Claudia pulled her fuzzy purple shrug hoodie over her head and shook her short auburn hair out of her face. Her honey brown eyes shone with excitement as she swiped mascara over her eyelashes. Bouncing over to her dresser, she dug through her sock drawer until she found a matching pair of black and purple knee highs. After lacing the rainbow laces on her shiny black Doc Marten boots, Claudia smoothed down the one skirt she owned to make sure she wouldn't be flashing anyone in the near future. Flinging open the door of the room she claimed as her own at Leena's Bed and Breakfast, she nearly tripped over her feet while rushing down the stairs.

"Happy 21st birthday to me!" Claudia exclaimed as she burst into the breakfast nook as Agents Pete and Myka stooped behind Artie to be included in the Farnsworth call to Steve. "Who's ready to party...?"

Claudia's question trailed off as her smile faded. The three blank stares she was receiving from her friends told her that they would not be partying tonight.

"Oh, Claudia we got a ping..."

"There's an artifact in Georgia that's..."

"Claude, I'm sorry but..."

Each half sentence filled with more sympathy and regret than the first, the trio of agents all started moving at the same time trying to get around each other to awkwardly hug the birthday girl and promise to call when they landed. Artie paused at the doorway to look back at the crest fallen Claudia and started to say something when she shook her head and brushed past him.

"But I even wore a skirt," Artie heard Claudia mutter as she stomped back up the stairs.

When Claudia heard the front door of the B&B click shut, signaling the exit of Pete, Myka, and Artie, she emerged from her room and sat down on the top stair in a huff. After a minute of staring daggers into the door at the bottom of the stairs, an idea began to form. Claudia's back slowly straightened out of her slouch as a smile bloomed across her face.

"Who says I can't still have a party," she asked herself while grabbing the keys to the Oldsmobile and slammed the door behind her.

Claudia skipped through the Warehouse with the golden bottomless cookie jar ("Because who doesn't love cookies?") under one arm, and a pair of silver and black headphones that had once belonged to Wolfman Jack "Unlimited concerts? Dude!") under the other. The clicking of Trailer's toe nails followed the young woman as she weaved her way through the aisles until she came upon an orange crushed velvet sofa. Spotting a goblet on the shelf with a decorative grape vine carved in a lazy spiral, she grabbed it and flung herself across the sofa with Trailer following suit. Just as the first notes of 'I'll be there for you' started emanating from within the couch, Claudia shoved the headphones over her ears and thought really hard about the Wembley Stadium Queen concert of 1986.

Popping the top of the cookie jar and activating the goblet so it filled with wine, Claudia closed her eyes and relaxed into the sofa. As she sipped from Dionysus' wine goblet, swearing to put the goblet away after 2 refills, her mind quieted as Freddy Mercury's legendary voice filled her ears. Distracted by the calming effects of the wine, and the music flowing from the headphones, it wasn't until she felt her heart grow heavy that she realized she had passed her 2 refill stopping point. Cursing the duel personalities of the wine god ("Why did I think that goblet was a good idea?"), she figured one more refill couldn't hurt at this point. Trailer's sharp bark penetrated the head phone's musical capabilities and Claudia sighed as she pulled them off and finally set aside the goblet. She slid off the sofa in order to cut off the lyrics still radiating from the innards of the cushions. Reaching for the steaming mug of coffee that seemed to be calling her name, she stared down into the rich brown concoction before shrugging and bringing the cup to her lips.

"Ahh... liquid bliss."

Leaning back into the sofa and letting the coffee counteract the alcohol in her system, she absentmindedly stroked the fur down Trailer's back while letting her mind wander. After an indeterminate amount of time, she felt the caffeine begin to sing in her blood, and her limbs twitched with the urge to move. Pushing herself into a standing position while attempting to avoid the singing sofa, she grabbed her Farnsworth from the coffee table ("When did I take that out?") and made her way down an aisle in search of something that would lift her spirits.

"C'mon Trailer, let's go find some trouble."

Upon reaching a white door with a gold star mounted at eye level, she couldn't resist turning the knob and peering inside the inky black room. When nothing happened, she tentatively raised her foot, thrust it into the room and waved it around to make sure there weren't any motion sensitive defense mechanisms.

"Not my smartest idea… good thing there weren't any.. zoinks!" Claudia yelped as lights popped on into life and revealed what could only be a dressing room.

"Oh.. my.. god." Trailing her fingers across the fabric of dozens of dresses, jackets, slacks, and other various pieces of clothing, her spirits indeed lifted when her hand stopped at a length of vibrant red cloth. Lifting it off the plush hanger, she almost squealed in delight when she spotted a golden emblem in the shape of a S. Ignoring Trailer's whine of protest, she swept the cape across her shoulders and tied it around her neck. She strode out of the dressing room, paused for a moment with her chest puffed out and her hands on her hips, then punched her fist into the air.

Trailer watched as Claudia shot into the air with a shriek, and promptly crashed to the ground 3 aisles away. The dog got off his haunches to investigate when his human companion whooshed over his head with a warning shout fading as she flew farther away.

"Trailer! Never drink and flyyyyyy…!"