going on, we were just trying to get into Maston."

"Ah well welcome to your initiation! Quite lucky you are to have one of those."

I'm so confused.

"If you want to get to Maston, first you'll have to party, that's our rule!"

Maston has never had a rule on partying before entry, what is going on!?

I'm quickly dried and thrown into a seat where they wrap a cloth around my neck and start giving me a hair cut.

I decide not to fight it due to the man going wild with the scissors and I don't want to die by barber. After he's done he quickly hands me a mirror. Not bad, I actually quite like it. Just as quickly as I got it, it's taken away.

I stand up and a few girls run up with yellow strings and start measuring me. I get kind of nervous but I don't want these crazy people to kill me so I stay quiet. They bring the measurements to a red headed woman in black and she nods in agreement.

"Hmm, yes I think a navy blue would look nice." She says inspecting my, well, everything.

She whips a wand from her pocket and flicks it about. Different clothing materials fly around my body, encasing me. Needles start to pop out of drawers and I gulp. Thankfully, they don't stab me but instead start sewing up the seams.

Within a matter of seconds I'm in a new outfit. It's a little tight in some spaces but I think it's supposed to be that way. They push me onto a pedestal and three mirrors appear around me so I can see myself. I've never looked so fancy or handsome. It's like a whole new person in the mirror. This tux is really something.

I go to pull the tie down a bit and an older woman swats my hand. I shoot her a dirty look for that. Men and women swarm around my face with various brushes and is that lipstick?

They yell at me to sit still and the old woman bats me on the head. They finish quickly and I'm stunned by their work. It still looks like me, just better. The colors of my face are richer and my lips are actually smooth for once instead of chapped. My eyebrows are shaped, my lashes are a little darker and my skin looks smooth. Wow.

Everyone exchanges a look. "He's perfect." They all chime in unison.

They drag me off the pedestal and push me back toward the door I came through.

"Come now, lets not leave your date waiting!"

Date? Do they mean Rody? Do they think we're a couple? Oh my gods they totally do. I don't know how to feel but I guess happy works. No actually I don't think happy is enough, ecstatic maybe? Yeah, ecstatic.

They push me out the door and the door across opens at the same time to reveal . . . Oh my gods!

My lungs fail me and my heart stops. They put him in a dress. His hair is curled perfectly and looks a little longer. His nails are painted blue. Oh my gods.

The dress is slim fitting and sleeveless. It has a heart shaped neckline and an open back. It's a stunning red and flows down to the floor.

His red hair swishes and swirls in the perfect pattern and shines brilliantly. His face glows; His eye shadow is a smoky red and his eye lashes are long and black. His cheeks are perky pink and his eyes are shining brighter than I've seen in a long time. His lips look soft and a perfect pink. I think I'm gonna faint.

He stares stunned and scratches the back of his neck.

I quickly check my outfit and make sure it's straightened out perfectly and check my hair too. He giggles and my knees go weak.

"Oh! Almost forgot!" A woman comes up next to me and starts painting red onto my nails.

I don't pay attention to her and admire Rody's beauty instead. He's so beautiful, so handsome.

The nail polish dries quickly and they place my hand is his.

"Have fun!" They shout behind us and set us off.

We're both blushing as red as tomatoes. This may be the best day of my life.