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Noah's compliment would result in a small hand catching the front of his shirt and drawing him down for a kiss. Then she was grinning up at him, looking over his outfit. "You're kind of adorable, you know that?" Up on tiptoes, she kissed his chin. "Handsome."

A glance around, and she'd spot Taym and America, though they seemed momentarily distracted with one another. She also spotted Tracey--at least she thought it was Tracey--moving around the bar with a tray of colorful shots. Pale eyes lingering on the glasses, before flicking back up to Noah. "Do you want a drink?" The novelty has not yet worn off, and like Noah, she felt that vague guilt, but it was over powered by reckless eagerness.

Dawson refused to go by himself to the bar, and his partner had been all about trying out the golems they kept hearing about as they worked. Halloween was, if nothing, Very Appropriate to try it out.

So eventually the pair walked in: first, a horned and fiery-maned lioness in a chiton with gold clasps, small plastic bats dangling off her horns for holiday decoration; second, a rotund and hairy Shaggy whose cap had the Mystery Inc. logo and who looked apprehensive about entering even with the Partner Of His Mind. Syntyche's gold eyes glittered as she took in the scenery, taking Dawson by the hand and leading him into the bar, snake tail lazily lifting to brush his back. They might have been mother and son rather than weapon and hunter.

"Am I allowed to partake?" she asked him as she eyed the bottles behind the counter.

"Uhhhh...Don' think so..." He really didn't want to do anything that might mess up the skin she was wearing; fines weren't something he could afford right now.

"Then shall we go amongst the commonfolk?"

"Nnnnn..." He shifted uneasily, wondering if maybe this had been such a good idea after all.

"I wouldn't," B0nez chirped in. His face was screwed up, like he was trying to hold something in. "because, let's face it. You're kind of a biiiiiiiiitch, hey-OHHH. HEHEHeheehehe." He nearly collapsed, killing himself at Tracey's costume.

"H-hey," he said, barely breathing from the floor, "hey. Do you need like- like- pfffft, a Bone, because." he pointed to himself, still laughing.

The ghost had on a security guard uniform, complete with a walkie-talkie, although it was doubtful it was connected to anybody else. Harrison was working behind the bar, completely shirtless (although he did have a meshed orange vest), with a construction hat, worn jeans, boots, and a tool belt. He poured up another green bubbly drink he was calling Witch's Brew.

The costume had not taken a huge stretch of the imagination, but Harrison's imagination stat points had gotten allocated somewhere else. If B0nez had been in charge, they would have been put in +DEF.

Leaning against the wall, Zeke waited with hands in his pockets until Ever emerged, black on black, and looking somehow taller than normal. It got a raised brow as he straightened up, and he might have muttered something along the lines of tall dark and handsome as an arm looped around his shoulder and started him towards the door. Maybe.

Pressed up Against the Life's side, it was just natural to curl an arm around his side, hand resting on his hip.

"That's the deal." He smirked, glancing from Ever to the bar, before the woman in question actually passed them. "Speak of the devil. Shall we?" He made an exaggerated motion with his hand towards the petite brunette's departing backside.

"A throne perhaps." Tracey said snootily. "Even human royalty is below me. I would be a statue, an onyx sculpture of terrible beauty." But there was a slight softening of his features at the flattery. He did not seem phased in the least that Ferros spoke via proxy of Jordan, it seemed wholly natural to the fallen angel.

He was about to say more when B0nez threw his unwanted opinion into the ring. The fallen angel whirled (and with such grace he did not spill a single shot) to glare at the ghost. "No one asked you you weedy little voyeur " he said snapping his fingers and pointing. "You are the worst cretin on this planet and I hate you."

And in another change of heart he made his way over to leave a shot next to Peyton with a sweet smile, his fury at B0nez seemingly forgotten for the moment. There was an extra added for her squeeze "Saw you eyeing them. Do enjoy."

The angel then made his way over to B0nez proper and holding up his free hand and started to walk patiently towards him with clear intention to touch him on the face. "Time to use my repelling powers. If you back away you are a loser."

Rep was impressed at the variety of outfits on display already and was feeling surprisingly satisfied and content. Music for one thing was important, and so was booze, which he'd managed to help himself to a little beforehand for a buzz.

"Looking good." he said to Cee, giving her a fleeting nod.

Dawson also got a grin, he'd seen fit to bring his partner along too, it earned him a thumbs up. "C'mon in man. Make yourself comfortable."

Zeke might have hung back for just a few seconds to watch Ever chase after Cee, then he was following after at a leisurely pace.

There was already a crowd inside, but it was easy to spot the blonde and the dainty brunette off to one side, a large rolling case with them. Cee had apparently meant it when she said she'd be painting faces. He'd sort of expected something a little less, well, professional looking. It made hims smile.

Instead of heading directly over, he went to the bar, flashing a grin at the man behind the counter. He was pretty sure he recognized him from Twitter, but couldn't quite recall a name. "Hey. I need a beer for miss Cee down at the end, and..." He paused, glanced towards Ever, then back. "And a screw driver."

The mesh vest was given an amused look. "Nice costume." It sounded mild, good-humored.