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She snorted at herself for getting a little 'spooked' over something that was obviously for their amusement. But really, after everything they had gone through not that far in the past, her reaction was reasonable. The pat on her head from her favorite demon earned a smile as she looked up at Gabrian. "So what was that about taking us lovely ghouls dancing, hmm?" The attempted innocent expression failed. It was obvious LW wanted to dance. With or without someone dancing with her. Dancing was almost as bad as the full moon was to her werewolf nature.

The she-wolf made a sound in her throught that was exasperated. "Nice. Sure. Maybe a little entertaining." She lightly swated at the nix's arm. "How do you plan on keep two ghouls happy on the dance floor?" LW smirked at him before her attention was snagged by two boils. The first was the return of Ren, whom she giggled at as he continued right back up with the usual boil behavior. The second sent that jackdamned blush right to her cheeks again.

"Th-Thank you!" LW almost squeaked at Sparrow. But managed to keep it within normal tone levels. Maybe slightly higher. "You look quite handsome yourself." Her smile was warm and she let her gaze take in the soft blues of his attire again. "The blue really suits you." The she-wolf tugged lightly at the coat the reaper wore for emphasis on which blue. Then her manners seemed to return as she realized Sparrow might not know any of the three she was with. "Oh! I don't think you've met these three yet." LW turned enough to indicat each of her best friends. "Guys, meet Sparrow. He's fairly new here. Sparrow? Meet my three best friends. This is Gabrian, Alessa, and Ren."

So, apparently they were late. West wouldn't really have noticed, being mostly concentrated on appearing less antsy than he was, but it became impossible to ignore the closer they got to the auditorium. First, there were the thoroughly frickin' awesome smells. The demon had been worried that the place would be bursting with flowery cakes and skewers full of those toothy carrots, but some of the odors wafting around out here were suitably unprissy. Then came the music. West was the farthest thing from a dancer, but he had learned such things were expected while attending these gatherings. Peh.

He glanced down at Holly, his eyes drawn to her wrist and the funny looking plant he had tied there when he had picked her up. Supposedly it was called holly too, but all West knew for sure was that it had cost an arm and a leg. Still, it seemed suitable. It was prickly just like her. He didn't offer to take her hand or even touch her at all as they made their way inside, but that was probably for the best. The thought made him feel even more jittery, and to be honest, if he jittered any more he was sure his skin would shake off of his bones and slop onto the floor in a gloppy heap.

They made their way inside, past all of the snazzy decorations just through the door and on into the main room. Already things seemed very different from the fiasco West considered the Scarentine's dance. There were more vaguely nauseating flashing lights than he recalled, and the music was at least a hundred and ninety times louder. He scanned the crowd, looking for students he knew, and was quite surprised to see that there were quite a few. Just the same, there were many he had never met before, although several of those seemed slightly familiar from that open house... thing.

He did touch Holly then, reaching out to tap her on the arm. "What y'wanna do?" he asked. Despite the fact that he was kind of shell-shocked, West was up for anything, except perhaps dancing, at least for the moment.

She scoffed a bit when Mot patted her back, just not expecting the touch. She was about to go in for another bite of the sausage. Yep! Tastes like one fine piece 'a meat ta me! She smiled up at Mot, then directing her attention to Lizzy who sat beside her.

She chuckled at the ghoul. Sharing her food wasn't a problem. The doll-like ghoul likely wasn't going to steal all her meat, so it was perfectly fine for her to try things. Like she would to a youngin tatzel, Levi forked up another one of the same sausages and handed the utensil over to Lizzy to try. These 'er really good! Try it?

"Same. I can char stuff and make a thing here and there but nothing quite like this," Jericho agreed before letting out a chuckle, "Though in my case, I don't need a fire pit. I just have one built in sorta."

Grinning, he continued to take a few more bites out of his food. Seeing some people approaching out of the corner of his eyes, he glanced up to see that Lizzy and Mot had returned from their little dance. He waved to them and sat up straight.

"Hey guys. Done dancing for now?" he asked before raising a brow as Lizzy asked to share with Levi to sample the food. He didn't think much of it until he saw her take a rather slow bite onto one of the larger sausages.

"..."

For a moment or so he just found himself staring, paused with his own eating until she had swallowed. Coughing, he shook his head to himself before staring at Lizzy as she asked about his sausages. That was kind of hot.

"Uh what?" he asked while blinking, a little distracted right now, "I mean. Uh. No. I have some different things."

Christof jumped in alarm as he heard Shehk's voice calling out to him over the music, turning to immediately hobble towards her with a look of embarrassment, removing his hat politely, "Ah! I'm er... thorry I ah... had to um. Run. I might need to do other thingth ath well if Mithtreth callth but ah... I thould be okay for a little while."

He cleared his throat as he met with her, eyes lowering from her face only to lock on the low V-cut of her dress and the exposed stitches, which he then lowered his eyes more, only to be locked on the curves of her dress IT WAS NOT HELPING.

"Um." His voice cracked pubescently. "You er... Look lowely- Lowwwvely" He tried again, forcing his stiff pickled tongue to at least TRY to get the V sound, "I don't think I had a chanthe to tell you. Um."

Looking up as he heard the SkreeJ do a shout out, Jericho grinned at Lizzy. Well that was nice of her. Though, his eyes soon widened at her question and he couldn't help but pause and stare for the moment.

"Y-yes please," he stammered out, "go ahead."

Was he grinning a little bit like a fool right now? A bit yes.

"Uh... go ahead and take whichever one you want. Th-that one is pretty good though," Jericho said while pointing at one of the bigger sausages on his plate.

He flushed, although it was difficult to see in the dim light, ramming his hat back on his head, "P-putting in the tongue wath ah... Mathter Barth'th idea. I'm um. A b-bit worried about that but um. Did... er... you want to danthe? I'm not terribly good but um. " He glanced out at the other couples milling about the floor, hands moving to fidget with his tie before his eyes lit up with realization, "I never gawe you your prethent!" Immediately, he groped about his jacket pocket.

At the announcement made for the new (slow) song, Levi "baww"ed. Well ain't ya just tha sweetest thing, screecheart! She nudged Lizzy with a shoulder in a neutral but grateful manner. She'd bee eating, so she didn't want to mess up any fabric by flinging any meats into any laps...

Levi was finishing off the rest of her sausage while Lizzy went on trying Jericho's sausage. Jericho's grin made her grin at him in polite suggestion.

About to take a bite from her delicious tartar again, she stared at Mot. Ya'll rite thar, Mot? Naturally the tatzel was completely oblivious to anything other than her enjoying some good quality meat.