*Do Round Robins usually go in the Artiste Forum? I can't quite remember. I suppose it's safest to post it here. Anyway, I doubt this will work because TW has been so dead lately, but I'ma gonna try!!


JarethsGirl rolled out of bed, her head spinning from the crazy antics of the night before. "What a party," she mumbled as she gazed out her window at the leaves, which were turning lovely shades of red and orange. She shook the lump under the covers, and a frenchman with an accordian scurried out and stumbled down the fire escape. JG shuffled to the Mr. Coffee machine in her Ludo-hair slippers, trying to recall the nights events. She puzzled away as the coffee gurgled and spurted and steamed. All she could remember was making out with some guy from an Air Supply cover band and playing Twister with the cast of last season's Surreal Life. Then like a ton of bricks, it hit her. The image of a man in a seafoam leisure suit with a handlebar mustache and funny eyes.. handing her a card of some sort. She hadn't bothered to look at it because the man hadn't spoke a word. He had simply handed her the card, then with a twitch of his stache he was off into the night. "Where did I put that thing?" she wondered.

JG began tearing through her dirty laundry, looking for that pair of iridescent green spandex pants she had worn the night before. Then she noticed a glimmer in the corner of her eye. She pulled them down from the ceiling fan and dug her hand in the back pocket... There she found the card.

It read.. "For a spooktacular evening, join me on All Hallow's Eve at the mansion at the top of the hill." It pictured a little green cartoon dracula.. hand drawn.. "What mansion? What hill? What the hell?" she murmured. "Who WAS that guy? And why did he invite ME?" JG looked back at the card, and scribbled at the bottom was, "P.S. Bring as many friends as you'd like."

JarethsGirl wondered if she should go. The circumstances seemed a little odd. But that's how she lived her life, why stop now? She declared, "I am GOING to that party! ....I'm just not going to drink the punch.... HEY! Wait a minute! Why go it alone? ..I could invite all of TW to join!!"

She picked up her phone and dialed the first TWer that came to her mind...

RING!!!!


PMs make my pulse quicken.

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Edited by Sysiyo on 10/23/04 07:04 PM (server time).