Dick and Erika's Wedding

Okay. So you all already know that Dick and Erika are married. But no one ever acted out, so we just said "they're married." The End.

But we wanted them to be married - formally. So we're rewinding time (but it's somehow still in the present) to when they were just dating. They're getting married the night before Valentines Day. All the BG's are there, and once they're married, they'll all go to the V-Day party, and have a blast, and somehow time will catch up with itself.

Okay, so Dick and Erika are getting married at 11:00 pm, and this is starting at ten o'clock the day of(the day before V-Day). So we have time. Everyone's getting ready, decorating, and deciding who's going to be the best man and the flower girl and the maid of honor and all that jazz. What food is going to be eaten, who's singing, that stuff.

Anyone can come, but each person has to bring at least ONE gift. Doesn't have to be good, but you have to bring one.

Enjoy!

Erika walked around tha bar. She wasn't in her dress yet, just in a pair of light blue jeans with marker drawings all over them, and a black tank top, also, she had on red flip flops. Her hair was pulled back in a simple ponytail, and she had skull earings on.

Phoebe was setting up the stage for whoever would be providing entertainment that night.

"No, Phoebe, the mike is supposed to be over there!" Erika snapped, pointing.

Phoebe rolled her eyes, but moved the mike.

Missy walked by with a plate of raw chicken (for the guests).

"Wrong way, Missy!" Erika said in frustration.

Missy looked ready to snarl back, but thought better of it and did as Erika said.

Dawn was weaving black roses and dead lilys into the arch above where Dick and Erika would be during the ceremony.

"Dawn, I said dead daisies, not lilys!" Erika practically shouted.

Dawn, still a sensative, fourteen-year-old good guy, looked down, flushing, and mumbled something about apologies.

Missy walked by. "I see some one is a bit tense on her wedding day."

"I'm CALM!!!" Erika said, her hands clenched so hard her knuckles were white. "I just want everything to be PERFECT, OKAY?!?!?!?"

"Boy, am I glad I don't live with her." Dawg thought as he sat at a near-by table getting drunk.

"Pshaa, yeah right." A voice suddenly said from the corner table.

Dawg flinched as he wondered who was stupid enough to talk to Erika like that.

He looked over and saw Arisa in the corner, slurping a massive mug of ale.

Dawg quickly moved to the table furthest away from Erika, not wanting to get hit by any projectiles.

Erika grabbed a butchers knife from behind the bar, and hurled it at Arisa.

She turned to Dawg. "NO GETTING DRUNK AT MY WEDDING!!!!!" she shouted. "Arggghh, I need a breather."

She headed for the door, grabbing her purse, saying, "I'll be back in half and hour. Don't - do - anything - STUPID!!!!!" She slammed the door of the bar on her way out.

Missy listened to her driving off. "She's gone. Speak freely."

Phoebe whiped her forehead. "Sheesh. What she needs is a hot bubble bath, followed by a massage, followed by ice cream, followed by a MIRACLE!!!!"

Dawn nodded.

Arisa nimbly caught the knife with her right paw, half an inch close to getting her brain impaled.

She then stabbed the table with it, and started to talk again.

"What a spazz." She said, before taking a large swing of her ale.

Dawg looked at his beer, and tossed it aside.

Dog's didn't like beer anyway.

Missy yawned, stretched, then grabbed some rum.

"Missy, you really think you could catch a knife half an inch from your skull?" Phoebe asked.

"I'm not getting drunk!" Missy defended. "Indulgiance is fine. As long as you don't overindulge."

Phoebe shrugged. "You're brain."

Dawn sighed. "Seriously, what's Erika's issue today?"

"She's just freaking out, that's what any psychotic bride would do." Arisa said.

"I wonder how Dick is coping?" Missy wondered.

"Hey Dawg, shouldn't you be with the other guys and Dick?" Phoebe inquired. "I mean, isn't this like the bachelorette party? Or are you too much of a girl to hang with the guys?"

"This isn't a bachelorette party," Dawn said. "Some of my foster parents would get married and sometimes their siblings would, and I'd spy on the bachelorette parties. This is SO not a bachelorette party."

Dawg growled at Phoebe.

"Nah, he just hasn't gathered the courage to ask Miki if she wants to go with him to the party tomorrow." Arisa said.

Dawg growled again, this time louder.

"Oh, I've hit a nerve, have I?" She smirked smartly.

Then she paused, and blinked for a moment.

"That's interesting, Dick and Erika are getting married on Friday the 13th." She said, wondering if it mattered.

Kevin leaned against a doorway. He pulled out a cigarette. "Is Friday the 13 bad luck for Bad Guys or good luck?"
Phoebe shrugged. "I want to meet Barbas."

Dawn nodded. "That would be interesting."

"Who is Barbas?" Missy asked. "And what kind of name is BARBAS?"

"What kind of name is Missy?" Phoebe shot back.

Missy gurgled rum, then spat it a Phoebe.

"that's disgusting," Dawn said.

Phoebe dodged the rum-spit. "How uncivilized. Barbas is the Demon of Fear. Not a demon of fear - The Demon of Fear. He appears on earth once every 1,300 years on Friday the thirteenth. If he can kill 13 unmarried, good witches before midnight, he'll be released from his eternal prison to wreak his terror everyday."

"He can tell your worst fears, and bring them to life," Dawn shuddered. "They're merely illusions of course, though."

"Then how do they kill you?" Missy asked.

"Well, he frightens you to death." Phoebe sat on stage. "It would be totally wicked to meet him."

Arisa was completely clueless as to who this person was, but she didn't really care.

"What a waste of perfectly good rum." Arisa said, finishing her mug of ale.

Missy rolled her eyes.

"She's drunk," Phoebe said. "I guess whe shouldn't have expected more from our star slacker."

Jason and No One looked at each other with an expression that seemed to say I'm glad I'm not marrying her.

"We'll go get the lucky man" said Jason. No One nodded.

Ami was leaning against the wall. "Why am I here? I don't even like Erika."

L-Fang was a few feet away from her. "You're Dick's sister. And everyone has to come. Do you think I'm here for the punch?"

As Jason and No One neared the door, it swung open to reveal a very macho looking male tiger.

"Hellooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!" He said.

"Oh. My. God. WHO INVITED HIM?" said Emerald.

"Oops." said Bee.

Jason and No One lept backwards.

"Ah, such a lovely place to have a wedding! You're all going to remember this night for a long time!" Though the tiger looked manly, the wa he spoke was rather feminine.

((What if Ricky was like the priest or something?))