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Cee's eyes widened and she stared seriously. Her voice was low and conspiratorial, "And we're takin some'a them rice krispies when we leave, aight?"

With a solemn nod she whipped out more makeup from the bag and started to work on Paige. She'd only been allowed once before to put makeup on the blonde (and it was so hoooot) so of course she had a whole new look for this second time.

Cee settled on a prettier palette that didn't clash with the pink sock monkey hat on her head.

"MMm hmmmm.." Cee leaned back and looked at Paige like art that needed scrutinizing. Then BAM!, a mirror. "Deal with it." She bobbled.

The beer was cheap and an offense to his well-tuned and delicately honed senses. Many things were these days, his sense of taste seemed to be shifting and altering along with his sense of smell. Even in the bar he could smell the very wood the bar top was composed of where it rested under his hand.

It was pleasant to get out, for a given value of pleasantness. People were certainly entertaining to watch.

Jan smiled amicably and stood, making his way over to the snack table, inspecting it primarily as an excuse to inspect the minipets that were present from a distance that would not quite yet earn a defensive tackle from America.

Chris grinned and turned an embarrassed pink at the compliments. "Thanks, I just sorta threw it together." Lies. Liar. Pants on ******** fire.

He snorted quietly and tilted his head. "Don't be too nice to him, y'gotta make him work for it still," he punched Dawson in the arm lightly, clearly just joking. He wasn't going to get pissed about a little partying. On the contrary, he was glad to see her having a good time. "Looks like you're fitting in nicely, bro," he told Dawson. "Already sitting at the cool kid table and everything. "

Ever watched Taym go, and maybe there was a note of something genuinely disappointed in his expression -- enough so that he took a moment to finish off his second drink before turning in place, eyes scanning the crowd. He could go back to Zeke, but he was occupied with the girls, now -- and besides, more fun to make him wait.

His eyes settled on Shu, instead, looking a bit out of place, and after a moment he sidled up beside her, an elbow settled on her shoulder as if she were an armrest. In the full-skeleton makeup, it might take her a moment to recognize him.

"Are you drinking, sugar?" And then a beat. "...are you old enough to drink?"

Laughing, he said, "D'you hear that, Finn? I'm the worst," with the most pleased expression. Thank you for settling the unspoken question so quickly, Abbi. "Look, there were posters of that s**t anyway, AK, didn't you see them around a while back? Consider this me playing along. I'll watch the movie when I actually get the time and money to convert a DVD player."

Jack poured the remainder of his whiskey all into Finn's gift, deciding now was as good a time as any to break I'm the mug. Especially since it called him a goddess. "You should know better than to bring alcohol into the infirmary. Who is the other half of 'they'? Who thought Crowell was a good fighter to bring along?" he asked with a snort as a few texts lit his phone up. He sighed when he was greeted with even more emoticons.





Lazily waving Leslie off, he turned back to Abbi with a look. "What about Craft? Seems to me," he indicated with his head and a sardonic look, "like she's having the time of her life without us." Drunk and with her cousin and some hairy mongoloid on the dance floor. "b***h hasn't even come to say happy birthday to me." A text didn't count.

He eyed her with a most judging look, the kind he had been passing honestly since she had arrived and deigned not to come over.

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"Whoa..." Thrown together or not, Dawson was obviously impressed. It probably helped that Chris has similar hair to the Cap'n too.

But it was also painfully obvious that there was no such thing to be working towards as far as he was concerned. He looked completely embarrassed for himself as Chris joked and Chel bluntly revealed her goals for the night, and he hoped he look in his eyes told Chris, I swear I didn't get her drunk I wasn't plan in anything there wasn't ever a real chance anyway. He was just an innocent idiot who got swept up by a pretty face to the dance floor and who now wasn't so sure what to say.

"Darlin', uh...I think y'should jest say bye t'yer friends n' then go get some shut eye," he suggested meekly. "Y'deserve some."

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Were there cupcakes? Were there cupcakes? Oh, Cee.

Nora gave a cackle worthy of the witch she was dressed as while she floated over with her tray of spiderweb-icing'd chocolate babies and cookies and cream Rice Krispies. "Scoop up what you want and then I'll let you two get back to work," she said with a wink.

Paige's way of dealing with it was to lean forward and drop a kiss onto Cee's lips before hopping off the stool.

"I'm the prettiest belle at the ball," she drawled before taking a drink of Zeke's screwdriver - without asking, because they were cool like that.

"There dancing happening? If there isn't, there should be."

Noah squeaked again as a chilly hand slipped up the back of his shirt and wrinkled his nose at Pey's playful smirk. He couldn't even complain about the cold hand, because he'd brought it on himself. "I, um, thanks, I think I'll be fine in a minute."

Heidi got a grateful look for not calling him on his fib. Thank you, Heidi.