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James and Sirius, for today an accountant and a dentist, respectively, put the finishing touches on the Haunted Mansion (they had started the night before, and upon finding that in the morning their changes were still there, they had been quite pleased and finished up). Now that the room where the ceiling rose was magicked so that everyone would fit in it and still have plenty of space to move. On top of that, they had magically rewired the loudspeakers to the room, put up some spooky decorations, and even completed it with fake, scary looking ghosts (they had both been quite disappointed in the morning to discover that some of their ruder decorations, including hot, naked ghosts, were removed).

Then, James began to write the letters, and started some music.

Crowley,

We're throwing a party at the Haunted Mansion. Do you think you could provide refreshments? Feel free to come as well.

- James Potter and Sirius Black

Then, identical letters were sent out to everyone in the park.

Hey,

There will be a Halloween party at the Haunted Mansion in New Orlean's Square. Come around and have a great time. Also, if you have drinks or food that you want to bring to share, feel free.

- James Potter and Sirius Black

On the bottom of the paper, there's a witch flying on a broom, actually moving around on the paper.

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Katou rolled his eyes. "Oh, give it a rest. You're the King of Corn," he said. Then, he nodded at the drink table. "I'm going to get something else to drink. It looks like they've got soda water now, so there might be something somewhat consumable."

"That was also cheesy of you, though," Setsuna cracked up. "You make yourself look bad for me. I don't even need to try."

When Katou brought up soda water, Setsuna made a face. "Screw that. I'm here to get smashed again. I'll see what else they have. The more drunk you get, the better everything starts to taste."

"Gonna wreck your li~ver~" Katou sang, but otherwise didn't protest. He headed towards the table, frowned at the drinks again, and once again chose the orange stuff, this time to mix. He didn't really like black licorice, and the herbal stuff was highly likely to be highly disgusting.

"Doubtful. I haven't drank enough for that yet," Setsuna said back, knowing it to be true. Kira usually made sure of that, and, really, Setsuna was doing this to at least get past Christmas without a severe breakdown of "Oh fucking hell, Sara might be a duck and I can't take her home" anxiety.

He took some of the orange stuff and downed it, then looked at the green stuff suspiciously. "What's this tashte like?" He was already slurring words.

Katou rolled his eyes. "Never knew what a lightweight you were," said Katou, "but I should've suspected it.

"It tastes like crap. I don't know, I haven't tasted it, just sniffed it."

After that, Setsuna tried very hard to control his speech better as he said, "S'not my fault I'm thin." It was more than that. Kira always interfering didn't help Setsuna gain much of a tolerance, either. And...Setsuna had drank much less before coming to Disneyland.

"No matter." Setsuna knocked back some of the green stuff too as a red tinge covered his cheeks. Warm and happy, the kid was far more content than he had been in a while. He hiccuped.

Katou laughed, taking a sip of his own drink. It was a little more tolerable now. "Slow down there, tiger. Save some of that for the rest of us."

"There'sh plenty," Setsuna said offhandedly, in a very easy-going, relaxed manner. "'Sides, who needs that stuff? Rum's better, and it's hiding." He never had been allowed to find it last time, after all.

Setsuna looked around carefully for Kira.

Katou snorted, then rolled his eyes. "I don't think it's 'hiding' so much as it's 'not here,'" said Katou, and he ruffled Setsuna's hair.

"S'hiding~!" the blond insisted in a happy, sing-song voice, smiling happily. When Katou ruffled his hair, Setsuna ate it up and repeated, "You're very different. But that's 'kay. Don't mind."

"Well, what can I say?" Katou said, grinning. "Can't have a guardian spirit beating up the people they're supposed to be guarding, can they?" It seemed like such a long, long time ago when he used to beat Setsuna up in the back alleys. He had almost forgotten about those days.

That whole guardian spirit thing throw Setsuna off, especially with liquor obstructing any logical thought. He just gave Katou a bright smile and said, "I'd settle for jus' a friend 'stead of beatings."

And from there, he leaned against Katou, warm.

Katou laughed, slinging an arm around Setsuna's shoulders. "Fine, fine, I'm your friend, so I ain't going to beat you up, happy?"

"Yes," Setsuna said gleefully, then honestly, driven by inebriation (maybe, he's usually so honest), "You can beat me up when I 'serve it, though. That's 'kay."

He wrapped his arms around Katou securely and hugged him tightly, forgetting for a moment all about the hiding rum. "Missed you. Dun go away again."

Katou returned the hug, and decided to ignore the beating up comment. He didn't really know what to say to it in the first place. "Don't worry," he said. "I won't leave again. But you know, if you don't want me to make out with you, you're not doing a very good job at convincing me of it." He was completely joking, but it was too good of an opportunity to pass up.

At first, Setsuna was content with a, "Mmm, good," and then he was completely puzzled when making out was brought into the conversation. Head tilted, he asked, "What's that gotta do with beatings? Are you like Senpai?"

Katou couldn't help but crack up at that. "I don't know what Kira's like, you'll need to enlighten me," said Katou. "And I was talking more about the drunken hugging than anything."

A bit loudly, and after a hiccup, Setsuna told Katou, "S'cause Kira likes getting spanked. He makes out after fights." Setsuna still didn't quite understand Katou's joke about drunken hugging.

"Hugging...? S'nothing wrong with it," he said, and snuggled against Katou.

"Oh does he?" Katou asked, then laughed. "Then yeah, I guess I'm like Kira." On the bright side, Setsuna was likely to not remember any of this.

"No," he said, giving up. Maybe if Setsuna was a little more sober... "No, there's nothing wrong with it." He took another sip from his drink over Setsuna's shoulder, still semi-hugging him.

"'kay. Now it makes more sense." Not really, but Setsuna was too drunk to comprehend that little fact.

"So who spanks Katou-senpai? I need to know so I can make sure they dun go overboard." Another hiccup, and Setsuna remained hugging.

This was far more amusing than it should have been. "No one spanks me!" Katou said. "I've been dead for months. I haven't been laid in ages."

"You should fix that," Setsuna said in all seriousness. "You and Senpai should get laid."

Katou blushed. There was no way that Setsuna was suggesting what that sounded like. "Yes, yes we should," said Katou, frantically regaining his composure. "If you find someone for me to get laid with, I'll go get laid."

Setsuna thought this over for a minute, then asked Katou, "What's your type?" How else could he know who Katou should get laid with. It was probably a blessing Setsuna hadn't immediately thought of Crowley. Too drunk to anyway.

"My... type?" Katou asked. He cleared his throat, then shrugged. "I er... don't really have one." Well, he did, but...