“Noxer!” Lexixa whined, throwing her arms over his shoulders. Noxer rolled his eyes, putting his notebook down on his desk.

“What?” She grinned and nibbled on his earlobe, sending shivers down his spine.

“Lexixa!” He muttered, playfully pushing her head away from his.

“It’s almost my birthday.” She whispered.

“Yeah?”

“I want…” Noxer turned his head slightly as looked at her as she closer her eyes and leaned on him more, pressing her body against his back.

“You want what?” He managed to say.

“A slumber party.” Noxer looked forward again and arched his brow.

“A slumber party?” Lexixa wiggled her way around the desk and sat in the chair across from him, leaning forward and resting her arms on the hardwood.

“Yes!” She said, pouting her lips slightly. “Make it a mission?” Noxer let out a laugh and tossed his head back.

“What would it be called? Operation Slumber Party?” He laughed harder, putting his hand on his forehead. Lexixa pouted.

“Yes, that’s exactly what it should be called.” Noxer stopped laughing and stared at her.

“You’re serious?” She nodded. “Really?” She nodded again. “Alright then. If you’re that serious about it, write up a report and post it on the mission bulletin board in the main lobby of the Manor.” Lexixa grinned from ear to ear and jumped up.

“Thank you!” She leaned over the desk and kissed him on the cheek before running out of the room.



“She was serious?” Odin asked, swinging his feet back and forth on the wall surrounding the pool.

“Apparently. An hour after we talked, she had the mission posted.” Noxer said, hanging his towel beside Odin on the wall. “How could I refuse her anyway? She’s always out on missions so she never gets to meet anyone at the Manor.”

“Barely anyone sees her anymore.” Odin added, running his hand through his hair. “Maybe it was for the best to at least give her this?”

“I really hope she doesn’t end up making me regret it.” Noxer sighed as he prepared himself to dive into the pool.

“Noxer!” Odin snickered to himself as Noxer stiffened at the sound of Gaxon’s angry voice.

“Yes, Gax?” Noxer grinned, turning to the other Superior.

“You let Lexixa have a Slumber Party as a mission?!” Noxer sighed unhappily, avoiding Gaxon’s gaze.

“Yep. It was the only thing she actually wanted for her birthday.” Gaxon ran his hand through his hair and chuckled, shaking his head.

“Alright, whatever.” He said, flicking some of his white locks back. Noxer smiled and dove into the pool as his best friend walked away.



The night of the slumber party and Noxer couldn’t find any of his pajama pants. He groaned as he tore through his drawers in his boxers and a white tank top.

“Noxer?” He glanced up at the door where Maxme and Juidy stood, still in their robes.

“Yes?”

“Is this thing mandatory?” Juidy asked, crossing her arms over her chest.

“I…”

“Cause barely anyone here even knows who Lexixa is.” Maxme said.

“I know, but…”

“Wouldn’t it not be fair to her if the only reason we go is because it was mandatory?”

“That makes sense but…”

“I’d like to at least know the person before spending the night with them in a drunken stupor.” Noxer put his hands up before both of them, silencing their ravings.

“Look, I understand that you don’t know her but this stupid party means something to her and I don’t think it’ll be fair to not go just because you feel awkward now. Besides, you can get to know her there and if not, there are plenty of other things to keep you busy!” He smiled brightly. “It’ll be fun, I promise. I’m quite the funny drunk.” Maxme chuckled a bit and Juidy grinned.

“Alright.” Maxme said. “But if you start singing Super Freak on top of a table, I’m going back to my room.” With that, the two of them left and Noxer sighed, knowing full well that this wasn’t the end of complaints for the night. Finally finding a pair of long black pajama pants, he made his way to the main lobby of the Manor.

When he arrived, loud music pumped through his head and all around him, making his headache spike. Lexixa sat on a table alone, gripping a tall bottle of grey goose vodka in her hand. She looked up at Noxer and smiled, hiding the bottle behind her back.

“Hey, baby!” She chirped, trying to hide her shaking voice.

“Lexi…” He walked over to her and sat next to her on the table, wrapping his arm around her shoulder.

“Do you remember if I put a time on the announcement?” She said, avoiding his questioning gaze.

“Yes.”

“Oh. Did I mention the awesome food?”

“Yes…”

“The music?”

“Yes…”

“My birthday?”

“Lexixa…”

“Did I?” She stared at him, her eyes brimming with tears. She shook her head and let her silver locks fall over her face.

“Yes.” He said, holding her tighter to him.

“Lexixa?” She lifted her head to the sound of Odin’s voice.

“Hmm?” She smiled brightly, tightly gripping Noxer’s hand. Odin smiled and turned to Jixus beside him, motioning for her to put her sleeping bag on the floor next to Noxer’s. He then sat on the other side of her and took the vodka from behind her back.

“Couldn’t wait for everyone else, could you?” Lexixa laughed and tossed her head from side to side.

“I guess not.”



Three hours into the party and almost everyone was staggering drunk. Paxvel sat on Noxer’s lap, playing with his bangs and infuriation Jixus in the process. Lexixa and Odin stood on the far side of the room, dancing and grinding against each other. Even Laimexa listened intently at Gaxon’s drunken stories. Taruxia, Xipn and Reyleix took turns bowling on one of the Wiis hooked up the big screen TV.

After a couple songs of grinding on Odin, Lexixa made her way through the crowd, getting many happy birthday wishes from the other members and a slap on the rump from Gaxon. She pushed Paxvel off of Noxer and kissed him on the cheek, smiling brightly.

“Thank you for doing this.” She said, pushing away from him. He smiled.

“Anytime.

-End…-

-EPILOGUE-
Lexixa awoke the next morning, hung over and the first awake. She sat up, shoving her blinds closed from the sunlight pouring in her window. Wait, her room? She was in the living room…

She looked back at her bed and stared at the lump turning over in it, familiar brown hair peeking out from underneath. She looked down at herself, groaning at the giant white t-shirt washing over her small body. She sat on the bed and pulled down the covers, revealing Odin laying in her bed, his arm stretched across her pillow. She sighed, nudging him.

He groaned, turning over and opening his eyes slightly. “What?” He muttered, covering his face with his arm.

“Did we do it?” He sat up quickly, staring at her.

“What?”

“Did we?” He examined her, then himself, nodding. “Fuck…”

“What’s wrong? We’ve done it before…”

“But with protection!” He stopped.

“We didn’t…?”

“I never do when I’m drunk!” She screamed, covering her face with her hands.

“Lexixa…”

“I think… we might have a problem…”