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His stomach felt like it went up into his throat. Wh..what is he doing?! That little- ....Wait... I've got no reason to be jealous... ...dang it... Without thinking, Abel rushed out.

[Bai, Nils!]

Fire Dragon felt the alcohol in his blood boil away from the fire building up inside him due Siegell's second intrusion. "Tonight then," he told Nils. Suddenly sober again, FD had a mind to go Dragonic and Flametongue the front door down - or perhaps form a flame pillar just behind the door as a gift for Siegell during his next, probably inevitable, intrusion.

"Well, Alihi, I'm just saying that it's good that you know what your heart wants." He chuckled a bit, ending the hug. But, as he glanced past his friend's head, he saw Abel scampering off in some other direction.

Oh, you FREAKIN' JERK! WHAT THE HECK IS WRONG WITH YOU?
Ah, crap.
Fix it. NOW!

So, Zelos looked back at Alihi. "Ah, jeez, I think I pissed off your boyfriend. Lemme go take care of this." He said, cracking his fingers and going into a quick walk to hopefully catch up with the boy.

Abel didn't know why he ran; he just did. It was something instinctive from when he was really little that he was always fighting against. He sat outside, irritated at himself for giving in.

In addition to the DJ stand, a customary band was also hired in the event that either 1) Nobody felt like listening to booming music any longer or 2) Said DJ stand was destroyed by glaives and/or fire magic and/or Granny N wanting Social Security and being particularly violent about it. Every now and again, the DJ took a break, and the band would break up into a song or two. The band wasn't particularly bad, though their singer seemed to be a bit off--he appeared to not have had much practice with the songs, and was often struggling to stay on-key. Furthermore, it was hard to avoid noticing his occasional cough, plus the fact that his red-feathered hat was covering his face.

Finally, most people, whether sober or not, noticed a visible change in the singer's tune--he'd suddenly become a lot better! Healthier, too. Also... where did his hat go?

The former singer made his way through the crowd, having enough fun to avoid noticing his exit from the band. He was making a beeline straight for Amelia, wanting to get as close to her as fast as possible. After all, she was wearing in his opinion a very sexy outfit, and although he was a Bishop, Rhys was still a man. Once he was within a dozen feet of her and Lyre, he at least removed his hat and tossed it into the air.

It had taken quite a bit of work to make a hat like that--black implied darkness, and darkness just wasn't a holy man's specialty. Illusionary black hats simply wouldn't work with his magical mojo. No, the trick was to interweave both thread and magic, working with the tailor to add the spell into the fibers of the hat. Once it had been thrown up into the air, Rhys could at last let go of the spell. The hat silently collapsed in on itself, replacing the space it previously occupied with an upward explosion of brightly glowing four-leaf clovers. The illusionary clovers drifted apart, slowly gliding toward the ground.

Secretly, Rhys was thankful he'd found a few other lads and lasses around town who were good with light magic.

Not-so-secretly, he hoped that got Amelia's attention.

(Honestly, this is gonna be my only post 'til morning. Night, y'all!)

The hawk winced at that one, and sighed. Okay, no, it probably wasn't fair to get that jealous over a dance, but he couldn't fault her on it because if he saw her dancing with someone like that, he'd probably have punched them in the face.

He jogged out into the parking lot, his jacket and vest forgotten. "Okay, hon, please," he called. "There is a very good explanation why I am shirtless, which I know makes all of this look a lot worse than it really is." He jumped and glided after her to catch up, landing beside her.

He still smelled like fruit punch. Damnit.

Alihi only nodded as Zelos left her alone to go talk with Abel. Once he was gone, she leaned against the wall and groaned. She wanted to go after them as well, and probably should have, too.
She just couldn't will her feet to move. Her hand rested on top of her necklace, lingering there for a few seconds, before she carefully took of the necklace. She stared at it, sparkly slightly in the light, resting in the palm of her hand, before her fingers closed around it. "..."

Nils blinked, his composure regained. "Alright, Hikaru..."
"... Note to self: tell Hikaru to lay off on the martinis."