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Once again things seemed to be getting way out of hand, mostly because it seemed that one boil was determined to be an a*****e. That was pretty much Aksaja's read of the situation. Rolling his eyes slightly, he shot Deacon a look. "Seriously, it's not a competition or anything. That's an entirely different game." And his expression said that he himself wouldn't be averse to playing such a game - but not here and now.

This was supposed to have been fun, like a party. Competition had its place but usually a party was NOT IT. Glancing over at Claire, he snagged a few bottles of whatever alcohol was lying around and started passing them out. "Have a drink, RELAX . . . chill. It's a party, guys, c'mon."

And suddenly, the game turned from harmless fun into a fight that was begging to happen. Astra didn't know what to make of it. While she was not a big fan of Sarias, she didn't know if the girl deserved to be kissed like that..but hey, at least it was that girl and not herself. She'd rather kiss Jericho then either the cat demon or the bad smelling boggart by the look of how they acted. The game seemed to be forgotten for now, and she found herself backing away from the general scene encase things did get worse.

The floor then didn't seem like a great place, and she was quick to spot the encroaching Gabe as it moved to stop icky, so she jumped out of the way, flying towards the shelf so she could sit there, out of harms way.

Now that she felt more safe, she noted that Riley and Jericho were still trying to open the door.

While the boys were going at it, Jericho was focusing on getting the key. The sooner he got that, the sooner he could get out of there and not have to deal with this whole fiasco. To say that he was unpleased to have the minipet vomit on him without any actual key... was an understatement. A low growl came from deep within his throat and he had to keep himself from not attempting to crush Cam here. Instead, he tossed the Cthulu at Riley before getting up to try and hunt down something to wipe off the throw-up that was all over his shirt now.

"Anyone see a towel?" he mumbled. Their host seemed to have passed out so she wouldn't be of any help. And most of the other boys were currently fairly occupied with their quarrel. Not that he could blame anyone for getting huffy about what Deacon did to Sarias. To him, there were enough people trying to calm things down so he just focused on getting himself cleaned up here. Perhaps it could distract a few of the others from the conflict if they decided to try and help him out here.

Poor Tset, though. The girl seemed rather uncomfortable with the whole situation, though it was to be expected. He was kind of surprised to see the meek demon here in the first place.

Things had very quickly escalated into a bit of mess, but Myr chose to remain out of it. It wouldn't help anything if he were to join in. He was learning a lot, mainly that if he was going to have a party, he would need to chose the guest list carefully, since apparently some people couldn't handle it.

"Anybody see a towel?" he heard the dragon, Jericho, mumble, and Myr glanced around. He thought he had seen a towel earlier,and when he spotted it again, he moved over to snag it. He picked it up and took it over, handing it to the boy. "Here. Do you need some water or anything to help clean it off?"

With the conflict tuned out for the most part, Jericho turned towards the Reaper boy and Tset as they offered to help him out with his messy situation. It seemed that they too were wanting nothing to do with the drama here seeing how they weren't getting involved with it one way or another.

"Thanks, but you can keep your sash," he mumbled to Tset, seeing how Myr had handed him a towel. The dragon began to gingerly wipe away the mess when he nodded to the boy, "Yeah, some water would probably be good right now if I could get some."

It may at least help clean his shirt a little more than simple dabbing and wiping could do. He was going to have to really try to wash it out later when he got back to his room. Or he could burn it he supposed.

Just as his fist came down, aching with fury and the anticipation of cracking against Deacon's face, something whipped around and grabbed tightly to his ankle. With a sharp tug, he was flat on his face, claws digging into the cat demon's shirt before coming to the floor and attempted to claw his way back and finish the job. A flurry of curses flew from the boggart's mouth as he clawed, scraped and kicked, but all to no avail against the mighty grasp and strength of the large serpent.

"GET OFF! GET OFF RIGH' NOW!" he screeched, getting wrapped in a choke hold that most Constrictors and professional wrestlers would envy. He was trapped completely up to his neck, only his head visible from Gabrian's "hug". In desperation, Icky attempted to sink his sharp teeth into the Nix's flesh but the scales offered him enough protection to not break the skin - much.

Mouth "full", Icky paused and stared at Deacon as he tip toed away, laughing like the smug little kitty he was. Then that question came, his rage building up further and giving him a sudden burst of strength. He managed to wriggle free just enough to get one arm out as he started clawing and pushing away, grabbing at the air toward Deacon in an effort to some how choke him despite the distance. "YE FECKIN' GIT! YER GONNA REGRET COMIN' HERE! I'M GONNA GUT YE AND MOUNT YE ON MY WALL! I'LL DECORATE MY ROOM WITH YER INNARDS'N--"

"...I'M FINE!"

All motion stopped from the near shriek of the banshee, wooden claw paused in the motion of digging under a few of Gabe's scales to attempt gaining an upper hand. His eyes were wide as he stared at the ghoul, expression dumbfounded for several seconds before she moved on and began making snide comments to a dragon and a certain mindflayer. He went limp, then, arm hanging off of Gabe's side and chin resting against his scales as he stared dumbly at a wall, looking torn between calm and pouting once more.

"I knew that," he said plainly, assuring no one but himself.

Now that the situation was calming down, he seemed to be resigning himself to being stuck in the serpent's grasp for the rest of their time in this locked room. If all of this commotion hadn't woken the gluttony demon yet, then nothing would. After a few moments, the boggart attempted to turn himself toward the table which housed all of the alcohol and strained as he leaned over, just out of reach of more cider. That would make the situation more bearable, now that he had one arm free.

A tiny noise made his ears twitch and he looked to his left, seeing Sarias sitting back near he and Gabe. Did she just...? No. ...To him? He squinted at the banshee, jaw set to the side as he tried to think. For a second, he went limp, watching her to be doubly sure. The stench of alcohol on her was strong, now, so there was a chance."Yer welcome," he hissed quietly, leaning down just enough so it met her ear but hopefully no one else's. Progress, perhaps? If it could be called that where ever he was concerned. Then, just a moment later, he renewed his efforts of trying to reach the alcohol. At least it gave him something to do.

It was quite hard to notice anything going on when you have a thrashing, flailing, bitting boggart wrapped within your coils. Gabrian swiftly wished he hadn't decided to play this roles, because quite frankly, no one had ever bitten him, and he was not liking the experience one bit; as the boggart's teeth finally pierced the scales, the large serpent hissed, arched his neck up in pain and then looked desperately around for something, anything that might help him. With blinding speed, he finally struck out, sinking his teeth into Icky's shirt, then tugging in an effort to get the other boil to let go of him. He heard Ren's voice beside him, but wasn't really able to acknowledge him due to er... being slightly occupied.

Thankfully, it was right around then that Sarias yelled in their general direction, and he felt the boggart finally go limp in his coils. He kept his teeth closed around his shirt for a few moments though, and then released it, giving the other boil a threatening hiss, as if to point out that he could have gone for his neck if he'd wanted to, but had simply decided not to. He was near enough to hear the banshee's 'thank you', his ear fins lifting up and eyes narrowing as he listened to Icky's own reply. Then, after a beat, he released his firm grip on the boggart and started to slither away from him, actually trusting him to sit down and play nice. He did, however, snap his tail, whip like in speed and smacked Icky behind the head, "That's for bitting me," he hissed, "Don't be an idiot now. Behave. Or I swear, next time I won't go for the clothes," and that said, he slithered his way back to his place beside LW.

He waited for the commotion to die down and the she-wolf to settle back down before slowly coming to curl up beside her, his serpent head half resting on her leg as he pouted. There was a smallish bite on the base of his neck and he greatly disapproved, by the looks of his pouting. He'd also decided to remain in his snake form for a while still; just in case. He figured that if the bottle decided to land on him, he'd take that moment to shift back, but for now, he would rather remain in this form, seeing as how he was faster and much more useful in it.

His gaze moved across the room to notice what he'd missed while he'd been restraining the boggart, and they settled on Ren and Alessa, noting they seemed fine, "Le's just settle down. Deacon's already spinning..." he turned to look at Riley and Jericho, noting their efforts to get the key out of the pet, "We might as well continue with this... game until Riley and Jericho get the darned key out of that thing," he let out a sigh, "How's THAT coming, by the way?" he called out to them briefly before turning to look up at the she wolf, "And are you quite alright?"