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Tsetsiliya's eyes tracked Alessa's turn with interest. Although that interest quickly turned to surprise as she saw the she-wolf (the two seemed like close friends) initiate quite a sensual kiss. Not that Tsetsiliya had many friends herself to compare, but she could not imagine this with any of them. She had seen her parents and grandmother give friendly pecks on both cheeks when greeting friends and family.. but this put a whole new spin on things. Was this how things were done nowadays? But once again, the bottle was spinning, and to her surprise it pointed its neck towards her.. again. She had not expected to be spun twice in an evening, much less so soon after the last turn. But she didn't have much time to think about it because LW was heading over.

'It is not as bad as it seems, it is not as bad as it seems..' The poludnica repeated the line over and over in her head, but just as the last girl who had spun her, LW was patient, playful even. She smiled very kindly and leaned in without another word. As she did the time before, Tsetsiliya stayed put as her nerves did another tap dance in her stomach. But with a small breath on her part, she did try to ease up, and in doing so she inched forward to accept LW's kiss.

There now, not so bad. If anything, she was blushing more at LW's comment and her playful wink.

"S-Spasiba -- !" She stammered, then put a hand to her mouth as LW headed back to her spot; no, she was looking for the common word for that. "I-I mean thank you!" she added quickly, blushing to the roots. She had time to see the she-wolf give the serpent Gabrian a sweet kiss of his own.. surely outside of the game's pretext. But it still being her turn, she crawled into the center and reached for the bottle.

When the bottle spun and spun.. and landed on her. ".. ?" Her lips turned down in a slight frown, and she reached forward to re-spin. Her eyes watched it with apprehension, and the mantra of "it is not as bad as it seems" began to fade as her nervousness mounted. But the bottle slowed and landed...

.. On Gabrian. Again.

Not that she had any complaints; he was a pleasant boil from what she had gathered throughout the evening, but part of the turmoil earlier had been because he had been spun so many times. She hoped no more problems would arise because of this, but even so she gave the boggart a nervous glance, just to make sure. It was now or never, though; she swallowed hard and once again crossed the circle towards him. Was the last time good enough? He had said she had done just fine, but she still had lingering doubts. Surely she needed to improve her technique.

But there was another problem at hand - one that lay in his current form.

"I.." This might be problematic. She blinked softly at the serpentine Gabrian, as though to ask him how to go about this. She could always kiss him like she had just seen LW do, but something about that seemed a little awkward to her (maybe because she could only see his human form in her mind's eye and the blush deepened).

Even though Gabrian had given her indication that he was going to shift forms, for some reason it still surprised Tsetsiliya when the serpent disappeared and the boil's student form had taken its place. She nodded as he finished, but her gaze wandered to the she-wolf at his side. Seeing how the two were interacting, would this be okay? There seemed to be something.. well, something, anyway; the poludnica couldn't put her finger on it, but the playfulness was certainly there. It was enough to make her feel like she should ask permission. Sure, her actions were only part of the game, but she still felt.. she couldn't quite figure out what she felt. But she had started this game, and by Jack she was going to finish it.

She took the extended hand with a bit of apprehension, nearly pulling away when her fingers touched the open palm, but with a steadying breath finished the motion. The distance between them closed, and she heard Gabrian whisper to her encouragingly. All she could do was swallow and nod, her face glowing brightly as she leaned forward.

Her heart was in her throat again as she kissed him, and even though it was a little easier this time, she still felt uncertain. She did not linger as she did the time before, and after a moment she backed away and bowed her head in thanks to him.

"T-thank you," she murmured sheepishly before quietly shuffling back to her side of the circle. For some reason she was feeling like an interloper. Perhaps it was a good thing she hadn't kissed him when he was in serpent form, otherwise she might have felt even worse, doing something that was so intimate.

((BOTTLE WHAT IS UP WITH YOU. Also, sorry for the wait, guys x.x a bit of a busy couple of days, I DEEPLY APOLOGIZE.))

The demon must have noticed poor Tsetsiliya's hesitation (even if it was probable he had no idea why exactly she seemed to be hesitating this much - he most certainly was not associating it with LW), because he leaned in slightly so only she could hear, "It's fine," he wasn't sure what he was reassuring her of, but it seemed like the right thing to do, so thus... well, he went with it. In all honesty, it was probably safe to say that his mind was still slightly stuck on second gear, and that as such, he was practically winging it on instinct, rather than rational thought process at this point.

He figured he'd leave th thinking for later, when he was back safely in the peace and quiet of his room. Her hand finally touched his, though it nearly pulled away upon contact; he waited just a beat, as if expecting her to bristle and run for the hills like a scared animal, but when she didn't he allowed his fingers to fold around her. The kiss this time was short and sweet, and when the ghoul pulled away, she went as far as bowing her head and thanking him, "No," he told her just before he allowed himself to release her hand, "Thank you," he then released her hand and watched her make a bee-line for her seat. A moment passed before he realized he should go deal with the bottle, and to his credit, he only rolled his eyes briefly before pushing himself up to his feet, "Let's see what this thing has to say about all this then, shall we?" it was murmured mostly to himself as he reached out and spun the bottle, only to have it land on... himself again.

There was a brief pause during which Gabrian blinked and made a face at the bottle before reaching out to spin it again. He shot Ren a glare that almost dared him to say anything before he returned his gaze to the spinning item. This time, it had the courtesy of not landing on him again, thank Jack; it seemed to be pointing directly at... the other dragon, actually. Gabrian couldn't quite recall the lightning dragon's name, but after a small pause, he shrugged slightly and made his way over to the other boil. Honestly though, there was nothing potentially worse than having to kiss the gryphon, and as such, anything else ranged from tolerable to delightful. He figured this one would range around the bottom end, but it surely wouldn't be the dragon's fault; boils were just not his thing, even if he didn't really mind this particular game all that much.

"So," he drawled out as he lowered himself to a crouching position in front of Aksaja. His voice had lowered so only the other boil, and perhaps those bext to him could hear, "I take it you're quite alright with this? Something about you seems to say you probably are," that said, he allowed him a beat or two to express disgust before leaning in a touch more, smirk upon his slips which made him look almost snake like despite all odds, "You're not a pretty little ghoul, but you're not the gryphon, so I've no complains myself," and then, he paused, almost as if considering his options before leaning a hand on the other boil's shoulder to steady himself, allowing their lips to meet. He didn't make the kiss too long or too short, and seemed relatively content with it on a whole; perhaps still half dazed from before or simply having grown accustomed to the game on a whole.

When he pulled away from the dragon, he smirked again, "Good luck with your spin."

Oh ho . . . this was interesting, Aksaja had been starting to wonder if the bottle would ever land on him at ALL. He watched the other boil come over to him, not moving an inch except to tilt his head slightly. He'd been watching Gabrian, honestly, and had rather decided that the green-haired boil was one he might choose to kiss even outside of this game. Though he seemed to recall something about him having a ghoulfriend . . .

The lightning dragon answered the other's faint smirk with one of his own, eyes lidding a bit. "Oh you have no idea just how 'alright' I am," he purred in reply, his own voice soft. And when the other kissed him, though Aksaja didn't try to deepen it more than Gabrian wanted, it was quite clear that he was enjoying himself, as his eyes shut and one hand moved to rest upon the other boil's chest.

Eyes fluttered open slowly after the kiss was over and he nodded. "Why thank you . . . "

Then he reached out to spin the bottle. And raised brows juuust a bit when it landed upon the cat boil who had caused so much trouble before. Well, well, well.

Shifting a bit, the lightning dragon actually crawled over toward the other and eyed him for a moment before leaning forward. One hand curled about the back of Deacon's neck to hold his head steady whilst he pressed their lips together. And this time, he did seek to deepen that kiss a bit, though if the other really didn't seem like he wanted to, Aksaja wasn't going to force it.

Well. Okay, so many it had ranged a bit above the merely 'tolerable' category. Who'd have thought? Attempting to shrug his mild confusion away, Gabrian offered the lightning dragon a small nod, "My pleasure," that said, he walked over to where LW was sitting, still holding his prism scareon in her arms. Reaching over, he ran his hand over the pet's head, scratching it behind her ears before turning to watch the game continue.

The bottle this time landed on Deacon and the nix allowed himself to snort lightly. Honestly, he wasn't sure if he felt worse for the cat demon or Aksaja himself. If anything though, at least the game was interesting; it was helping pass the time, and as it progressed... it was getting much less awkward. At least for him. Even if he still had the distinct feeling that bottle had been bewitched and cursed.

It was right around then that he spotted Riley's pet scampering away from Jericho in order to hide, "What in the world is wrong with it?" he looked at the demoness as he spoke, and then paused, making a slight face as it dawned on him just what might be wrong with the pet, "Eeeeeh... whose going to brave that shoe in a few moment then?" the game might have been interesting, but he was still more than slightly eager to get out of this room, no offense to Claire.

To say that she was not utterly amused by how the bottle just kept landing on Gabrian would have been a lie. LW was gasping for breath by the time the nix came back to sit beside her after kissing the other dragon. She had to say, she was starting to become one of the believers that the bottle was jinxed or something.

Then there was that little part deep down that wished she could get lucky and kiss him. But that one she would keep to herself. And maybe tell Ren later.

For now though, "Guess you just have some charm about you that the bottle loves." LW teased him and bumped her shoulder against his. "Just how many people have gotten lucky enough to receive a kiss from you now?" Her body was shaking with suppressed laughter.

Now that things seemed to have settled down again, LW let her gaze slowly travel over everyone in the room. Her violet eyes lingered on the purple demon wondering how the key retrieval was going? The she-wolf was kind of hoping it was going well, even though she was having fun, she was getting tired as well..oh Jack! What was the one dragon doing? Better yet, maybe she didn't want to know. Something told her, it would make her stomach queasy. Moving on from them, she looked across the way and gave both Ren and Alessa a warm smile before leaning a little on the demon beside her.

"Your scareon is very cute and well behaved, by the way." She informed him, scratching said scareon behind the ears.

"Shut it!" he snapped at the Cthulu once more, "Or I'll stick your head right into this shoe."

It was nauseating to be doing this, but it had to be done. Jericho eventually found the key, in which he held it up with a look of disgust on his face.

"I found the jack-damn key," he grumbled while glaring daggers into Cam. With a huff, he stormed on over towards the door to (hopefully) finally unlock it. He ignored the others for the time being, wanting to get out of here as soon as he could.