The party had been going on for about two hours at this point and people were still piling into the door. Each and every one of them were given a tin coin with a number on it, and there were only a few left.
The techno remixes of game themes and shouts for someone to take it all off echoed through the gaming store. Beer and trampled hostess products were carpeting the floor and cheesy skulls and pumpkin cut outs were absolutely everywhere. A fat balding man in his late thirties was manning a DJ booth and clearly drunk if the way that he was swaying was any indication. That or a really, really bad dancer.
Two of the guys who were still playing magic instead of dancing or chatting were dressed in some of the most minimalist costumes that could still be called as such. One had a sign around his neck reading Nudist On Strike and the other had a yellow circle painted on his forehead.
"Good God is that Foster? I thought he hated parties?" the guy with the yellow circle noted spotting a man without any form of costume at all. He was flinching in time to the music and looking like he was either going to break into a berserk rage or make a break for it.
"He's probably just sticking around for a shot at the prize, his hatred for crowds is just slightly overruled by his greed." the Nudist On Strike noted. They were Bill and Ted respectively and absolutely hated the joke every single time it came up.
"Yea, one wish is an interesting prospect. Good way to explain away the twenty dollar entrance fee." Bill remarked calmly as he glanced over his cards. He really wanted to throw a lava axe but Ted might be able to send it back, was it worth the risk?
"Hey check it out, that goth girl's here. What the heck could she want from a gaming store wish?" Ted remarked looking past Bill. Bill turned and smirked.
"Probably a Vampire book or something. Although... oh my god. Is that her brother? She dragged that jock here?" he remarked spotting a larger man who was in his basketball uniform.
That was when the music suddenly cut off, then a massive base slam shook the store. "Boils and Ghouls! The One Hundredth Token has been given. The doors are now closed and we will now find out whom amongst us is blessed with one wish!" an Arabian man in a Genie outfit complete with scimitar and turban shouted. He was Al, it was the only part of his name he trusted non-Arabs not to mangle.
A cheer went up from the crowd and Foster could be seen covering his ears with his hands. "I hold in my hand the Dee One Hundred that will determine tonight's lucky winner. Any one wish in my power will be yours!" Al shouted to the gleeful masses. He had a huge smile on his face and was drinking up the attention.
He threw the dice against a wall and it bounced off and rolled to a stop in front of him. He looked down and chuckled, then looked up a strange glow around his eyes. "Number eighty-seven. You will now state your wish aloud." he commanded as everyone froze, held by some spectral force.
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