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"It's the best holiday," Nash conceded, because this was perfectly true. "I'm glad I got to help organize s**t, although I haven't tried any of the drinks yet, I was waiting to see what everyone else wants to order first."

He gave the fish - and its owner - a faintly amused smile before glancing back at Melody.

"Melvin's new toy," Nash drawled. He reached up a hand and brushed a feather from Melody's costume before his arm dropped again. "Nice costume. What are you, exactly? You look like a bird, I think, or some sort of dancer, but I dunno what from."

Green eyes slid towards Melvin. Nash lifted a hand and idly looped a finger in the belt at Melvin's waist, tugging slightly as he surveyed the costume. He hadn't really talked to Melvin since their little excursion to the zoo - and the planning had mostly been a chaotic affair of ideas and actually doing work.

"I'm Maleficent," he said, with a sly grin as his hand dropped from Melvin's waist to readjust his own cape. "The evil queen from Sleeping Beauty."

He was very much not trying to look at Lawrence, except he did, the raised glass in his direction making Nash's irritation flare. He didn't recognize the man next to him, Nash tilting his head slightly towards Melvin.

"That the infamous hubby?"

Lysander and Fred arrived with Roswell. Fred was dressed in an impressive upcycled March hare costume made out of pink curtains he'd salvaged and re stitched up. He'd even made a set of ears to go with it and was proud of himself, his hair matching the pink outfit and with a fancy pink cravat to go with the suit he'd designed.

"Happy Halloween." he said brightly.

Lysander was less impressively dressed. He'd decided to go with an old Halloween favourite, dressed as a sheet ghost with two eye holes cut out for seeing and with the whole thing not touching the ground at all.

He stopped dead when he saw the food. "Oh my god." he said under his breath and very quickly scooted off in the direction of the fried chicken.

Melvin smiled as he was tugged closer, moving his hands to set upon Nash' waist as he grinned. Without any preparations to attend to at the moment and more or less waiting for more people to wreck the place, there was some time to actually enjoy the holiday and take in all the sights. "The evil Queen, and a right mean dragon you are in there." He moved in to kiss him, whispering into his ear. "If you wanna send me to bed, I'd happily obey your command, your Highness."

Upon release, Melvin glanced back up at Babel. "Magic." He said, as it was far easier to explain that it was Atlantian technology and he didn't have a answer.

In a commotion the Michael's household flooded into the bar, Melvin's focus traveling on Mik a moment with a quirk of a smile, stretched more as Babel translated exactly what Lawr and Mik were arguing about, before his attention went cold and sharp on Rodney. Nash' question had Melvin leaning closer to him. "Yup. Rodney. The little termite." He glanced at Lawr. "Lawr will put on as fake of a innocent routine as the angel costume he is wearing around him, so he probably will behave enough tonight." He put on a clearly fake smile and waved at Lawr and Rodney before he dropped it quickly. "Guess I'll have to be sweet......enough." He glanced at Nash in a way that said it might require some drinking.

He looked over at Nash. "Luckily I have a devious little distraction to look at all night." Not that Nash was free to wander.

"Fear shield," he pointed out, "and me, you won't break your neck if you drink more than one."

Rhys gave her a grin before turning his attention to the spread, nodding his approval. Food would definitely keep his spirits high for the night, especially if he was free to go for more than just one or two servings. He planned on going quite a number of times, actually, if they were gonna be here for more than an hour or two, so he carefully looked the table over. "Looks good, so that's a plus for me," he agreed, then beginning to move toward the drinks. He was about to comment when someone's arm slung over his shoulders, sending an unpleasant chill down his spine. The voice, though, he recognized and he blinked.

"Dude," he said, looking over and noting he had an arm over Seren, too. It was hard to tell him to shove off just from that, but he held his tongue. October was, to him, a decent, if lazy, guy. "Food first. Candy'll mess up the appetite, would be a waste."

"Mmmm I mean, ok. Still, it would hurt if I stumbled, even if you caught me. I am so not used to high heels yet." She tucked her arm into his, though, for support and also for the comfort of herself. She considered the various spreads, and the potential drinks, too. "I think I will eat something first. Have food in me to tamper any effects from the alcohol, yeah? I think it's a better choice, babe." She paused, and added "I think we should go for the real food, too, first. Snacks can be had later if we are still hungry."

She was about to move towards the food when an arm was suddenly on her shoulder, coming from behind. She jumped, eyes going huge, and eeked, entirely tense for a minute... Then recognized October, even if she did not know him well. "Oh, hey October. How are you tonight?" She gave him a friendly enough grin, trying to hide that she had actually been truly scared by the surprise. "What are you? Catwoman, but as a man?" She said, sounding interested. She clearly did not recognize who he was dressed as, but she added "Looks nice on you."

She glanced back at Rhys, and gave him a smile of support, encouraging him to chill. She was pretty damn sure October was just friendly and physical without any particular intent, given he was the guy who'd posted on twitter about cuddle times in his room... In a way that came across as PURELY cuddle.

The drink was certainly a proper one, and Rodney coughed a little at the vodka. There was overall an herby, green taste sweetened up by blackberry. He was worried, at first, that his lips might be stained, until the feeling of the drink settled in his gut and he felt a lot of him indescribably relax.

As if a thousand weights had suddenly lifted off of his shoulders.

With it came a well-trimmed and orange beard, which he gave an interested stroke but found he wasn't very bothered about that, either.

"Mr. Michaels," Rodney said definitively, taking a hold of Lawrence's side to usher him close, "What a divine choice of drink. But I admit, I feel on a night like this, when certain powers are at their peak, there must be more engaging ways to revel."

"Good, bad," Rodney purred, "what's the difference, really? And being bad," he said, bending Lawrence back to lean in and suck at his neck, "can be so, so good."

Rodney was normally painfully shy, but at the moment wasn't feeling shy at all.

He felt like love, he felt like living, he felt like feeling something else die in his hands.

"Oh, I believe you," Rodney said, giving Lawrence a sharp smile and raking his eyes over him. "The question is, how thoroughly do you believe in me?"

The orange cast wasn't flattering.

"Here," Rodney soothed, putting the black concoction to Lawrence's lips. "Have a bite."