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RFP.

Refrain From Punching.

That was the temporary mantra West began repeating in his head as Israfel made some sort of horrifyingly smug statement about taste and Belladonna had a minor fit over it. Actually, her reaction was pretty much the only thing he approved of with regard to the entire topic. Was the siren already drunk? West would have an infinitely easier time RFPing if Israfel was already drunk. Good, good. West was going to pretend Israfel was drunk.

His distraction tactic didn't have to work for long, as it happened, because an odd girl with half a face came barging in demanding that she be let into the game. Angry for some unknown reason? Check. Welp, that about summed up West's 'R U interesting 2 watch' checklist. He visibly calmed, stepping off to one side as Mei stormed through.

Now that he was freed from the witch's grasp and out of the way of the one-eyed girl he made his way over to one of the empty chairs and dropped into it, brushing his palms on his pants. He yanked a simple shiny silver ring out of his jacket pocket and threw it near the trinket Night had laid down.

((Aye: Yep, You can roll your next post if you like. Mei, Tybalt, Belladonna and Israfel are all that's left to roll.))

Night laughed at Belladonna's enthusiasm as she sat her self down and waited as everyone else took their seats, "Yep, It should be a fun game tonight, though watch out not to lose anything Miss". Trinkets were placed in the middle as a buy in for the hand and whoever won would be walking away with the first game win. He stared at the two cards he had faced up as he waited for the other's to begin their matches of skill and luck. Poker faces were running high. Well not really.

"Oi Mei-Xiu! I figured you be coming tonight." Night mimicked her greeting with a coy smile up at her as she sat herself at the table and demanded that she join in. He was so glad he hooked her on the groanspring site, she never turned down a threat to courage. "Here's your cards doll." He said flipping her two card after she laid a trinket in and smirked, Well his two closet friends had been roped in. He looked over at Tybalt and snickered, "Come on Dog, You have to play now too, can't keep our guest waiting." Night waved before looking to Israfel, Jericho and West, the latter of the two more confident in their skills which had him cocking his head. Did they not believe in bad luck? Even if it was the dealer himself??

"Jericho and West bets are set." Night tapped the table, "Anyone else playing this round?" His tail twitched as he eyed the crowd, "Hey West....If you lose...You have to pet my ears." Night pointed at the Wrath demon, "And then you'll see that you cannot refuse animals!"

West put on his most belittling smile and twittered out a few sarcastic laughs. "Ha, ha, ha... no. I'm sur'ya won't smell'n sniffat me er nothin' but tha'still doesn't meanum gonna pet'ya." Truly West only usually disliked actual pets, but it was fun to let Night think that he was anti-animal-form as well. Even if he had felt that way at some point, his time in Christmas Town would have changed all that. Having the ability to take another shape had proven to be useful in some cases, even when the student couldn't control their shift.

Subconsciously showcasing his distaste for 'dumb' animals, West crossed his arms and leaned away from Umbra, a more sour expression on his face than usual.

((FFF SO SORRY D:> FYI you guys can poke me like anytime/ OTL sorry))

Israfel was giddy. Just giddy. If he could have seen himself from afar he would have told himself he was annoying others and to stop if before they hater himforever. or worse. Sadly, Israfel couldn't see himself, so the whole 'bouncing in excitement' couldn't really be stopped. Nor could him pulling out the flask and setting onto the table. "Uh..." He smiled. "Just in case." Earwings flapped as blue eyes flicked to old train mates. Xmas wasn't that far in the past after all.
Still a single flower was placed at the table. It would be his starting bet. The booze was more for everyone. Picking the card up he gave a nervous fidget. "Um, am I doing it right?" He eyed the dool. It was cute. The girl..."Uh...." Head cocked to the side. "Are you Night's old ghoul friend or something?"

Waving off Tybalt's comment, she leaned casually back against her chair. "Because I don't have anything else on me at the moment, except for the clothing on my back---and I'm not giving up those either." Mei preferred to not part with anything at all if possible.. Especially to someone like Tybalt or Night. No.. If she had to part with something, it would by her choice.

Directing a blank stare towards the Siren, Mei couldn't help but cringe at the thought. "Definitely not! I'd sooner kiss a gnome then kiss him! But either would be disgusting.."

Jericho had only put in a single silver coin into the pile this round, feeling that his hand wasn't really all that great this time around. He ignored the banter of the others in general, though the doll-girl was amusing from what little he had picked up of her. She certainly seemed to be a feisty one.

Then the final card was revealed. The dragon took a moment to look everything over and found himself quickly irritated at how close he was to having a straight! If only Night's 6 had been an 8 instead. Letting out a huff, he tossed his cards down, not too happy with the round.

At least he had only put in a silver coin so he didn't lose all that much. He still had plenty of chances to regain and earn more before this night was over with.

Leaning back, he crossed his arms and waited to see what everyone else had here.

Somehow managing to roll his eyes at both Night and Umbra simultaneously, West turned his attention to his cards. Two of a kind? Peh. Better than nothing at all, he supposed, but still pretty crappy. He dropped them on the table in front of himself and leaned forward, resting his elbows to either side of his discarded cards. Resisting the urge to paw through the pile of random things at the center of the table, he instead looked around at the surrounding students, taking note of who blushed when and who had obvious anger issues. An outsider might have thought he was trying to get to know his peers, which he was in a way, but not in a particularly friendly one.

When the witch turned over her cards, West smirked at her. "Partial straight's greeeeeaaat. 'N you can take myturn pettin' Night. 'M not doin'it, man."

She gave Tybalt a look of what he said, only I'd kill you a second time as he snickered at the two. No doubt the dog boil was having the time of his life at this time. She would have to get him back later, for sure.

Her blank stare continued as the Siren continued to question the relationship between the two. "No, but I'm allergic to idiots. And that can't be washed away with shampoo. The only good thing I can say about Night, is that his tail would be good for cleaning toilets." Spinning around, Mei shot glare towards the damn cat, aiming a kick directly into his shin from underneath the table after his comment. "I wouldn't want to date mangy cat like you, especially since you probably have fleas despite being a ghost." Flipping him off, she slumped back into her chair, and smirked as he mentioned the whole fish bone incidents.

Upon hearing of Belladonna's sudden interest in her dolls, Mei sat forward, almost with a look of surprise. For a first time, someone was actually wanting one of her dolls!? "E-ehhhhh? You actually want one?" She asked with disbelief. Most people would sooner shudder than even glance at the damn things! But this ghoul.. "If you really want one, you can swing by my dorm later. I have more hanging about the room." As true as this was, Mei had a hoard of these FEAR stuffed dolls---the question was, when didn't she have one?

Watching as the students began to reveal their hands, Mei flipped her cards over as well. She had clearly lost the game, and her doll as she eyed the victor. Pursing her lips, she questioned if she would be able to take the wrath demon on, in order to win back her doll. ...Nope. It was a lost cause! If she even dared to pick a fight with that guy, she would probably end up as minced meat. He could keep this doll.. This time..