[h2]Castlevania[/h2]

"Man, flying's always impressive," Kelly said, waving her hand under Raditz. "Yeah, you're good, handsome. But uh... that doesn't smell like pudd-"

Kelly retched a little.

"Oh god. Oh god I can smell rancid milk and rotting meat. J...just come on please."

As the two flew over the horde of shuffling zombies, Kelly's cheeks puffed up further and further. Thankfully, the smell of chlorinated water greeted them as they entered a large room... with the walls painted in a tropical vista as skeletons lazed about in a pool down below. On a marble surface, before a statue of the Virgin Mary (who neither the alien or criminal from a universe where god is a horse dragon thing recognized), a Skeleton had set up a fancy bar and was shaking up drinks. Around the statue, shelves held fine vintage alcohol and old-fashioned iceboxes. A red skeleton sat on a large rock, a bit of white gunk over its nose signifying it as a life guard.

"Urgh... looks like they set up some kinda pool... I'm... I'm gonna get something to settle my stomach."

She tried to sneak around, but a skeleton looked her dead in the eye... and went back to trying to swim. It seemed the skeletons weren't going to start anything just yet. Kelly made her way down to the bar as the skeleton bartender began shaking up something.