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Poor Colette. Tsetsiliya watched her companion with sympathy as she, too, danced awkwardly to the slower song. The poor ghoul looked so unsure, but at least she was trying - the poludnica had to commend her stubbornness in that matter.

"You are doing great," she said encouragingly. Besides, even if her date's dancing wasn't the best, neither was hers. Petro seemed to pick up the slack with some decent dance moves anyway. She rested her arms for the moment just as she heard someone call her name. Head turning towards the crowd, she saw a familiar bespectacled ghoul raising her hand in a wave and coming over. A wide smile spread over her face.

"Taryn!" Her own hand rose in a wave as the ghoul approached. "It is being very much nice to see you! You are looking also very nice!" Tsetsiliya was happy that her friend had chosen this dress - the color was indeed very flattering on her. The arrival of the brand-new face did give her nerves a jolt, and her stutter, which had been lying dormant, awoke for just a moment - to make sure everyone knew it was still there. "A-Are you enjoying yourselves, both of you?" She turned to include the ghoul's date, who must have been another recent transfer as well - she did not recognize him, anyway. Still, it was a big school. "Oh, these are being my dates! Colette, Petro, this is Taryn. I am meeting her during dress shopping." She indicated each as the names were said, feeling all around smiley. Goodness knows how long it'd been since she'd felt this cheerful.. or rather comfortable around others.

Christof flushed completely now, "Er... n-no the'th um... not a date... er... Mith Cady ith um... jutht a new friend. The rethently enrolled and um... the um... talkth a lot." Speaking of talking, he cleared his throat, "Er... I need a haircut I thuppoth? Oh... er... altho the tongue wath Mathter Barth'th idea, it will be remowed again after the P-prom ith over." He cleared his throat, but seemed to relax in the face of familiarity, and popped his fedora onto her head. There were few other students he could see eye-to-eye to, literally. "I'm not wery good at danthing either, but ah... we can er... attempt together? I could teach you the dantheth Mr. Jericho taught me?"

"Ah, I am quite certain our gracious Pumpkin King can appoint whatever vassals she desires," Malodore replied, cheerfully. "As for myself, I require only Science to be my vassal."

"... And a death ray, perhaps. Later."

Riley rolled her eyes and gave Jericho a squeeze around the waist. You were already well aware of your position in my fold, Jericho. You are my knight-commander. There was no question.

Riley was getting giddy - and perhaps a little light-headed - at all of the talk of commanding and royalty and power and - her head swooned for a moment. This conversation was, perhaps, a little too good. Coupled with the fact she'd eaten nothing but sugar all day, and the pulsing lights, she was definitely feeling a little dizzy.

She closed her eyes and rested her shoulder on Malodore's shoulder.

It's probably a good thing this night is almost over.. I don't think I can take much more excitement.

With the evening winding down, there was perhaps one last dance that Barth had meant to get around to.

"If you'll err, excuse me again. For a moment. I'll be back," he said to Lilith, then with great reluctance, pried himself from his chair. He did not have the stamina for a lot of dances. But he thought he could manage this one. Barth found his target, fortunately seated not too far away, and the white hair was easy to spot under the blacklight. It took Barth a long while to navigate his way over. At least this time he didn't have to contend with thrusting. Or carry anything.

His intended dance partner was locked in a rather deep and serious conversation with his date. That would make the third dance he'd stolen tonight. He was running on 3 for 3.

Barth cleared his throat. "Err, Calder. ...Care to dance a bit?"

Malodore raised one claw to lightly pat at Riley's head. "I've never had a crown before, truly. Monarchy is not the plague doctor way. Our metal is all burnished and bloody, not shining. It would be terrible hoard-material for your kind, Jericho." The plague doctor chuckled lightly.

"I-It is being nice to meet you, Joachim, Merel!" Tsetsiliya's cheeks colored again, but she was unable to fight the smile. She was pleased that the timid ghoul she had met while dress shopping was feeling so comfortable now - a good indicator that she was having a great time. It was the same for her as well. "T-thank you! Luck of the draw, one is maybe saying!" But she flashed her smile at both Petro and Colette. It really had been luck of the draw that things were going so well. Optimism really was the way to start out an evening such as this! "Our night is being very much pleasant," she replied with a happy sigh. The poludnica had noticed that things were starting to quiet down, and people were slowly filtering out. "It is almost being a shame that it is ending soon.."

Really, it seemed that the night was ending so soon; it was as though they had just gotten there. But the excitement on the main stage with the crowning and the interesting dances had died down. But still she didn't really care that their night wasn't the most exciting, or packed with dancing, or what not. It was easy and comfortable, and she would not have liked it any other way. They had gotten their one dance, they had laughed, chatted with friends, enjoyed the refreshments. All in all, a successful evening in her eyes.