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Oh yes. She was enjoying the scratching. Enjoying a little too much. But it felt so good! If he kept this up much longer she would end up in his lap again. As it was, she leaned a little more against him and tilted her head for easier access for scratching. "Well...I can't help it I guess. The gryphon's my bestie and you two have such a cute little relationship going." LW managed to get out in a light teasing voice. It was obvious she was mostly focused on Gabe's fingers though. When he finally eased off of the scratching, LW made a contented sigh and looked up at him. "Scales, feathers, fur, makes no difference to me. You'll definitely do." She smiled and turned to see where the bottle landed this time, lips curling a little more when she felt the hand petting her tail.

The she-wolf tried to cover up her laughter when the bottle pointed, yet again, at Gabe. She patted his leg and moved at his nudge. LW watched the ghoul and felt bad for her. She seemed so nervous about this. Well, in LW's opinion, the bottle had landed on one of the perfect people for her to kiss. She kept her laughter at bay and shot a look across from her to Ren that was amused it was Gabe again.

Then Gabe's turn to spin the bottle...and it pointed at him again? Holy Jack! It really must be jinxed or something. And of course she laughed. And laughed even more when it landed on the ghoul with the blue hair again. "So lucky tonight." LW got out in her fit of giggles before Gabe moved to kiss the ghoul.

When the Nix was moving back towards his seat, her eyes were bright with amusement. But the minute she heard something shouted at him about 'jinxing the bottle' those violets flashed and a narrow eyed glare was sent towards the smelly one (Icky). Her tail flicked in annoyance. The she-wolf had not liked this boil for his smell. Now she didn't like him for his attitude either. LW wisely kept her mouth shut though, but the glare remained. She was surprised when she heard Alessa's voice. Well, let her do the talking then. LW would most likely have growled anyways. Or complained about his stench. Yeah, glaring was safer.

Of course if he shouted back at Alessa, well. Things changed then. She wouldn't be quite so quiet.

"Good to know, Sarias. Also, lovely to hear my name spill from your lips, love. Finally. It was about time," he'd released her hand and watched idly, still standing, as she went to spin the bottle. He had seen Icky's earlier display, and from what little he knew about the Banshee, he was sure it'd have caused a disaster. His initial plan had been to distract the ghoul, but he honestly hadn't expected it to work as well as it had. During the kiss, he'd felt the ghoul relax and slowly melt into it until the rage he'd initially spotted had dissipated entirely.

Thank Jack too, because the last thing he wanted, was a fight to break out in such a small room. Clearly relieved to see that things had calmed down, the nix turned away from the blue haired girl and began to walk back to his place. Icky's voice, however, stopped him mid stride, and the demon paused just a moment to look at the boggart, "Oh?" he arched a brow slightly before he moved again, lowering himself to his place beside LW, "Jealousy does not become you," he drawled out as he picked up the prism scareon and placed her on his lap again, "While I'd love to take credit for your obvious discomfort, I'm afraid the bottle was clearly not jinxed. At least not by me. I would have never chosen Ren as a kissing partner otherwise," his eyes narrowed slightly, but he remain rather calm, given the circumstances. Also rather comical in a way, seeing as how despite the fact his voice was lowered to sub-zero levels... he was holding onto a pastel rainbow minipet, whom was currently nuzzling his chest, "Why shouldn't I treat the ghouls nicely? Every single one of them here deserves to be treated with respect, no matter if they're ghost, monster or otherwise," at this point, his lips tugged into an almost cynical smile, "In fact, I'm sure that you'd have a lot more luck yourself, if you acted just an ounce more chivalrous. It'd probably make the ghouls want to do more than just kill or horribly maim you at least," a beat as he seemed to consider something, "Unless you're into that. In which case, sorry. My bad," he didn't sound very sorry though, "If you join the game, you should learn to play by it's rules and stop being a nuisance. Settle down."

He'd heard both Alessa and Ren talk, but he'd felt the need to voice his opinion too. He just hoped things would not get physical, because he wasn't particularly good in that department. Worse yet, he was pretty much stuck here, and his only method of defense would be to shift into serpent form. He wasn't entirely sure how well that would go in this crowded room. He did, however, turn to look at both the nagual and the gryphon, at first mildly confused over their outbursts in his defense, and then clearly grateful before he turned his attention towards the she-wolf.

"Shhhh... settle down," it was, in fact, his turn to reach out and pat the ghoul's leg; he was sitting rather close to her and could, in fact, hear the barely contained growls, "It's a game, isn't it? You said so yourself. If I'm beginning to enjoy it... well, anyone can, really," the hand he'd been using to pat her with, reached to stroke her tail languidly again, his eyes settling on Sarias and Deacon so he could see the game progress.

Tsetsiliya watched the beginnings of the next round from behind the safety of her knees. Her face was still brightly red, and after her turn she felt like many eyes had followed her (unless that was her paranoia talking, as it often did). The bunny ghoul and the gyphon boil both gave her a reassuring smile that she caught on her way back to her seat, and she mustered a timid smile of her own in reply. She hated that she was so nervous (and that she was the only one who appeared to be as such), and wished she could loosen up a little more. Everyone seemed to be trying to make her feel comfortable, and it didn't pass unnoticed.

Her timid pleasure soured as she saw the spectacle the garbage-smelling boil was making of himself. Really now, did he have any manners? His action towards the ghost ghoul as well as his outburst made her bristle. It was on the tip of her tongue to say something snappish, but others had beaten her to it, and done it in a better manner than she could have. Instead she nodded and contented herself to give him a disapproving stare. If he wanted to sulk, so be it - as long as he kept the outbursts to a minimum. The sight of the cider dropped her hopes even lower; it was her grandmother's favorite drink, and she had been the worse for it on an occasion or two. Given this monster's penchant for outbursts already, this could only spell trouble.

Suddenly she had a really bad feeling about how this evening would play out. Much less about the kissing now but moreso with the tension that was brewing because of this most rude gatecrasher. The poludnica hoped there wasn't a fight lingering on the horizon.

(( planned a little bit with Matisha, so that's why there are some details in this post that might seem godmoddy D; We got it worked out, though! ))

Pouting, was this what he was resorting to? Icky glared hard at the bottle, then at his jug of cider before tilting his head back to chug the alcohol, dribbling a bit down his chin. If that didn't make it work faster, nothing would. Grumbling, he wiped it off on the back of his sleeve before directing his attention to dinner - err the bunny ghoul.

She certainly had a bite to her that he hadn't anticipated but with his current mood the boggart was deciding that she would do much better as a meal than a plaything. Narrowing his eyes and sneering, he scoffed at her words dismissively. "I'm still in, flopsy," he could feel many eyes on him now, their glares burning into him. The griffin boil holding onto the rabbit then attempted to referee the situation, as if it honestly needed it. Icky's expression dropped to one of disdain, claws tightening around the jug with the sound of snapping bark. He opened his mouth to rebuke the self proclaimed peace keeper but was unable, as another boil jumped down his throat with a calm and condescending tone.

He didn't even notice Sarias spin the bottle again. Icky raised a finger, pointing at Gabrian as he set the jug flat on the floor and sat up straight. If he were a cat, he would have bristled and hissed. "Ye talk a lo' for a ruddy' piece 'a seaweed. Don't presume ta tell other folks their Jackdamn business," the boggart was seething, an anger boiling inside him that was soon to pop its top on any number of them. Then, his eyes flickered to Sarias for just a split second, back to Gabrian, then returned to the banshee.

The conversation, if it could be called that, was derailed instantly.

His eyes caught sight of Deacon's hand grabbing the back of her head, keeping her in place as he proceeded to invade her mouth so forcefully it made her choke. Immediately, Icky released the jug of cider and completely snapped away from the Nix, practically lunging at the cat demon to sink his claws into the fabric of his shirt. "Get yer tongue out of her throat, ye feckin' wanker!" he grabbed the neck of Deacon's shirt, shoving him hard against the nearest wall once he was suitably separated from Sarias. A wooden fist was raised, posed and ready. If he hadn't made an a** out of himself already, he was about to.

It was as Tsetsiliya feared.

One moment the bottle had landed on Sarias and the cat demon had approached her seemingly innocent enough.. until he crushed his face against hers. The boggart was on his feet and grabbing at Deacon, Gabrian launching at Icky to restrain him. The poludnica made a squeaky noise of surprise in the back of her throat - she was very certain that the cider helped to push Icky over the edge (not that Deacon had helped matters).

Her first instinct was to scoot away from her current position in the circle to get out of the way in case things worsened. She only succeeded in going a few inches from her spot and was sitting on her knees, ready to move back further, before she glanced around at the others and her eyes fell on the snoozing Claire nearby. The gluttony demon had invited them into her dorm room and hosted this party, and this is how she was to be repaid? With an alcohol and jealousy-induced fight that would probably end in something much worse?

"P-Please!" she cried in surprise, her hands starting to tremble. She clenched them into fists and tried to steady her voice. "P-Please stop! We should not be getting Claire into trouble.. !" She was worried about her host, but also for herself and the others. They would all be surely punished if the fight escalated any further and she was not looking forward to the possibility of disappointing her parents once they caught wind (the very thought made her feel ill). Hopefully Gabe's intervention had done the trick, but she secretly doubted it. Cider and jealousy were dangerous.

Oh Jack did she ever want out of this game now.

Deacon's 'fun' only lasted a split second. Really, he had full intention to let her go quickly... He just wanted to get a rise from her. Though, it quickly seemed that he got a bigger rise from the wrong person. He felt the hand clamp around the material of his shirt and he let himself be tugged away as he released her, if only to keep Sarias from being harmed in him being forcefully pulled off.

As Icky had pinned him, Deacon's first response was to laugh mockingly. Until he caught a better whiff of the guy and decided best to keep his mouth tightly closed and his breath held for their close encounter. He had lifted a hand to try and forcefully shove the boil's face out of his own, but luckily for them both Gabe leaped - err, slithered - into action and quickly separated them. As Icky was yanked back enough for Deacon to remove himself from the immediate area, he side-stepped only enough to be out of the boggart's reach.

Strangely, rather than looking like he was out for blood, Deacon looked rather proud of himself. "That piss you off just because I had the balls to do it? Or because I'm the one who did it first?" If Icky's reaction wasn't helping, Deacon's taunting certainly wasn't making things any easier.

Cam would be easy to catch, seeing as it was currently being subdued by the screeching in it's head. It wiggled in Jericho's grasp, getting guacamole everywhere. Riley shifted away, trying to block herself from the spray. She couldn't speak, or else the emit would have to stop, and the Cthulhu would be able to escape. So instead, she used hand signals to signify to Jericho that he should try to make it throw up the key.

Good luck with that, the Cthulhu's eyes seemed to challenge to the dragon.