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Riyo blinked as Hel started shouting, nervously looking between them. She... Didn't really know what it was. Besides a dress, of course. "What is-" The ghoul began to pipe up until Titus and his burn answered her question.

"Oh, a wedding dress." She cringed, realizing she'd just given her ignorance away. Oh well. How the ******** was she supposed to know? The only married people she knew had been married and divorced long before she could recall details like that. "I guess that's a pretty good costume." The feline didn't realize it was anything more than that, she just figured her reaper friend was well-prepared for costume parties. "It looks good on you." Not that she needed to know.

Thank her? "Yeah, uh, just..." She lightly slapped her cheek a few times, feeling ridiculous--but mostly ridiculously pleased. "Okay."

Piper slipped her arm about his offered one, leaned in, and kissed his cheek on impulse. "C'mon, we got a lotta dancin' to--"

And then she heard Hel. Raising hell.

The ghoul froze, then whipped her head to look at her mentor, accidentally tossing her locks into Brenley's face as she stared. "Whuh," she sputtered, blinking several times before adding a very defiant, "N-No. Ghoul, is that a wedding dress? What the hell?"

Jory was flushed as he reached for the a vial, for the various liquids he could mix together to make a drink. They all smelled differently, some good, some not so much. He took his time giving them all a curious sniff before settling on any of them.

He started with a pretty looking liquid that looked like melted candy. It was thick, but smelled amazing. Sweet and sugary, perhaps even a little too much so. Too much of a good thing, it needed to be mixed with something else, least it cause a stomach ache.

A few innocuous ingredients were added. Something dark red first, then another sweet smelling liquid that was a pale orange. It smelled like pumpkin.

The last was a thicker substance that gave off a truly calming aroma, and he drew in a deep breath of it, leaning into Zaire's side. "Cheers" It was accompanied by a clearing of throat.

He was waiting for Zaire to comment on what he'd felt, but when no questions came he gave a little sigh of relief and brought the vial to his lips, drinking it down.

It was actually pretty good, and it had succeeded in washing away the taste of metal on his tongue, but all at once he was hit with a wave of tiredness that was uncharacteristic for the boil. He blinked, smaller frame leaning into the mahamba after dropping the vial on the table.

Jory was always cuddly, but drowsiness always made it worst. Thin arms slipped up around the taller boil's shoulders, and he rubbed his cheek against the strong line of that tanned jaw.

Kiss on cheek. Hair in face. Hel. COURTING

Brenley stood very still, secretly hoping that he would just dissipate in a silent cloud of embarrassment. He couldn't speak, though whether that was because he didn't wish to or because he physically lacked the capability wasn't clear. Piper's denial of the very thing that was mortifying him hurt somehow too, but all it served to do right now was push his eyebrows up a little in the middle, which was one of their default positions anyway. It was probably for the best that he stopped all that smiling. He could hurt himself.

Had Hel forgotten them? When had his eyes closed? He opened them again and tried to move toward the door. Instead, he gently squeezed Piper's arm between his body and his elbow.

"We..."

There. He'd managed something. Something meaningless, but something. And, oh, look. It seemed that tiny running ghoul was drowning him out. Good, good.

Damien had to deal with his world spinning out of control.

He could magic bacon. bacon. MAGIC BACON


Damien quipped up eagerly. "I like breaking things, part of being a monster." bouncing on the heels of his loafers. Damien gave the boil a stare and a nod when the tabby rejoined after he got his drank on. "Yes Deac is princess material. Princess Deac." he all but cooed, flopping dramatically on the boils shoulders and poking at the orange tufts of fur he called ears. he would have taken the chance to eat the biscuit right from the boils hand, if not for him reading his mind and eating it first, a plaintive whine was too far behind the action.

One was not enough for him.

"Deacon you must like hitting the bottle." he stated plaintively, it was almost a matter of fact. "But I'm all for being the designated Date/bro, cuz I'm pretty sure Brand had started his party early in his room, if you know what I mean." he continued, trying to tickled the pink haired boils side. He didn't care much for the other methods to Brands craft, wrinkling his nose as they were prattled off.

"Yeah let's not resort to those eh? and Deac, I'm pretty much open to anything, lead the way dates." he cried dramatically, holding out his hands in front to be dragged.

Her gaze wandered to the few meandering about aimlessly, arms shifting to let her hands rest comfortably on her hips. Pursing her lips slightly to express her mulling, the reaper exhaled a light sigh, "Yeah I suppose. But the real good ones know how fun they are." she mused. She wasn't about those awkward, unconfident boils. She liked them marching to the beat of their own drum! taking life by the horns!

"Have you found anyone to keep you some company then?" her questioned was aimed at Mia, who seemed to be suddenly distracted by another student who was doing... jack knows what.

Aisha actually smiled a bit. Deszeld had fallen into the dancing well and so far (besides the possessively bothersome comments) she was having an alright time.

She clutched Des' hand and made for the photo area. Only now, for the first time all night, did her eyes drag the crowd for Holly.

Deszeld did not fight Aisha when the ghoul directed her towards the photo booth - and, like Aisha, the green also let her gaze drift across the crowd as she sought Hollandaise out - though Des did not know the zombie ghoul was looking for the warder, and Des would never admit to doing it, herself.

But she was curious, and jealous, and bothered by the fact that Hollandaise had been won by someone who was not her.