A Primus's Birthday Party & A Little Thundercat (Part II)

A Primus's Birthday Party & A Little Thundercat (Part II)
Alexus’s mouth parted.

“Context?”

“One of the clan members mentioned that he thought Willetta, who has four husbands now by the way-I’ll tell you about that later, but don’t tell anyone I told you.” She nodded. “But, he said that he thought that she had Thunder-“

Alexus walked away in his mid-sentence. Immediately returning with her sisters, they all wore a smirk as they looked at their spouses.

“Continue” Elijah shook his head.

“Nope. Don’t continue Demetri. Anytime they all look like that, whatever you’re about to say will be at our expense.”

“Well Mr.Smartypants, do you want to know or not?!” Elijah cursed under his breath.

“Curse my thirst for knowledge.” Jordan scoffed.

"We just need to use context clues. If Willetta has four husbands, and he said that he doesn’t want to become the fifth, but fears he might because she has Thunder-“His face turned red as Morgan burst out laughing. Closing his eyes, he shook his head. “Fucking hell.”

“WELL DON’T LEAVE US IN SUSPENSE!” Jordan leaned his head up and linked to Sterling who upon hearing it, leaned back and cackled hard.

“OH!!!! So it’s basically a dirtier way to say what we say about their vag-“ He stopped his words as the other guy's eyes widened. Stepping into their respective spouse, each sister folded their arms.

“What do you say?” The guys turned and glared at Sterling who rubbed the back of his neck.

“Sorry yall.”

“What.do.you.say?” Sterling scratched his head.

“That it’s like God and the Devil got together and-“ Jordan interjected.

“Created limited edition packages of-“ Elijah muttered.

“Marinated blessings wrapped in-“ Demetri sighed.

“Pure unadulterated sin.”

They watched the sisters look from one to the other before they burst out laughing. Doubled over, they couldn’t stop, it increasing as the guys glared at them. Finally stopping Rachel shook her head.

“Why do you all have to make everything so poetic? When I talk about you Wolfie, I just say that it's the biggest, thickest, deliciously curved-“

“WOAH WOAH WOAH!” Elijah shouted looking around at the others with a mortified face. Demetri almost purple looked to Alexus.

“IS THAT WHAT YOU SAY?!” She nodded.

“Minus the curve though definitely still delicious, and of course I add that your tongue is so powerful that it could make a Sunday school teacher curse while-“ He put his hand over her mouth and she laughed. Pulling it down, she pointed to Morgan. “Well if it makes you feel any better, Morgan said that Sterling and Jordan-“

“Tag team better than Matt and Jeff Hardy. Jordan pins me while Sterling climbs the ladder and backflips right into the-“ They smothered her between them, making her quiet. Seeing even Sterling embarrassed, made her laugh. “So what? You guys can talk about it but we can’t?”

“NOT WHEN YOU SAY IT LIKE THAT!” Sterling covered his chest.

“I feel so dirty.” She winked.

“You have been remember?” He wagged his finger.

“You stop that! I’m a good wolf!”

Laughing, Alexus allowed Demetri to pull her away. Folding his arms to his chest, he tried to contain his embarrassment. “So um…you said I had a problem.” She nodded. Pointing to Stacy, Demetri's face lined with confusion.

"I don’t under-NOOOO!” He screamed seeing Scott and her jerk back from one another, the moment their hands accidentally connected. Face flushed, Stacy darted off, leaving him confused. “BLOODY HELL!” He screamed again, banging his head against the wall. “Why? Hm? Why must the manager of my shame be Stacy’s beloved?”

“And you have to help her because as you can see…she’s clearly having a hard time. She asked him if he likes forks…FORKS DEMETRI…SHE ASKED THE MAN IF HE LIKES FORKS!” Demetri closed his eyes and sighed.

"This is a horrible birthday party.” Alexus chuckled.

"Well then go mingle, and stop sitting here sulking.” Walking over to the table, Demetri talked with a few of the clan members, after a few moments he found himself enjoying his party.

“OKAY TIME TO OPEN GIFTS!” Alexus shouted, ushering him to the gift table. Remembering what Mavier had once told him, he tore at the paper in excitement. He grinned.

“I KNOW WHO GOT ME THIS CAPE THAT MATCHES MY EYES!” Pointing to Jerry and Tracey, he nodded in appreciation. He opened another gift and cut his eyes. “Who the hell would get me bengay, fixident and-Sterling!” Sterling cackled.

"Just thought you might be running low.” Shifting his attention to Morgan and Jordan, they both nodded in agreement. Jordan wrapped his hands around Sterling's throat.

“YOU AGEIST LITTLE SHIT!”

“AHHHH I WAS JUST PLAYING! I GOT HIM A REAL GIFT I SWEAR!”

Releasing him, Jordan adjusted his clothes. Continuing with his gifts, Demetri looked down to see three large ones, all white, with beautiful gold trimming. Opening it, his eyes widened at the three blue fixtures. He opened the other matching one and seethed seeing a vase that inside made him happy. He glared at Scott who happily waved.

“You never got your light fixtures sir! So I went ahead and brought them and put another in as a birthday gift! I heard you like roses, we have a great selection of vases. I picked this one based on your outrage at the store. To me it says- I’m going to kill you, but please enjoy my well-crafted interior design as I strangle the very life from your body..”

Demetri found himself pissed. That was exactly his aesthetic. He’d worked hard to ensure anyone who he had to maul in his home, at the very least was surrounded by good taste. And because Scott had not only figured that out, but had included the gift receipt in case he didn't like his selection, Demetri found himself trying his hardest to not fold the man in half. He hissed.

“Aren’t you ever the thoughtful one, maze manager Scott.”

“Gee thanks! And I really do appreciate being invited to your party! I thought for certain after the footprint incident…and the picking me up by my head thing…we had gotten off on the wrong foot and yet! Here I am!”

Demetri fumed. “Yes. HERE YOU ARE!” He didn’t know why he was pissed off. He’d embarrassed himself in front of his share amount of people, but with Scott it was different. His happy smile and likable nature, made Demetri want to punch him in the face. Ignoring him for the rest of the gift opening, Demetri found himself standing next to Stacy, glaring at her. “So he’s your beloved?”

She choked on her drink. “That obvious huh?” He scoffed.

“Yeah…fucking Scott.” She arched her brow.

“Y-you don’t like Scott? Oh! Does he give you a bad vibe? Do you think I shouldn’t say anything Primus?”

Eyes almost the size of slits, Demetri watched Scott help clean up some juice that had been spilled. He hated him, and the more he tried to process why he realized he had no true reason. He’d been the one who accused Scott of being a sorcerer who was holding him hostage. It was him who picked Scott up by his head and slung him around Ikea after destroying items. And in his processing he realized something. He hated Scott, because Scott reminded him of his failed attempts at friendship with Jerry. And if that was the case, then that could mean only one thing.

“BLOODY HELL!” He shouted scaring Stacy. “I wish to be his damn friend.”

Sighing he called Scott over. Joining them, Scott's face reddened seeing Stacy. He looked to Demetri. “H-How can I-“ Demetri couldn’t help but laugh.

“Non-sorcerer Scott. Have you and Stacy met?” He shook his head.

“Not formally.”

“Well, Stacy this is Scott. Notice how you both have the same letter that starts your name. Perhaps this can be a conversation starter as I wish that all of my friends get to know one another.” Scott beamed.

“That’s awesome that you consider us friends! I was worried for a moment earlier that I’d misjudge the situation." Demetri tried his best to hide his scowl.

“Yes well, you two get to know one another.” Walking away, he heard Scott say.

“You know I-I originally was going to be named Jacob, but I like Scott better...I like Stacy too..a lot. We have all types of forks at Ikea…do..do um…do you have a favorite kind?”