Bab 662: [Bonus chapter]Party Planner

I strode all the way back down to the living room, paced about for a few moments, lamented a little more about the utter lack of ticking doom hanging on any of the walls, before I went digging into the pantry scouring about for anything resembling party essentials. 

There's usually beer at these things, right? Lots of plastic cups, snacks, and laughter? Maybe a speaker or two blaring a remix of a pop song, a dance floor perhaps—am I getting this right? Or am I just blindly following a standard decades of movies had set for me?

Handling magic is one thing, but hosting a party? Yeah no, that just ain't my forte. 

Then as I was wallowing there in my cluelessness, I heard the screech of wheels pulling up at the front of my driveway, and almost immediately, pulling my head out from deep inside a cabinet, I made a mad dash towards the front door.