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"I think it's a bit late, it's already struck and those affected will only spread the plague farther." Reaching over he gave the other mist a pat on the shoulder, now Stormy too would sparkle like a alabaster undead goddess.

Roland frowned slightly too, his mask still half on as he slipped it off proper letting the moment cover his own frown of worry. If Nevada was upset with Stormy something would be really off.

"Eh, it's been how it's been. Nothings changed really I can't say." Reaching over he pat her a few more times on the shoulder. "Glad you check in though." He reached over picking up a bottle. Wiggling it towards Stormy. "Shall we share?" It looked to be some kind of plain vodka.

For a moment, Mimsy was certain that Robert was going to hug her, and she froze in horrified preparation, readying herself to be even more sparkly. When he moved his arms away, she sighed and relaxed, only to tense again after the kiss on her neck.

A shaky 'uuugh' barely made it out of her mouth, through the clenched teeth of the smile that was slowly becoming a grimace.

Then it definitely was, as soon as a dance was demanded.

"No. Do you not recall my lacking dance skills? My inability to do so?" She began to inch towards the drinks in hopes of escaping any further requests to dance, and snatched up an unlabeled bottle of clear liquid to offer to Lucky.

"Possibly." She shrugged as she directed her attention to Finn, just long enough to wave, and urged the bottle towards her brother again.

She had gotten the text from America. But Fini hadn't decided if she was going or not. Mostly because she wasn't sure if Finn would go. And leaving him alone was... difficult. Though she'd been doing better! But it was a costume party. Which meant if she was going, she'd have to try and dig out pieces of a costume she'd acquired. Or, well, okay so some of it she'd had (like the hood and leg warmers) but the rest... she'd had to ask around to borrow an outfit.

When she got a text from Finn, that was it. She was going.

Fini definitely wasn't one of the first ones to show up. She padded down the halls until she was able to slip down towards the basement wearing a black cat costume. A part of her was a little hesitant and suspicious of this 'party'. But really, after the recent 'incidents' that had occurred, they all needed a bit of fun.

The first person she noticed was Nevada, pulling someone else with her to the dance floor. Fini smirked, watching for a moment before glancing around. Next to be spotted was Jack - because really, how could you miss him - who got an eye roll at his costume. Finn, on the other hand, took her a moment to find, but when she spotted him, a grin broke out along her face.

Sneaking over until she was behind him, she slid her arms around him, purring out a simple question. "What time is it, Finnnn~?"

No Roland no not that glitter wait--sdlfkjdaslgjldfsj

Making faces, she tried to sweep the glitter off and instead got most of it on her hand and sleeve--then her coat as she tried to wipe it off--then her shirt--pants--Stormy really wasn't getting this concept well, was she. "Always for a friend!" she chirped nevertheless. "I've got some stones now, so my phone's available if you like texting too! But at least you haven't been bugged; I'm jealous."

That bottle was a good way to make up for the glitter, though. Eyes shining, she made the 'one second' motion, pulled out her phone, and sent a quick text.



An absolutely reassuring message.

Then Stormy grabbed a cup and offered it up to Roland. "To a Halloween where we're just chillin'~"

Jack was given a vague hand wave gesture before he went off to do whatever giants did to attract a suitable mate. Stomp on the ground, maybe, or beat on his chest, or grind some bones up to make a pudding. Whatever. He wasn't exactly disappointed to see him off being sociable and having a good time, as it was his birthday, after all. In fact, it would have been more apt to say that Finn just worried a little bit after the bottle of whiskey, and was loathe to let it out of his sight even though he had just given it away.

Turning with a small sigh, he wondered about maybe grabbing himself a drink from what was readily available, and moved towards the table adorned with bottles, red cups, and candy. Nothing was actually labeled, which provided a bit of a problem for Finn, who had problems dealing with unknown risks, and so he just stood there still looking at what might have been safe for consumption but more then likely wasn't, when he felt arms sneak around him from behind, and heard a voice in a light hearted and teasing torn spoken into his back.

All sorts of responses appropriate only for more private quarters came to mind, but the moon trainee somehow kept those to himself, hand reaching up to curl around one of Fini's, pulling it away from him as he turned, and then brought her arm up in an attempt to have her twirl, like a simple dance move but one made to allow him a chance to take in her full outfit.

"Hopefully not Adventure. I've had enough of that this week to meet my quota for a long while." He finally replied, pulling her towards him with a grin.

"So how about Dance?" He asked, arm finding its way around her now instead.

Finn got a snort in response.

"Looking forward to it, a*****e," Ian said with a smirk, a note of amusement in his voice. It was the truth, after all; he was looking forward to it, mostly because he just wanted to rub it in Finn and Jack's faces that he could do something like wait on them without it breaking his stride.

Jack got another roll of his eyes, but he had a fair point anyway. Ian blew Nevada a kiss and turned back to Shiloh.

"Not enough?" he repeated, and tilted his head slightly, trying to fight the smile on his lips. He'd never thought about what Shiloh would be like drunk, and now, watching him, it was immensely entertaining (the flush to his cheeks was also adorable, but that was beside the point).

He only vaguely recognized the girl that stepped up to them, greeting Shiloh, and Ian smiled at her, feeling Shiloh's hand on his arm.

"Hi," he said to her, and took a long swig of his own drink, smiling over his cup. "Yes, good, Shiloh, I'm glad you've associated knowing me," he said dryly, the smile tugging his lips into a smirk.

She laughed lightly, giving him a squeeze before his hand was curling around hers and moving her arm. He didn't have to ask her out loud, the gesture good enough and Fini twirled for him, tail twisting around her legs when she stopped and faced him. The hoodie he wore totally fit the man she knew. And she was not surprised in the least that he had it. Rather, she'd have been more surprised if he hadn't possessed a hoodie of sorts like his Finn the human one!

"Then it's whatever time you want it to be, sweetheart." She purred, batting a hand at him like she had claws. "But I'll take Dance Time!" Because hell yes she wanted the chance to dance with this handsome man!

Fini leaned into his good side - away from his injured arm - as his own arm found it's way around her. She glanced a the table finally he'd been standing in front of, a conflicting look crossing her features. Booze. There was booze there. And candy. The candy didn't worry her. But the alcohol... One cup wouldn't hurt, right? Maybe she should just stick to the candy-

Ah to hell with it. Fini eyed the bottles before choosing one at random and filling a cup up half way. For now. She flashed Finn a devilish little grin before taking a hearty sip from the cup. Whatever it was, it pleasantly burned as it went down her throat and she shook her head with another laugh. "It's good, whatever it is." She informed him, offering the cup to him for a taste. Which was probably safer since she really shouldn't drink too much.

Oh hey, was that an Ian? "Ian, darling. Looking as dapper as usual. Though I kind of miss the mud... " No she was not sort of using Finn as a shield as she cheerfully shouted to the taller trainee.

Another stream of keyboard smashing happened in her head, but this time Stormy just accepted she was doomed to glitter and laughed, returning Roland's hug. "Oh, you know, being bothered by new drama and stuff, bad missions, random events of unfortunate consequences, the usual," she explained, inwardly wishing she hadn't used "bugged" to describe it. She could still feel insects crawling under her skin sometimes.

Booze. Booze would help, surely.

"You know, I actually never asked you where you lived . . ." She sniffed the contents of her cup before taking a sip, her face puckering momentarily. "Remind me what this is again?"