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With a disgusted noise, America stalked off like the sexy pirate she was which more closely involved a lot more flouncing than actual stalking. Seeing Captain America she briefly assaulted him for pics and then was off again, leaving him with a salute and a fresh bottle of beer.

He looked, at that, like he might get a little emotional. Given dessert, the expression was not a stranger to Taym's face, but was a lot less disturbing on Taym as he was now, no longer a walking corpse of hollow cheeks and shoulderblades visible even through his clothes. He was just skinny, now, and looked exactly like the sort of person who could probably benefit from gorging himself on bourbon-soaked peaches, so naturally he only helped himself to one slice.

"If you can hold on," he said, after a quasi-indecent expression of pleasure at the first bite, "Chilean peaches should be in stores by Novemberish. Or you could just ******** to Chile, I guess. I keep forgetting we can do s**t like that." Apparently Taym did not feel that an impromptu trip to Chile for the purpose of securing a ripe peach was unreasonable. "Don't tell America I said it," he added, lapsing back into an old, rusty habit of flirtatiousness, "but I think I might love you a little bit."

"i'm a ******** professional.." Cee snorted and tapped the stool across from her. At least for a skeleton face she only needed a couple things.

"Plus I looked up a video tutorial just in case." The youtube generation.

She started by giving him a white base, even if he was pretty pale, "You guys want diff faces er the same one?"

Had Zeke known Ever hadn't eaten much that day, he might have held off on the liquor. However, even knowing how little the taller man ate, the Mist still assumed he ate something at least a couple times a day.

So he slid the fruity shot across the bar so it was withing Ever's reach, Cee's following a second after. Then he took a seat on the bar stool behind the small brunette, and shot Ever a look over her shoulder.

Front row seat.

"Make him look like that Rico the zombie guy, s**t.." What the ******** was his name? "Rick Genest."

Chris was left almost dizzy as a whirlwind of a chick swept him into some pictures. He probably looked dazed and confused in at least half of them, but he managed a salute and a charming face at some point.

At least she left him with beer. That made it all okay.

He dodged his way through the crowd until he finally found Chel. More accurately, he found Dawson's broad form, and Chel attached to it. "Yo. You treating my buddy right? Dawson's very important to me now." He raised his brows accusingly at his cousin, ignoring that he was probably interrupting them.

It was sad that he was getting this happy over a drunk girl's affection, but he'd take what he could get and grinned like an idiot. Chis' arrival, however, reminded him of protocol: that is, that it wasn't Good Form to have his cousin hanging on him like that. He should be treating the lady a little more respectably!

"Heya! I-I, uh--she's real nice," Shaggy-Dawson offered lamely, taken off guard by the cheek kiss. He winced a smile at his moonbro and delicately tried to peel Chel off before something happened to piss Chris off. "Nice costume, man! Y'look like the real thing."

"She's a ******** professional. And personally, I think you should spice him up like a tart."

Paige leaned against Zeke so that she could watch the current source of entertainment, but not before she downed three shots of tequila in quick succession - lime, salt and all.

"We should do body shots. I haven't ever done them. You ever done them, Zeke?"

"I'm fine!" Noah yelped. "Just, uh, um, it's getting warm? Because of all the people," he fibbed. He was pretty sure that Heidi had caught the joke and had also caught that he caught the joke, judging by the sly look that she had given him. Was she going to call him on it? He hoped not, because he didn't want to have to explain tentacles and he especially didn't want to explain tentacles in the middle of a party.