Juicy, wearing a huge Indian chief's headdress with colorful feathers on his head and war paint on his cheeks, made his way to the front door of the little farmhouse. He absently wondered who Reign and Marguerite had killed to "borrow" the farm for the get-together.<br/><br/>With a very large bottle of sparkling apple cider under his arm, he let himself in and shrugged out of his coat while balancing the cider bottle.<br/><br/>"Hello?! Where's the party at?"