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Amarus was covering her mouth with one hand, trying to mask the fact she was giggling quietly at West and his attitudes. She did not particularly mind whatever he said; it had no impact on her, and worse had been said.

When Amrita came into view, Amarus' expression went blank for a moment, and she bowed to try to hide the worst of it as the transition came over her. Memories of Amrita, memories of Moon: they overlapped so that she was not sure how to feel. The way that Amrita answered West gave Amarus enough fuel to unfreeze her expression, a quiet smile on her face.

"I could do far worse than to walk in your shadow, Amrita," Amarus said, touching her own hand to her own chest as if in some mild reverence for the upper classman whose position she now had the difficult task of surmounting. Piper's campaign, Amarus could not help but feel, had been right of previous years: ghouls got things done.

Amrita had certainly been a force to be reckoned with, both when she was of sound mind and when she was not.

Alexander caught the smile, no matter how subtle, and he had to laugh, though the sound was easily drowned out by the music that thrummed loudly through the air. He gave his head a small shake, white and black hair flopping in front of his eyes before he pushed it back, and he continued to dance, not judging the weremantis in the slightest for how he moved, just grateful as he always was that he would even agree to join him on the dance floor to begin with.

As usual, Alexander proved to be much more loose, flexible, and quick on his feet than how he behaved normally, able to shuffle, slide, groove and move his body to the beat of the music almost effortlessly.

It wasn't long before he was leaning in closer, not wishing to push his luck or make his fiance any more uncomfortable than he really needed to be...at least, for a lengthy period of time.

"Do you want to go and get a drink?" He had to pretty much shout to be heard.

To Titus, Hel's lips simply quirked up in a smirk. "Truly, Titus?" She scoffed at that come back. It was weak. "I can dress damn well how I please anytime I feel like!" But yes, maybe she was just...wanting to pretend for one night. Hel shot a grin to Riyo at the compliment, which made her chest puff out more...not that she needed to do that.

Helmut was then making her getaway with Xavier though, and since Hel was still occupied with Piper and Brenley, she did not, luckily, chase them. She did get one more hit in though since they were quickly fleeing the scene. "MAKE CERTAIN TO USE PROTECTION CHARMS!"

That then left Brenley and Piper.

"Ghoul--" Hel returned to the afro reaper. "You s-s-stuttered...so..." Her lips pulled up into a wicked smirk, and then she then looked at Brenley, who had, unsurprisingly, gone silent. "We--?" She prompted the reaper boil. "Come on, Bren!" She encouraged(?). "Canon Cat got your tongue?"

Hollandaise watched curiously as he ate. She didn't hate meat, although she rarely preferred it. They were creeple who even ate mini-pets. Even that didn't terribly bother her, but she hoped no one would eat her min-pets. A thought struck her - what if Aisha ate Twizzler?! Her eyes scanned the crowd for the undead ghoul. (And she didn't have to look hard, not really, she might have been keeping general tabs on the pair the entire night... maybe). She breathed out a rather creaky sigh of relief. Aisha didn't look like someone who had stuffed herself with a tiny bat. ...She hoped. But Mathias was saying something and she was being rude.

Her eyes narrowed; that was not the same thing at all! "If someone wished, they could 'tickle my leaves', though I'm not entirely sure what that entails, Mathias. Pulling my branches, though..." Her hand had dropped from hovering near his ears (which still looked far too soft for their own good) to stroke distractedly at her shoulder. It wasn't that she hated creeple touching her, it was that she didn't trust them. A pluncked off leaf felt like bring burned, a broken branch like a twisted ankle. She made a plaintive face at him. "If someone were to pluck off a leaf or break a branch, it would hurt, Mathias. I do not like being hurt."

She wriggled her toes again. The boil was studiously not looking at her. It was a little disconcerting. "But your ears do not hurt you, it looked liked you felt good - so it is alright?" Her eyes drifted to Deszeld and Aisha just in time to see them head off. The corners of her mouth tightened. Abruptly, she blinked, once more focusing on Mathias with a small smile. "Earlier, were you texting someone to meet up with? And is there something you wish to go do? Do you want to dance? Are you going to avoid looking at me the rest of the night - not that that is a bad thing if you so wish? Or go to the photobooth?" Her questions were rapid-fire and she canted her head to one side. But her eyes still followed the two ghouls. Hollandaise wouldn't admit it, but maybe, just maaaaybe, she really wanted to go follow Deszeld and Aisha. Just to, ah, make sure Aisha was playing nice, of course. Of course.

Nonono go after the screeching little ghoul, the chase was so much more fun than sticking around and watching them get more and more awkward.

She wanted to tell Hel off, but the only thing that came out of her mouth was a squeaked, "Don't tell them." She wasn't sure if Freya and Kettil were there, but with her luck at least one of them was.

"Hey, Bren, let's, um, go check out the drink stuff," she mumbled, tugging the boil's arm as she tried to make her own get away.

Xavier was now caught between a certain sense of despair at Helmut's stammering - and her letting go of his hand - his own inability to say words that actually meant anything other than uh and erm, and Hel's cackling laughter, as well as her totally unhelpful comments about marriage and scarelings and courting.

Needless to say, the situation had gotten a little bit out of hand.

(A lot out of hand.)

Helmut's small fingers closed around his again, and then mercifully Xavier found himself being dragged away from Hel and her terrifying wedding dress, stumbling through the throngs of people and making himself quite out of breath. He did not miss Hel's screech echoing after them.

"Helmut - Helmut wait - "

Xavier tugged on her hand, dragging his feet to try and make her stop. "Wait," he gasped out, "I think we're away from them now."

He grinned as the punch connected, rocking back on his heels a bit and crossing his arms. The pleasantries the ghouls exchanged between each other didn't involve hitting and therefore were a lot less fun, but they soon passed, leaving him no excuse not to answer Amrita's question.

"I'm f—"

West didn't look over to see who was touching him. Once the culprit started speaking, he didn't need to. And yes, he knew exactly what was coming. He thought about greeting her with a fist as well, but decided against it. He did have plenty of time to turn and narrow his eyes at her during her dramatic pause, though the grin never left his face as he did so. It was a remarkable feat.

"I'ma misssssssssssssssssss you in a..."

When he saw what she was wearing, he dropped his arms to his sides again, bending slightly to poke at the flouncier part of her dress.

"What in th' hell's this getup?"