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The corner of Jordan's mouth quirked. "Rep was winding you up more than actually asking you to organize things," he pointed out. "You're a hell of a lot more organized than a lot of people here." At the rest of what Melvin had to say, though, he sobered. "It's a pretty dysfunctional family, I'll give you that one."

He considered the question carefully, then asked, "Like what, specifically?"

"I know he was. Still doing it...maybe." It wasn't a maybe. Rep had called him a quitter and now it was planted in his brain. Stupid b*****d had his moments of getting right at him.

"I mean - did anyone here ever get along? I though people in the military had great parties because they were in the trenches together. I've seen soap operas with less bitching than the parties we have." He then had to pause. "I mean, not that I watch those. I don't. My mom did. Of ******** it." He was drinking too much too fast. He should have had one of those gory cookies.

There was A slow reaction from Marcus as Leon spoke about an incident. One that he wished he could have changed, avoided, if only he’d simply recovered faster. Of what Robert had done to Cass, and how Leon had been the one to try a break the news. How Leon had to be there when Marcus simply hadn’t. “…” He remained silent, looking down at the beer in hand. Jerry just made it worse. That horrible crushing reality that loomed over him, in the back of his mind. The moon hunter’s expression when from mildly amused at the cat fights to somber quicker than he would have liked. “Sorry Ami.” He looked down at the shorter life trainee. “I had hoped that maybe, it wouldn’t have been like.. well.” It was hard to avoid this. Thanksgiving he’d hoped but that had been dashed. Now yet again, no civility. No joy. Just fighting. “No. You’re staying.”

Lex got a grin and wave. “See, he’s having fun. Gale’s here, so is Wilson.” Both of whom got a wave. “We are going to mingle, just a bit.” He needed to just.. think of lighter things. “And avoid spats if we can.”

He grinned. “You need to at least see some fireworks.” He paused. “Non violent ones.”

Jerry kept his back to the crowd as he slyly poured a bit more rum into his coke before shoving the bottle to the side as though he had never touched it. Turning back, he saw Rep rejoining the party and gave a sigh of relief.

Stupid Leon. Him and all his gaggle of friends all standing there bold as brass as though the boxer hadn't just made a huge hissy fit.

The sight of Otto entering at least perked him up at least- at last, a friendly face! And a welcome distraction from the bad feelings Leon had successfully bubbled up in him. "Otto! Happy new year!! You got your bongos alright?"

Lex had to chuckle a bit at Gale and Wilson, raising a brow at how quickly the younger death got drunk. Well, he was a bit on the small side...

Another sip, and Lex nodded to the two deaths. "Happy New Year to you two; make the most of it."

And then he spied Otto, trying to evade the party. Nope - sorry kid, wasn't gonna happen today.

"Otto! Get over here!" He called, beckoning the blonde teen and filling a glass with champagne for him. He knew the kids wasn't legal, but hey - it was New Year's Eve.

Melvin gave Jordan a look. "Some people have their own crazy." Not Melvin, as he rubbed his thumb on his glass to get rid of a water mark.

"Congrats by the way. You should go and save your guys in there. I'm sure there are plenty of people in there who want to give their congrats. I'll be fine." He gestured at the door.

Gale gave Wilson a Look.

"I'm not drunk," he said, which was perfectly true. Feeling a bit more pleasant than usual, perhaps, but not drunk. "We're allowed to under 18 if we're supervised in England." Gale shrugged, which was a slightly awkward gesture on Wilson's back, one arm looped loosely around his neck. "I've had champagne lots before. Beer is nasty, though."

He tilted his head, eyeing Lex.

"Who're you? I think I've seen you before."