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So, content is definitely not the right word for all of those emotions you are feeling over your win. Riley joked, her expression lifting with humor, just slightly. It's good that you've come to a positive conclusion, in the end. That is what truly matters.

Riley swayed Hel across the dance floor, her movements confidently carrying the ghoul through the other couples without falter. I would say yes, but I'm not sure that particular hat would fit my head. She looked down, and gave the ghoul a wink. Besides, I have enough appendages already. You could use them more. Everyone could use a few more bits sticking out.

Shaheen had left her index finger against Shik's chest even as she had glanced back towards Willow, one long nail pressing hard against tanned skin and slowly drifting down....

And then stopping at the mention of poetry, eyes widening as she turned back towards him, and cheeks flushing the faintest hue of red beneath her bronzed cheeks. "Oh gods do not bring that up again. I don't know who to feel more embarrassed for, you, or me." She moved to place her entire hand flat against his stomach and leaned in, taking a small sniff.

Yep, peppermint. Faint, but still there nonetheless. She really couldn't be too judgy, though. For a while, she had only been able to speak in rhyme, afterall.

Stillllll, some of it had been rather nice...just not the time or the place for it really. "But you may recite this poetry to me in private, if you wish to later." The way she smirked at him now, with amusement sparkling in her golden eyes, it was hard to tell if she was joking or not.

And then he agreed to dance, and she felt a small moment of triumph surge up inside of her. Call it a challenge all you want, Shik, she knew you really just wanted to shake a tail feather out on the dance floor.

At the mention of strays her attention was brought back to Willow, whom she had not forgotten but was being momentarily distracted away from. Letting her hand glide away from Shik's bare skin, she gave the executioner a withering look before answering his question. "No. She is simply dealing with a wardrobe malfunction and I am providing her with advice." She neglected to add that the girl had tripped and fallen directly into her.

"I am Shaheen." She replied to the girl with her name in kind, and then nodded down towards her feet. "Much better. Take those monstrosities back to your room and burn them." She was super good at this fashion advice thing! "And maybe later, if you find yourself free, we can talk more."

Shhhhh, Shik. Shaheen really liked cats but that didn't mean she was going to bring them all home with her ok?

Enzo applauded the Prom Court with the rest of them, even removing his hat to show off his oiled-back hair in respect. Then he caught sight of the time. "Oh, applesauce," He snarled, and glanced around frantically... Johnny... had his hands full. Fine. Let him shmooze, they didn't need him right away..

He gave a whistle, and the large upright bass that had been shmoozing with the refreshment table and now sported a long mustache that trailed along behind it before the Reaper made a B-line for the welcome sight of a certain Red-Head.

"HEY, JOA, WHATD'YA KNOW!" He beamed before grabbing Joachim by the shoulder, regardless of whatever he had been up to, "Now we both know you is good with Mice n' Brass, which makes you just the man I need- you do play the horn, right? Not just that fruity little flute, right?"

Marosa was well aware of Yaya's hands, and a faint blush came to the faerie's cheeks as he was led, rather promiscuously, to the dance floor. He glanced her way for a moment as the music changed, giving a nod to her question, not daring to voice a reply.

He'd been stunned into silence, and Marosa felt like his blush was getting hotter. He felt more than awkward as she turned around and danced with her back to him, toying with his curls that fell out of his hair and trying to stifle a desiring moan.

And then she took off her glove. The touch felt amazing, and the faerie found himself actually letting out that soft moan at her touch, unable to resist the pull as he tilted his head down and twisted her, just so he could meet her lips briefly, forehead pressed against hers. His eyes were bright golden, and he was already breathing hard with the exhilaration, and the dancing...

"Now ye've done it," He murmured softly.

LW just laughed and hugged her gryphon tightly, for the moment, burying her face against his chest. That dance had been just... perfect and she was feeling giddy and glad they had chosen it. In fact, it took her several long minutes to realize they had won the dance competition! The she-wolf let out a happy howl-yip sound and kissed her boilfriend.

"Of course it was!" She giggled, swatting at Ren as he, once again, scampered off to the DJ stand.

And then the announcement was made for the Prom Court and LW was cheering for Bells and West - this one may have shocked her and she couldn't help but laugh - and Jove - this one got a very loud and proud cheer - and Riley. No, the last was not part of the 'Court', but LW still cheered for their Senior of the Year.

Of course Ren was more obnoxious in his cheering. LW just pretended they didn't know him.

"Band.... lead?" Wait wait wait Joachim didn't know anything about leading bands or instructing others how to play. Holding his hand up he tried to tell Enzo that this was not going to work but he seemed to be rather happy with the whole affair.

Plus Joachim was distracted with the whole slightly washed trumpet. A shudder ran up his spin at the mere thought of using a spit infused instrument that was not properly cleaned.

Oh the horror he thought was the reaper dragged him back stage.

Miasma frowned as her eyephone buzzed with a new text.
JACKDAMMIT Molan, stay put!

She started heading towards the water fountain when her phone buzzed again, and she gave an exasperated sigh.
Where did he go no-

The reaper froze in place when she read the new text.
... what?

If she had been thinking clearly, she would know that Molan was too proper to abbreviate his text like that. The boil strived for perfection.
Unfortunately, she wasn't thinking clearly, and ended up standing there, face turning beet red.