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“A mystery wrapped in an enigma inside of a mystery inside of a – Hey, I wasn’t done with that yet,” Shiloh pointedly reminded Ian, watching as his glass was removed from his fingers and held captive in Ian’s.

Shiloh frowned; the whole point of this endeavor was to get himself obliterated past the point of thinking not just properly, but at all. He wasn’t here for casual drinks with friends, though the weight of Ian’s arm over his shoulders was pleasant, and he was more than happy to embarrass himself in front of all of them. Mostly, Shiloh just wanted to not care or worry, or do anything but be stupidly happy again for one last night. He knew what he was getting himself into, mostly.

He watched as Ian set his own glass out of reach, and took a swig from Shiloh’s. Shiloh, tugging his ducky hood over his head with a look of determination, was perfectly fine with sharing, turning around and leaning up and, as he closed his hands over Ian’s, tilting the glass towards his mouth.

Satisfied with himself, and the slow burn of alcohol sliding down his throat, Shiloh grinned innocently at Ian, before Finn’s address caught his attention.

He stared at Finn a moment, looking serious even though he wasn’t in the slightest. “Finn,” he asked, “What’s a ‘********’ coma?”

Then he was grinning all over again. He was warm, and very comfortable, tucked into his ducky towel. Unfortunately for Ian, all the warmth and the booze and the PDA was starting to give Shiloh ideas and he turned back towards Ian and Maebe, suddenly a bird of prey.

Fini had to giggle at Shiloh and his enthusiastic greeting. "Hi Shiloh!" She even blew him a kiss because he was just too adorable. And possibly already drunk, but she wasn't sure. His costume garnered a laugh, which she hid from her safe spot in Finn's arms. Or arm. And then Finn's comment got another laugh as well, because she wouldn't lie. That thought had crossed her mind watching the pink haired cutie too.

Ian just got a tongue stuck out at him. She wasn't moving any closer to him unless by force. And she'd rather not have alcohol poured all over her thank you very much!

It was a wonder she didn't accidentally drop the drink when she'd picked it up, since a certain someone coped a feel. Fini whirled around, eyes fiery. "Careful, sweetheart. I might enjoy all the attention." She teased, giving his chin a little 'scratch' because hey! Cat costume. Booze. Finn kissing her.

Really, she should have seen that one coming. Fini stepped a little closer, making it that much easier to enjoy that thorough kiss. The fact that people could be watching didn't even cross her mind. When he pulled away, she watched as he licked his lips, coy smile playing at her lips. "Not bad at all~" Whether she meant the drink or his kiss was a mystery! She just giggled and upended the cup, setting it aside as the music played a fabulous tune. Which she eagerly followed her man out to the dance floor without much prompting.

And yes, Finn, you were an exceptional dancer, as was your partner. Aw ya, Fini knew how to dance too!

And Shiloh you really should ease off the alcohol. Not that Fini had any right to speak. At least she'd only had one cup so far!

Nevada smiled as she heard Otto, breaking from her dance to tug his hand closer and dance with him.

"Hey there handsome." Her smile only widened more, "Oh come on." She laughed, "It's a party Otto, Enough booze and I'm pretty sure you won't even care that you're here." She twirled around him.

"Plus, we gotta have fun while we can!"

Nevada shook her head, "Otto, no one is going to judge you, if that's what you're worried about." She tapped her lips, "But if you need some sorta of motivation, wait here." She disappeared in the crowd, grabbing a mix of alcohol for the boy before bringing it back and holding it out to him.

"This is a guarentee'd dancing sort of drink. Remember that strawberry tequila I was telling you about." She tapped the cup, "There you go."

Bad influence? Yes she was.

What are you talking about, Nevada? Everyone was watching and judging all the time always!

Otto stood tensely when Nevada left, still not keen on getting into any sort of dancing mood. He rarely even danced when he was utterly alone in a room, and he rarely even sang in the shower in fear of embarrassing himself, despite having only his own company to share.

Nevada returned, and his stare grew irritated. Damnit. She wanted him drunk and stupid, that vixen. "Strawberry...." But ********, he was a sucker for sweet things. He grimaced and squirmed, eventually taking the cup cand swigging back some of the drink. "M'not gunna dance..." He grumbled shyly.

"... is that Ghost Busters?"

Costume party? Well...honestly, he didn't have a lot to dress up with, mostly because he didn't have a lot of things to begin with. But what he did have was enough, he supposed.

When he eventually found his way down to the supposed party, he was dressed in his finest; his nice suit, his hair slicked back, his best shoes...and his neck still bandaged from the attack in the sahara. It was almost nice to be back in his suit, and it was good to have a chance to wear it again. When he arrived at the party he stood around for a bit, looking through the crowd until he spotted the very person who had informed him about it: Finn. It didn't take him long to find his way over, and tapped his friend's shoulder.

"So, what are you supposed to be?" Apparently, Ripley never watched tv.

Ooh, Shiloh loved this song, and it sounded even better when it had been remixed and he was full up on beverages. They'd have a hard time stopping him veering towards the 'dance floor', Shiloh somehow having acquired another cup and a new drink to down.

Who you gonna call? Duck hunter!

She probably should have counted her sips better. Moderation, think moderation...Except some of what she was thinking was fuzzy instead. And frankly it was nice to dull the sharp pains inside, however indulgent the manner was.

Roland's question just made her want to drink more, but Thane's warning hiss made her stop. "No," Stormy mumbled, a little annoyed with herself. "I haven't been giving it s'much thought as I should." She shrugged and peeled the cup from her lips before she got tempted to drain it all rather than share later. A frown creased her face as she started to sway a little more to the new song. "S'there a specialty for baiting bad things by existing at the wrong place and time? Maybe I should just do that so I'd at least get paid."

Bugs and sand and blood and bone. Forget waiting; she tilted the cup, winced, and swallowed.