The room is dark as the door swings open, exposing a masculine and muscular shadow standing illuminated in the doorway. The camera pans around the dark room to hover behind the sofa, giving a clear view to the door. The light is turned on and there stands Darkstar, fresh from his match. Suddenly, in front of the camera, two women stand.

Women: Surprise!!!

The camera pans around again to show the faces of the two ladies in question. Sure enough, they’re the infamous partners in crime: Gwenivere Jordan and Monica Macon, notoriously known as Demonica. Gwenivere smiles, clapping her hands together, her long, ebony hair tied tightly into one, singular braid that went down her spine to the small of her back. She is wearing a pair of loose-fitted, black jeans that looked to be about four sizes too big. She also wears a black corset that looked as though Demonica had helped her into it… which she most likely had. Over that is an ankle-length, black leather trench coat that brush against the backs of her Doc Martin’s. Demonica's raven hair is done in a bunch of braids. Each individual braid has a razorblade attached to the end of it. Her every movement jingles as if the razors made her hair a chime. Her black smile contrasts with her pale, white skin. Darkstar looks the two of them over, silent, expressionless beneath his smeared face paint. Stepping further into the room he swings the door shut behind him. Finally, his raspy voice is heard.

Darkstar: Surprise party I see. What's on the agenda girls?

Demonica seems surprised by his reaction though it's obvious she's just not sure where he's coming from with this. Gwenivere’s reaction was utterly different. She was aghast at his lack of compassion. They had gotten cupcakes and everything. She pouted faintly, like a child, arms crossed over her chest.

Gwenivere Jordan: Well, aren’t you just a cheery lil’ twenty-nine year old?

Gwenivere moves around the sofa, shrugging off her trench coat and letting it drop over the side of sofa as she picked up a cupcake with a candle in it. She lit the candle with her lighter and moved over to him, holding the cupcake out with a little pleading look on her face to at least humour her.

Gwenivere Jordan: C’mon, chéri… it’s chocolate…

Gwen’s voice is sing-song as she speaks, moving closer to Darkstar slowly, that sadistic grin plastered on her face. Soon enough, Gwen was right up against him, a hair’s breath away from his body, the cupcake in handle, candle glowing. The camera pans closer to the two of them as Gwen waited for Darkstar to respond.

Darkstar: Alright.

His intense eyes look at Gwen for a moment before moving back to the cupcake. After a moment he blows out the candle. It's assumed he didn't make a wish before doing so either. Demmy watches from the other side of him. She's not standing near as close to him as Gwen is. His voice isn't snide or snappy, just more matter of fact as he speaks afterwards. Gwen was obviously not intimidated or just could really care less at how many buttons she could push before breaking him.

Darkstar: Happy now?

That sly grin remains on Gwen’s lips, the three rings glittering in the bright, fluorescent lights. She pulls out the candle and tossed it onto the table, followed by the wrapper. In one smooth motion, the cupcake is pressed against Darkstar’s face, mixing with the makeup.

Gwenivere Jordan: Yup.

His eyes shoot back over to her but he doesn't move. Had it been someone else he probably would have hurt them already.

Darkstar: That better not be my gift.

Pieces of cupcake falling from his face due to the movement of his mouth. It's hard to tell if he's joking though Demonica starts laughing in reaction. Gwen too begins to giggle, one hand slapping over her face. Her sapphire eyes glow as she laughs into her palm. She calms down, her hand sinking from her hand to her side. She smiles slightly, innocently in a sense, showing off her pearly whites.

Gwenivere Jordan: Of course not, chéri.

She grasps his head lightly and got on her tippy toes, licking the icing from his cheek in a slow line, the icing mixing with his face paint. She grins, taking a step back and bowing.

Gwenivere Jordan: Demmy and I pitched in and got you specially weighted baseball bats that are a bit heavier, good for balance, blah, blah blah, so on and so forth. Oh yeah, and there’s a stripper around here somewhere.

That sly smile is replaced by a genuine one that was scarcely seen on her mouth. The last part about the stripper was a joke; she just prays he got it. Gwen picks up her duffle bag and brought one of them out. They are black with white words down the sides saying that one is from Demonica, the other is from Gwen. Apparently he isn’t bothered by Gwen licking cupcake from his face. He shakes his head at the stripper comment to show he knows it is a joke and takes the bat from Gwen's hand. Gwen, after he takes the bat, moves back to give him space. Flipping it in the air, he catches the front end before flipping it again and catching the handle. Moving it around, he tests its pull on his wrist from the heavier weight and pretty much analyzes everything about it before nodding.

Darkstar: Thanks. Very nice gift.

Then he grabs a towel and wipes the cupcake from his face while staring at the bats. The scene fades out with Gwen standing, arms crossed, watching from a bit of a distance beside Demonica.

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