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The previous assessment that this was an actual sex party went in a very weird direction when everything began to get extraordinarily personal. There was a very good reason why Mimsy stayed far away from social sciences - the variables were never static, and even if you knew the molecular makeup of a human being, it was nearly impossible to understand them in the same way one might understand how black holes sustained themselves.

Still, as inept at social interaction as she was, she had learned a great deal just by existing and observing for as long as she had. Generally, there were specific sorts of buttons that nobody wanted to be pushed, regardless of the situation. Pressing them meant that the affected person would typically become completely useless to you in all future endeavors. Or would refuse to be your friend, but she didn't care so much about that part.

But someone was looking at the buttons and smashing them all.

As cloudy as her head felt, she couldn't help being amused. This was an entertaining trainwreck.

Melvin glanced at Rin and then at Rep. "Care to tell her the truth again, Rep, or should I? She is precious to you after all." He said.

Rep got up shakily to go get some vodka this time, filling his glass.

He took a sip before he even deigned the Life hunter worthy of an answer. "Sh.. You sh'go ******** yourself Melvin."

Jordan's eyes narrowed. Melvin was being too specific for him to get vague or evasive about these answers. "No, I'm not perfectly comfortable with those threats, nor do I like that he's injured people. It bothers me, and we've talked about it more than once. I don't believe he would knowingly and deliberately kill another hunter, though I believe he thinks about it."

He gave Melvin an even look. "It does hurt, and I do care, and I would have preferred to talk about it with him in private later."

A careful breath. He couldn't refuse to answer, but he could delay it a moment more. Not that that helped much. "You're an a*****e, Melvin, and I don't know what you stand to gain from forcing me to say this. I think I'll ask you when it's your turn." He swallowed. "I think that Rep is self-centered and doesn't think ahead half as much as he should and that Harrison's ambitions are aiming low, that Robert's an idiot and that Jerry would rather blame everything except himself for his own problems. That Ennea's just a kid. That - " he had to take another careful breath, " - Andy kept me from doing the things I wanted to do. Not that he'll hear me say that, thank God."

He tugged at the ring, gritting his teeth. "Would somebody mind getting me the soap? I feel I've answered enough questions designed to make me look bad and hurt people I care about."

Gnat glared at Tuck until a hand at her waist distracted her.

Hm.

Ignoring everyone else, she turned to Jerry, batting her eyelashes.

"Would you let me mount up any which way I wanted?" she purred, pouting her lips, for extra effect.

Mentally, she hoped she killed every boner Tuck would have for the rest of the century.

Boner status: in the negatives.

"Jesus, Gnat, get a room."

That was not quite the answer Natasha had been expecting - although she wasn't entire sure what she'd been expecting. Jerry would have to endure a few seconds of stiffened surprise before she decided to just go with it.

Whisky breath. Well, alcohol killed germs, right?

As an A-for-effort attempt, she decided to go full-floozy. She had come this far, and it was a bit late to chicken out. Besides, low hanging fruit and all that. Tuck was NOT going to be the first of the two of them on this island to score, well, something.

She judiciously applied tongue.

Candace, still waiting for the ring to be given to her, just stared at Jerry and Tuck's sister.

...

Well then.