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"It is about me, it's about me caring about you as a friend Riley!" She huffed a bit as the mindflayer wailed into her head. "No nothings wrong with me, I'm fine, I'm happy right now and half of that is because of what you told me when you came to visit my room last time." Sure enough Riley was turning all kinds of purple and indigo now. "Like I said, it's because I'm your friend. What kind of friend would I be if I didn't?"

For a moment she let Riley hide behind her hands, it was honestly the strangest thing she had ever seen, Riley, honestly seemed afraid. What followed only confirmed it before she leaned in to give the ghoul a hug. "Riley, don't be. Why would you be scared?"

Morrigan sighed with relief as Christof disbanded to get them both something to drink. She needed to clear her head and compose herself and this gave her the perfect opportunity to do just that. What had she just done? It was so random. She didn't even do it to get back at her father. It had been a genuine kiss. And what would happen if her father found out and he would find out, he always found out! He would be absolutely livid with her! It both excited her and scared her. She hated her father with every ounce of her being but she was terrified of him.

A drink was beginning to sound really nice. It may also help wash down any germs she contracted from kissing the undead boil. It wasn't as horrible as it could have been though. Of course, she could have done it wrong. He had seemed in a hurry to skedaddle and that was never a good sign, was it? Had she made him uncomfortable? She hadn't meant to make things worse. She had gotten lost in the moment and he had been her knight in old fashioned, somewhat rusted armor. At least she had controlled her body temperature. She had a way of getting a bit too hot when she was emotional.

Looking around, she noticed a bit of chaos here and there. Other ghouls seemed to be in socially embarrassing situations so she didn't feel quite as hopeless anymore. Perhaps so much was going on that no one even noticed her stumble, the kiss, or that she was now practically barefoot. She had her stockings on but they didn't protect her feet well against the cold floor.

She felt something brush against her back foot and instinctively dropped down to pick Mimic up, bringing him to cuddle against her chest. In many ways, he was her teddy bear. She always felt comforted to have him in her arms. He always seemed to know when she needed him too. "Thank you for grabbing my shoes," she whispered, leaning down to kiss the top of his metal head.

He beamed. His mistress had noticed! Take that, you giant piece of dead flesh! He that was known as Christof would not win this battle! Mimic a billion, Christof zero. Welcome to loserville, bub.

With Ash at his side, Thackery was full of the I-am-so-proud jitters. He might have thought (foolishly) that he was full to the brim with coolness and popularity, but Ash definitely had more of all of that, he was sure. Especially since he was so much taller, and could simply contain more amounts of sheer awesome. It was the only way to explain how he was always so composed, and always had really good answers for stuff, and always seemed to know the best things to do. Also, he gave great hugs, and Tack wanted the entirety of Amityville Academy to know this. Somehow.

He refrained from yelling his thought-vomit out in the middle of the party and tried to direct his mind back to the situation at hand. The dance. With Ash. Who wanted drinks.

"Well, I have no idea what that means because I'm not very good at riddles, but...okay!" He tugged him towards the punch bowl, but paused mid-stride. Oh, Jack; a fiasco at in the punch! Worried that Ash might never agree to come out with him again if he realized that punch disasters could happen, he attempted a redirect.

"Wait! How about food? Then...um. You can be ultra thirsty, and you'll enjoy the punch more!" Flawless. "I bet the food is really good. I mean, I didn't make it, but I still think it probably is."

ROUND TWO - FIGHT!

Hadiyya had already been sure that her nergal would be a good dancer, but the e in which he lead her across the dancefloor made her reconsider her initial thoughts on the matter. Not merely good, but absolutely fantastic. The djinn was impressed, and when it came to dancing, not much could garner such a reaction from her. If she was a snob of any one thing, this was it. Dancing was her passion, and she took it very seriously. With her boilfriend holding nothing back, she could do no less, and as they twirled and danced around the floor she put extra care into her footing and posture. Head up, chin gently tilted.

She did have to look around her as Sharra spoke though, bringing their friends to the Ghoul's attention enough so that she offered a roguish grin to the kelpi as well as the patchwork, though both had run off too quickly to see it. Junko however had made a bid for her attention and she smiled fondly to her best friend.

As Sharra pivoted to twirl her out she rose higher on nimble tip toes, spinning gracefully as a curtain of hair twisted around her before she was drawn back in and dropped into low dip. She pointed her toes naturally, wrist stiff on the hand extended above her head.

And then he kissed her, and all careful concentration melted around her at the warm press of adored lips. For just a moment she forgot they were in competition and that properly rigid frame softened as she lifted a hand to cup his jaw, leaning up into the kiss, and even ghosting the tip of her tongue against his lower lip before she remembered herself, and where and what they were doing. Ocean blues blinked, a little unfocused, then she smiled a little sheepishly up at him, mouthing the words 'I'm sorry'.

Charlie wanted to keep dancing so he decide that the best course of action was to drag Amrita off to a more private place. So Charlie dragged Amrita off to a more quiet place so that they could have their own private dance party but of course the demon forgot to mention any of this to the now probably panicked Amrita.

Amrita was rather panicked. She didn't hear anything back from the Demon, and since he was leading her away from the party, she could only assume that it was a bad sign. When she realized there were fewer and fewer people around them, she became only slightly less panicked and even more confused than she had been before. When he finally did stop dragging her off she stared up at him, her eye wide and head tilted a bit.

"Wh-Why here?" She couldn't resist asking. "Umm...I'm sorry, again!" It was only proper to repeat her apology now that she had his attention. Well, as much attention as Charlie could give.

"Not at all," he smiled and gave a bit of a mini bow before laughing. It just wasn't like him- bowing and acting all gentleman like. Either way Unstabul knew that this ghoul had really saved his a** from total humiliation by lack of Scarentine date. It was best not to take it for granted.

Looking back into the dance hall he winced. "I think we kinda missed some of the fun but that's my fault.." he said scratching the back of his neck. "Here, how bout we head in and dance! There's at least some party still going on. If not we can go play Scarestation 3 or something at my pad."

In all seriousness he owed Mei so much for her generosity. The last thing on his mind right now was the general thoughts of any boil when inviting a ghoul to his room. Bul offered to gently take her hand then opened the door and nearly hopped in. There were so many other creatures here- some he recognized and others he didn't. Hopefully they wouldn't bug him about his sorry behavior after the auction.