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As he pulled his fist back to punch again, something stopped him. A voice he barely recognized, but one that caught his attention now like only a handful of others could when he was in a mood. He wanted whoever it was to shut up. He was going to make her shut up. West turned and swung, his arm losing momentum when he saw her light. Amarus. Was that her name? Most of him didn't care who she was, but a small part continued to fight, even though he had been caught off guard by her aura.

"Not... fair," he said, jaw clenching around the words. Happiness, euphoria, joy, glee, and a fair amount of dizziness washed over him, though that last was probably because he was stubbornly holding his breath. He stood mostly still, subtly shaking as he fought with himself, then he fell off of the table like a bag of koobos, smacking the back of his head hard against the ground as he landed in a motionless heap.

A little too much, then? Amarus knelt by West's side and thought who will tend to him? She had no phone, but she was fairly certain she had seen him with a ghoul the last time. They were hardly well aquainted, but she had certainly seen him around and known of him.

"If you can hear me still, I hope you have pleasant dreams," she said, quietly. Kneeling beside him, she shifted and tried to move him so that his head was braced on her lap. Not out of affection; she hardly knew him. Perhaps someone would come for him soon?..

It wouldn't do to leave him here, unconscious.

If Alexander noticed that he had made Yin blush, it didn't show in any of his actions, his hand sliding down to grasp the other boils, fingers intertwining. He liked the way that Yin was making an effort to please him, even by agreeing to do something that Alex was aware the other boil didn't like. "Just one dance, then," The mischievous grin softened as he gave Yin the more usual look of zombie who was smitten with the person he was gazing at.....and that person didn't even need to be holding a giant platter of brains to earn the look! Casting a glance over his shoulder towards Mort, he lifted up his free hand to give him a small wave.

"Maybe we'll run into each other again later? I would like a chance to catch up sometime, either way!" He grinned at his friend, and then allowed himself to be tugged towards the dance floor, where the music was booming at it's loudest, the floor vibrating with the sound. He indeed did move a bit faster than usual, though still likely slower than the weremantis would have preferred. Still, soon enough they were situated, Alexander pulled the other boil in closer.

"Thank you for humoring me. For always humoring me." He grinned.

And then, he began to dance.

Gods, but it felt good to have a reason to dress up again.

Freya had gone all out. This was not because she really thought she needed to, for a costume dance at her alma mater. In fact, she wore no costume at all - which was silly really, because Freya loved costumes. But she loved dressing to the nines more - and soon after Peder's birth, she'd been burdened with a lot of less than fancy responsibility soaking up all of her time.

So she came fully loaded, with a far too couture dress flowing with ruffles - straight off the Cursace runway, boots and all. It was even in the most horrifying, most frightening color of all. Pink.

She considered her accessories carefully when she was planning the outfit, and she was donned in at least two necklaces, a bracelet jingling off of each wrist, a purloined clutch with her name written on it in diamonds, and of course, her favorite accessory - the equally well-dressed tiny winged valkyrie babe in her arms.

And he hadn't spit up yet!

"I was unaware I had said anything funny," Yin pointed out, but there was just the faintest hint of a smile that suggested that this time he was purposefully misunderstanding the zomboil.

Then it was time for the dancing, and once again the usual slow and sometimes clumsy zomboil was replaced by a vigorous dancing fiend, only proving to Yin that if Alexander really wanted to he could probably actually muster the energy to clean his room. Yin danced (if you could call it that) with him, obviously self-conscious but eventually loosening up a little. Hopefully anyone looking their way would look at Alexander and stop. And at least he had enough control of himself to not flail out and hit Alexander with random limbs.

As if he could hear his name past the noise of the music, Peder let out a screech and bashed his head against his mother's bosom, skewing the little hat on his head until it covered his eyes. She fixed it immediately, and then bounced him into a better position in her arms. "He's ready teh cuts the floor with dancing I'm sure. Maybe he'll find a ghoulfriend here and they will gets married too-"

She stilled, and immediately looked around for Thackery. Because no.

Peder bent in and began to suckle on the expensive clothing his mother was wearing, to ensure she understood what a mistake she had made.

Despite Seiji's attempts to guide his distracted fiancee, Junko still found herself bumping into someone. Someone winged. Blonde. And carrying a scareli--oh Jack! She gasped and stumbled back, eyes wide. "Freya! Kettil! Hi!" I totally didn't just walk into you nope not at all no way.

And then she remembered the scareling in Freya's arms. Junko, already in an excitable mood, squealed and raised her left hand up to cover her mouth as if doing so would muffle her joy and keep from disturbing everything and everyone around them, tiny scareling especially. "OhmyJackhe'ssocuuuuuuuuuuute!"