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Sarias had barley noticed the spinning of the bottle, her eyes were sending daggers of disgust Ickys way. Why did he have to turn up? Why did he want to join in? All she read was booze on that flyer and the opportunity to take some photos of utter embarrassment and slap them onto the front page was all her ulterior motive wanted. Why did he have to spoil her fun!

It took a moment for the shadow of a student to snap her our of her trance (of hate!) and she peered up in to the deep red? eyes of the Nix, heard his whisper in her ear and finally felt his lips upon hers. She was taken aback slightly at this but his hand made sure she wasn’t going anyway and she allowed herself, for the tiniest of seconds, to enjoy this innocent kiss. Mmm he tastes of fresh salt water.

“Hmmmm for now...serpent” she grinned deeply as he pulled away her eyes dancing as she tasted all that was left of him on her lips. She could get use to this. Crawling into the middle she grabbed the bottle that was quickly showing the wear and tear of being spun around like it was. Around and around it went until….”Oh….goodie.”She pouted at the pretty Reaper as she leaned back down on her hands and knees and crawled over to where she was sitting, making sure her bum wiggled in Icky direction. Translation “Ha! it didn’t land on you , you creepy git!”

“Sorry sweetie, rules are rules.” She laughed, her stitches creasing slightly as she leaned over, her hands still on the floor as she leaned over to kiss the enchanting Fae. Sure she hated Reapers, but what was better than getting one to squirm kissing a ghost? Oh how her kind would look down on her!

"Methinks the lad doth protest too much," Ren stage whispered towards Gabrian, a devilish smile on his face. He supposed he should have acting relatively decent towards the nix, but that stiffness about him just begged to be teased. Not that he really meant any of it, or intended to be mean, but it was at least entertaining. All in good fun.

"I think somebody rigged the bottle, or something," Ren murmured jokingly to Alessa, shaking his head and tossing her a rather sheepish grin.

Gabrian's spin landed on the ghost girl, Sarias. Ren couldn't hear the words the other was whispering to her, but the kiss seemed marginally longer than the others had been, causing Ren to lift his eyebrows in mild amusement. His gaze swept across the room after Sarias rolled, trying to see who her roll had landed on, but he was momentarily distracted by the newcomer ((Icky)) - who was looking at Alessa with an expression that Ren did not like in the slightest. He had seen him looking at the ghost girl with the very same look; a mixture of hunger and something else that made him not want to learn what exactly he was thinking.

Leaning towards Alessa, Ren slipped an arm casually around her shoulders, tugging her lightly towards him. Turning his head to whisper in his ear he said "I'm not trying to make a move on you, don't worry; but that boggart is giving me the creeps with the way he's looking at all of the ghouls in here. And I'm sure you're very capable of standing up for yourself, but let's face it - he's seriously weird."

Ren hoped his move would not be offensive to her, but the boggart was not exactly giving him the best feeling. He turned his gaze back to Icky, eyes narrowing just the slightest as if to say Don't you dare try anything before glancing around at the rest of the circle, back towards LW, gaze flickering in vague irritation at the interruption of their game by this...boil.

The she-wolf did her best not to keep glaring over at the one boil (Icky), but it was hard. First, the smell... Man did she want to dump a bottle of pumpkin spice perfume or something on him! Or rub it under her nose. Then there was just a, feeling if you will, that nagged at the wolf. He was one to keep an eye on. Not that LW was actually doing that. Her gaze kept darting around to the others until she had Gabe back by her side.

"Well, I'm glad you have settled down more since first getting here." She teased and really gave him a grin at the mention of how much fun she was having. "What? Don't like hearing my laughter?" LW pouted at him but the corners of her lips twitched ruining the act. Since he didn't seem to protest, she didn't move and remained leaning on him. Her gaze flickered around again only to be halted by familiar eyes looking at her. The she-wolf frowned a little when she met Ren's eyes and thought it might have to do with how she was acting around Gabe. Though she didn't think that was it...

The snort that came from the Nix instantly drew her gaze. What was the snort for? "Aww, well you've been a popular guy tonight." She said in an angelic voice as her tail flicked at the end lightly. "Well..." she gave him one of those looks, like she was sizing him up. "You may not be a gryphon, but I think you'll do just fine in his place." LW winked at him and then watched his hand curiously. "Wondered wh-" his fingers hit just the right spot and LW all but melted. A shiver raced down her spine and curled her tail. The she-wolf was leaning into the scratching unashamedly and let her eyes slant almost all the way closed. Yeah. It was safe to assume she reacted about the same.

With a soft sigh, she tilted her head enough to meet the demons gaze. "I think...that answers your question."

As amused as Riley was at her own idea, she was even more amused that she'd escaped the bottle so many times now. She could go this entire game without ever having to worry about anyone trying to kiss her. She looked so very gleeful at the idea, especially since Jericho had managed two kisses so far, and this meant she had lots to tease him about freely when they were done.

Indeed, Riley's eyes exhibited a rare, gleeful joy to them. She had every confidence that luck was on her side tonight - perhaps she should try some of the school's luck games later on when the game was over and they were free?

Tsetsiliya watched the game in a happy daze. All the people in the room made it warm, and her eyes momentarily closed as she enjoyed it. For a short while she stopped paying attention to the game but drifted in her thoughts and allowed her eyes to blur out of focus. Until she saw something.. waggling. With a blink, she focused on what it was, and noticed it was a rather odorous boil who was making lewd gestures to a bunny ghoul, then turning his rude attentions towards the ghost ghoul who had just been picked by the bottle. Tsetsiliya frowned deeply. What nerve to treat a ghoul like that! Where she came from, boils were expected to treat ghouls with respect, none of this tongue waggling or eying chests!

"Do not be so rude," she said snappishly towards the boil. Whatever reply he would make she was uninterested in, so she returned her eyes to the game.. and saw that the bottle was pointing at her, the ghoul who had spun it approaching quickly.

Immediately her hands were quaking. She needed more time to mentally prepare for this! The ghoul was the same one she had noticed earlier, enjoying cookies as she drifted around the room. Tsetsiliya could feel heat radiating from her face, and gripped her shaking hands into fists as Astra talked to her in an effort to calm her down. She nodded slowly, before closing her eyes and waiting for the moment. The ghoul was very nice to help her relax, and even as she kissed her it didn't seem.. so bad. The moment was brief and when it ended, she was still slightly pink but at least her hands had stopped shaking.

First hurdle done, now for the next one. This wasn't so bad at all!

She scooted into the circle and reached out her long-nailed fingers to spin the bottle. She watched it spin with a fluttering in her heart; would it land on another ghoul? This time it landed on a boil whom she knew had been picked earlier, Gabrian, and the poludnica's cheeks flushed deeper. He was quite handsome, now that she got a good look at him.

"D-do forgive me," Tsetsiliya stammered as she approached him. The headscarf had slipped from its precarious position on her head and draped around her shoulders. She pulled it into her hands to keep them from shaking, instead spending a moment twisting the fabric in her fingers with anxiety. "I-I am not very much good at this.." She swallowed hard, took a breath, then leaned in to brush her lips against the boil's. Perhaps she lingered longer than she should have, but she couldn't tell. Her heart was thumping against her chest so loudly that she was certain everyone could hear it. The moment passed and she pulled away, looking immediately down at her lap and bringing a fresh flush to her face. She crawled back to her spot in the circle and settled herself, knees up, back into it. She promptly buried her face in the fabric of her skirt to hide her glowing face. As she did so, she could feel the skin on her hands smoothing, and the hag hands became a young woman's - she only hoped her haywire shapeshifting abilities didn't stand out on her face as well. The heartbeat was still ringing in her ears.

She had never done anything like this before. How did she end up in this game?

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NEW LIST AFTER HALIE'S ROLL))

As his hand reached LW's ear and she practically melted against his touch, Gabrian couldn't help but smile; why yes, she did in fact react in much the same manner, which rather adorable, all things considered, "Your laughter is quite lovely. I'm just mildly perturbed you're having so much fun watching me kiss the gryphon," alas, he didn't sound so much perturbed as he did amused by now. There was simply no way for him to sound even remotely upset when the she-wolf was behaving like a... cute, eager little puppy, actually. He was going to keep that comparison to himself though, "Nope. sorry to disappoint. I'm a serpent, not a gryphon. Scales and no feathers, love," he retreated his hand from her ear, gave her a small pat on the head. Then he readjusted his position so that the ghoul was more comfortably reclined against him and so that he had access to her tail, which he petted absentmindedly as he watched the game.

Or at least he was er... hoping to watch the game. He hadn't expected the bottle to land on him again after such a short amount of time. In fact, when the bottle stopped spinning after Tsetsiliya spun it and it pointed at him, the nix blinked and then turned to offer the item a scowl. He was starting to believe the bottle was jinxed, or otherwise rigged, and he'd been about ready to voice out the thought when he finally lifted his gaze to look at the spinner.

The poor ghoul looked torn between wanting to go on with it and running for the hills; the sight was so... sweet, if not heart breaking, out of lack of other words, that Gabrian simply didn't have it in him to scowl any more. It wasn't the poor ghoul's fault that it had landed on him, and she looked so unsure of herself to boot, "You are most certainly forgiven," he told the ghoul as she approached, slowly moving an arm to nudge LW slightly away for a moment, "There's nothing to forgive though, is there? You did nothing wrong," she was so unsure of herself that he decided to let her take the initiative, apparently sure that his moving might spook her. She excused herself again and finally dipped down to kiss him, her hands worrying the headscarf she had previously been wearing. Despite having decided not to move too much, the fact she was lingering into the kiss a beat too much allowed him to creep his hand forward, grabbing the fabric she'd been sinking her fingers so firmly into.

When she pulled away from the kiss, the nix offered her a gentle smile, and then pushed himself up to a standing position, bringing the headscarf back in place wher eit belonged, over her head, "You're better than you think. You're quite lovely," it was all he managed before the poor ghoul bolted back to her seat and buried her head in her knees.

Tearing his eyes away from Tsetsiliya, Gabrian walked over to the bottle again in order to spin it. Round and round it went until it landed point at... him. The nix stared at the bottle and rolled his eyes, "Oh, for the love of-" letting out a sigh, he spun it again and watched as it once again, landed on Sarias, of all people. His gaze rested on the boggart briefly before he turned his attention back on the banshee. One he'd reached her, he made a show of bowing dramatically in front of her, once again lowering himself down on one knee, almost as if he were about to propose to her, "It appears to me that once wasn't quite enough," he told her, extending a hand to take hers in his. Once he'd accomplished that, he kissed the back of her hand and then drew in closer to her face until their foreheads touched briefly, "I get the impression a certain someone is glaring daggers at me for this. So much tension," the words were whispered before he dipped in for the kiss. Figuring this time she wouldn't be startled as much, he simply lifted his free hand to her cheek, rubbing her jaw bone with his thumb before pulling away.

"Is that still a tie?" rather than teasing, he sounded amused at this point. That done, he lifted himself up and made his way back to his place in the circle.

That reaction was precisely what he had wanted.

Icky raised his chin, proud and triumphant, as he sneered at the banshee to goad her into doing whatever it was she now had planned. Her eyes turned menacing and he was waiting for her stitches to come free as she wailed and sent everyone in the room spiraling. Oh, that look... It sent shivers up his spin, and not the sort caused by fear. The boggart was reveling in the consequences of his actions, thoroughly enjoying and prepared for anything she would throw at him.

Except... she didn't throw anything at him.

She stopped and was pulled around by the Nix once again. Icky's expression faltered, unamused as the boil tried to calm the banshee down but - no... he was mistaken. Black eyes went wide as saucers, indigo brows knitting in a terrible fuss at the bridge of his nose as his grin turned upside down and he bared his fangs as the boil pressed against the ghoul's in an oddly romantic show, despite neither of them being a couple. In all honesty, the tenderness the Nix showed during each of his turns was vomit inducing. Jackdammit, he had gotten to kiss her twice, nearly in a row, and he was being such a Casanova about it. Clearly this was to spite him!

"Ye've feckin' jinxed the bottle, haven't you!?" he shouted accusingly at Gabrian, white pupils gleaming with malice. His claws itched, grabbing at the floor and digging their sharp ends into it as best they could as he leaned forward on his knees. "Kissin' everyone like ye're from some soddy romance novel! Sick!" Jealousy, of course, was a very ugly emotion and Icky wasn't quite sure what he was saying at that moment but he was saying it and with great vigor. He did, however, run out of things to say shortly thereafter and, in favor of not looking like a total idiot, the boggart planted his rump back down on the floor, snatched up his pitcher of spider cider and downed a few large gulps.

Ooh, the sizzling burn of alcohol did help. Icky let the bottom hit the floor roughly as he brought his knees up, resting an elbow on one leg and his chin in one hand. Sulking. This was new, at least in regards to girls. Often he would sulk at the loss of material gain but this was different. It was the principal of the matter and Icky had decided, despite her being a Ghost, that the blue haired ghoul was his. Oh, it was on, Gabe. It was on.

What made matters worse for the monster was that it had actually succeeded in pulling Sarias out of her anger and, thus, she proceeded to ignore him in favor of the pretty boil Nix. It almost made him gag, stomach churning from anger, defeat... and not eating very much prior to drinking booze. Surely that would come back to bite him on the a**.