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The tatzel's purr rumbled through his chest, and when he briefly broke the kiss to take another breath, West let out a low growl, his hands moving in opposite directions. One threaded through the hair at the base of her neck while the other slid lower and lower and...

What in the hell was that?

Levi might as well have had a spastic lightning elemental in her dress considering the speed with which he let her go. He tried to back up, but... wall.

"AHH, nothin'!" he shouted, pointing a shaking finger back at the spider demon. "I dunno what y'think y'saw, but y'didn't! An' if y'say y'did, I'll pop yer eyes clean outta yer head!" She... probably had a lot of eyes...

"All of 'em!"

Tradition continued, and Lizzy broke the kiss to be distracted by something else. Mac had just assumed that the purring was someone getting hot and heavy around the corner and decided to just ignore it; Lizzy, on the other hand, was much more...curious. He tried to warn her against investigating, but naturally he was too late. Whoever it was had been spotted, and judging by Lizzy's reaction, she knew them.

He, however, couldn't place either of them for his life.

Everything was fine right up until the Demon started uttering threats. Loud threats. That never went over well with Mac, especially where Lizzy was involved.

"And if you lay a finger on her, I'll break it." He growled out, instantly on the defensive on his ghoulfriend's behalf. Mac grabbed his ghoulfriend's arm to urge her to get behind him even slightly.

He didn't even glance back at Mot.

"AHHHH NOOOOoooooo!" She raised her arms, covering her hands over her eyes at West's threat of... Popping her eyes out of her head. While she had no idea how he was going to do that, Lizzy had no intention of finding out first hand. However, Mot's sudden appearance - on the rooftop! - just made her yell even louder, "MOT AHH! AHHH! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH?!"

MOT HELP! ATTEMPTED MURDER! ALSO DID YOU KNOW THAT LEVI AND WEST WERE KISSING?!

When Mac laid out his threat, she was torn; she didn't agree with using violence to settle things, but this was Mac threatening to use violence to settle things. As biased as ever, she might had sparkled just a little as she ducked behind her boilfriend, peeking out at Levi and West with a wide-eyed expression... A wide-eyed expression that said I saw all, and now I know all.

"... Dance..." She blinked at Levi, and her eyes got even wider; so wide that they might just pop out without any assistance from West, "WE CHALLENGE YOU-" She gestured at herself, Mac, and Mot, before pointing at West and Levi, "TO A WHAT-YOU-CALL-IT! THE DANCING THING." She looked up at Mot for assistance.

Shaheen let out a long, exasperated breath at the pink haired girls reply, hands going to rest on her hips as she continued to look around, very seriously debating just flying up above everyone to get a better vantage point. Her wings, however, were quite large, and standing within a crowd of so many students and horsemen she would have had to find a nice clear area first. "His name is Shikoba Len. I think he may just be the bane of my existence." Which totally explained why Shaheen had drug him to a students prom, not that she would ever admit that.

"He is about this height." She held her hand up a couple of inches above her own 6'2" self, "Muscular, loinclothed, dark hair, painted eyes, wolf pelt on his shoulders. Really, I can't believe you wouldn't have at least noticed him!" Blaming a student for the loss of her date? Why not!

Frowning down at the girl now, "Shaheen." She replied, staring at Mitzi's hand as though wondering what to actually do withi it. "Wait, you said you just arrived? Did you see anybody flying away from the school outside?" Because she wouldn't have put it past him to have just left her here on her own. She was so going to have to give him a thorough a**-kicking later, the very thought of it sending thrills up her spine. She was suddenly reaching out and grabbing the girls offered hand, pulling her away from the dance floor and towards a more open area with less bodies pushing past and around them. Her wings were still twitching, and her face was set in a scowl. "Come on then, let us search together." Yes, Mitzi, whether you liked it or not, you have been recruited.

Things were spinning out of control faster than he could comprehend. West didn't want to fight this stupid mouthy reaper, he didn't actually want to pop Lizzy's eyes out, and he certainly didn't want to dance. He just wanted Levi's lips back.

The boil glared up at the roof, shaking his head. "You can... hoedown... all y'damn like. What was it called when you nominated someone else to fight your dorky, flailing battles for you?

"How 'bout you be my champion, Princess?" he snarked at Mot. For once the taunt wasn't being thrown at Levi.

Her eyes were on West, trying to keep him from smashing bodily parts on other student's in (for now). Plenty'a time later...

The tatzel turned her head towards the demoness again then, startled that-

Challenge? Lizzy had said the magic word. Those white ears stood up straight, a flicker or two unconsciously reacting to the bass of what was currently playing. Yer challengin' fer a- Then the cowboil re-appeared. How? she was pretty sure his coat did not have tatzel-like jumping capabilities. But the boil knew his way around a dance challenge.

Hoedown. It was a Hoedown she wanted. Weeeeeell! The ghoul grinned ear-to-ear, her tail only now unwinding from West's to curl up in excitement. Reckon' that might be somethin' I can do. But-



are ya'll ready fer a hoedown?



She looked at each one of them. When she got back to West, she knew his answer already. West will be West, she reasoned. The cowboil, however, would not get away with the reminder of "princess." Mot was the prince of prom to her "princess" last year. Just the same, the two danced via challenge the cowboil had addressed to her during this very same song.

..show yew who'sa princess!

She headed back towards the door with a bit of a stompity bounce in her step, giving Roch a I'm watching you, boil look before passing on in.

>:/ Says Mot.

Levi's snark though made him smirk, the smile soon replaced with a short gasp as Lizzy dragged him inside. He wasn't entirely sure he was ready to join in, but there was honor at stake. However, the song was soon floating around louder, and he understood. It was the showdown. The Tradition.

Along the way he spotted Roch and Freya, and many others. He grabbed them both and dragged them to the dance floor.

"Time for a good old Hoedown."

Suddenly, Jericho found himself being dragged away from the others for something. Furrowing his brow, he followed Lizzy, not sure what it was she had in mind.

"Huh? What do you need, Lizzy? No one's causing trouble are they?" he said with the tail end of his words becoming more like a growl.