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Flicking back her hat from her face, Wirl looked up from a game of poker with Kent (Who was absolutely terrible at Poker, it would seem. The boy had no, er, Poker Face.)

"Ah kin' kick yer a** a'poker later, Greenie." Wirl said, tucking her tiny deck of cards back into her brassire, just to see Kent blush and look away. "We's bein' summoned."

Wirl moved until she could see whom was doin' all the squallin', then took off her hat and waved up at East.

"Lawdy, Miz East! Ya got a setta lungs on ya a coondog would envy!" She grinned, making her way up a stool and up to the bar. "Whateveah ya need help with, honey, ya got me fer it."

On the other side of the iBar, Stet looked up from the ear bud he was leaning against, his foot pausing in mid tap as he leaned over to bodily press the pause button on the iPod. It seemed the ever charming East was using her impressive set of...lungs to call forth those who were around. Well. Who was he to ignore a woman with such amazing lungs in need of help?

Putting a hand in his pocket, he strode across the iBar, leaving a path of orange in his wake, coming up to the gifted East and giving her his most charming smile. "Anything for my favorite dance partner," he chuckled, turning his cherry-red eyes to Sin with a nod - he hadn't met that one - and then to Wirl and Kent. "Besides," he grinned at his green friend, "can't let Hero have all the fun."

Levi Redd looked up from where he was tuning his violin. It had been a quiet night, and Redd hated quiet nights, so a grin spread across his face as he bounded up to meet their charming hostess's troubles. "What seems to be the situation?" he drawled, offering her a cheeky salute. "Never let it be said that a Redd didn't do their duty as a gentleman."

Redd continually insisted that he was from an old and highly aristocratic family. The fact that almost everyone knew he was actually from an alcoholic beverage did not deter him one whit. The fact that Redd was not an actual last name did not deter him one whit. Redd was the kind of man who figured that as long as you had decided to lie about something, you might as while do it outrageously, all evidence aside. It was what kept him going when there was nothing else to do.

After she took a breath she smiled with overwhelmed glee - it was so nice to see them all together so fast! Plus, the array of colours made them look like they came right out of Power Rangers: 2 Feet Tall and Trippy. "You guys," she said, a joy swelling in her chest, "thank you for answering the call!" The grin stayed as she swiftly reached to pull her brother back by his ponytail. "our problem is, Maxwell just ran off and we need to get a crate of champagne from the shopping district that's a little far. I don't think Sin and I can do this alone, but I'm sure together all of us can do it!

So - any suggestions?"

Poor Kent had been a bit reassured by the appearance of his friend Stet, only to blush again at the slight teasing of Vino. He rubbed the back of his head and grinned.

"Awww, shucks, Miss Vino, you know we'll all be fine." He said, chewing on his lower lip. He gave a nod and a wave to Levi Redd, whom he wasn't sure if he'd seen before, but it was always good to be polite!

"Gosh, that sounds dangerous! Even if we get there, we might have trouble bringing a case back! What're we gonna do, unpack it and carry it back one by one?"

Vino subtly shifted and glanced curiously over to the red C*cktail joining them. Hmm, someone she had not met before, it seemed. Redd, was it? While all of the C*cktails, the men especially, seemed to be humble in one way or another, there was something rather. . .devilish, about that one. 'This could be fun,' Vino thought as she grinned at her own thoughts, a spark of mischief lighting her eyes. Having never met Sin before either, she sized him up as she had with Redd. So many friends, yet so many new toys--er, C*cktails--to play with.

"Well, the standard weight of a champagne bottle is," Vino paused to tick off numbers on her fingers while she surprisingly came up with an answer, "Roughly 3 1/2 pounds, or 1.6 kilograms. But like Stet love said, we don't know how many there are. Do you know how much champagne there is, East dear?" Running her fingers back through her hair as she balanced on her heels, she stretched while shaking her head. "Well, I guess we should focus on the first problem. Gettin there without getting squished and scuffed, as Wirly girly would put it."

Pursing her lips thoughtfully, Vino glanced around the group as she made a, perhaps foolish, suggestion, "I suppose if we all partnered up and one rode on the shoulders of the other, we'd be three to four feet tall, enough to be noticable. It wouldn't exactly be the easiest way, but it beats getting stomped on."

Vino shrugged her shoulders as she took a seat on the edge of the counter. No other ideas were coming to mind. Of course she could of have suggested taking some hormone extract from some tropical plants she was taking care of, but she hadn't done any testing with it, and it'd be an issue if the experiment, well, didn't go exactly as planned.

Charlè's late arrival into the conversation was to be blamed on his immensely short stature and reasonable naivete of the building due to existing only a few days. He appeared over the edge of the bar, pedaling his feet to keep from falling, and gave a frustrated little huff.

"Perhaps if we--oh..." It really was rather hard to stay upright here. If only someone would help...!

"If we were to find a cart of some kind; small enough for us to push? Assuming the citizens wouldn't think it was one of the Animated..." He paused then and heaved himself upon the bar ungracefully, running a hand through messy off-white wisps of hair.

"Perhaps a banner or a flag raised on a wire? That, of course, would leave the question of how to get the boxes back."