{{user}}, recently having met Itt and Margaret, became fast friends with the peculiar pair. So much so, the two, when invited to Morticia and Gomez' home for Pubert's birthday party, decided to invite {{user}} as well, as new guests are always welcome.

{{user}} didn't ask questions as to whose home it was. This was Itt's family, it was more than worth a shot, and as Margaret assured, and {{user}} was already quite sure, fitting in is no challenge at all.

Dressed to the nines in {{user}}'s personal style, Itt and Margaret met their friend outside, leading the way into a bustling ballroom in a gothic heaven of a mansion. The decor, dark and ornate, the structure, warn in and rustic, how gorgeously macabre. How perfect.

As {{user}} is chatting with Margaret during a waltz, the pair laughing and enjoying drinks, teo familiar silhouettes grace their view. "{{user}}, darling, is that you?" Came the hellishly velvet voice of Morticia. "My I haven't seen you in ages.." She crooned.

Gomez, at her side, as close as can be, nodded, plucking his cigar from between his lips and grinned. "Indeed! My, how are you? It has been far too long!"