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Lottie's fun time was viciously cut short. She squawked as Hel hooked her around the waist, for a moment assuming she would be carted off. However, that sharp and powerful punch to the thigh had the little witch screaming in pain.

"WHYYYYYY!? I WAS JUST DANCING!" She shrieked, holding her leg. "OW OW OW OW THIS HURTS! ABUSE! ABUUUUSE! NA'IMAAAAAA I NEED YOOOOOOU!"

As much as she was wondering if her new found dance partner was up for the task, her questions were answered when Christof offered such a courteous bow. It actually brought a wry little smile to her features. He was so big and bulky, but this was actually rather charming.

And although she hesitated for a moment with putting her small hand in his much larger one - 'cause nerves, dread and her usual pessimistic views - she still took it to allow him to escort her to the dance floor proper. Her partner would be worrying about crushing her feet, she was a little more worried with leaning her head in too much, least to like poke out his eyes with her horns or something (but, he could replace those right? Wow, that was a weird thought).

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I have no idea what song is even playing xD

It was strange for him to see the priestess like this, angry and tense in his arms. It set him on edge, and he nodded at her words, thinking of how strange the idea of her doing something foolish was, waiting patiently and alert for whatever she might need.

He could see as her expression changed and she relaxed somewhat, easily allowing himself to be pulled into a kiss before they resumed their dance. "Everything okay?" he asked after a moment, giving them time to settle into the dance. He didn't mean to pry, but he could not just let this go past without saying something, without offering the words that showed that he cared that she would be fine.

Soren may have shot Bastion a look when he saw him watching him. A smug look. As if to say "yeah, I've got her, what are you going to do about it?"

"I Hope so," she answered, gaze lingering on the dancing jewelcrafters for a moment longer before she turned her attention back to Soren. Head tilting gently to one side as they danced, "I don't mean to worry you. I'm sure you know how very protective I am of my cousin?" As if it weren't obvious. Nergui had been playing guardian to Bastion for as long as she could remember. "My temper is a fragile thing where he is concerned." It was a very vague explanation, but the more finer details were not something she wished to speak about surrounded by so many others.

Perhaps later, if for no other reason then to explain away her anger. He deserved that much.

As if conjured by her thoughts, Bastion had come striding across the dance floor and come to a stop beside her and Soren. She peered at him keenly, searching for any hint of hurt or sorrow in that familiar face, then finally slid out of the taller stallion's arms so she could pull her cousin into a very tight embrace, one small hand pressing into the warmth of his hair as she clutched him to her. What she murmured in his ear was a whisper, for him alone. "I'm so proud of you." She let the words sink in before releasing him and stepping back, smiling up at him.

Only then did she really realize that Bastion's date was no where to be seen. Not that Nergui know what the young ghoul looked like, but she assumed the filly would be hanging on Bas if she were present. "Where is your Sophie?"

Sing with him? WELL, she'd already been dancing and he'd called for Jove, Jack, and Frost too. There was just not getting out of this one. And she liked singing! Really, she did. LW snorted at the obnoxious gryphon, making her way up beside him, throwing in a swat at his head for good measure.

"Fiiiiiine." She was totally ready for this. Totally.

The night had gone smoothly thus far, with the exception of a failed marriage contract or two, but Thackery had still been missing the presence of a particular someone. With each tiny bit of downtime he'd gotten, he progressed from worrying that he'd told him the wrong time, to worrying that he'd not written the stuff about his outfit clearly enough, to worrying that he didn't want to come at all.

It was a very bad time to have opted to leave his phone in his room.

But as he looked to see who Erebus had been referring to, the nerves went away, and he temporarily excused himself with a smile from the group and their conversation on marriage contracts to give him a proper welcome.

"Ash! You caaame! And you look so ferocious and everything!" He tried to put his hands on his shoulders to reach him for a kiss, as per usual kissing-a-taller-boil protocol, but that was a lot more difficult when there were slippery surfaces involved. After trying and failing twice, he gave up, pitifully looking at him with eyes that said 'fix it?' and a crooked, pleading smile.