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"Ah! Oh... my..." Amaya watched the squirrel woman clog the human islander over the head. Yellow eyes then looked back up at Antony, then down again. "Are you alright?" She kneeled down to the guy she didn't know.

"-Now- you can call me crazy," Antony said happily, obviously satisfied with her handiwork. Tossing the bottle into the trash, she rubbed her hands together and let her tails sway behind her, relaxing once more.

Watching Amaya for a moment, she sighed and shook her head. "I hate to say it but he told me..." Trailing off, she narrowed her eyes at him before leaning down to whisper it in Amaya's 'ear'. "He told me we, me in particular, would look better as a fur coat on Paris Hilton because we are nothing more than animals."

Standing up straighter, she gave the normal a rather nasty glare before kicking him sharply in the knee. "I can't wait to see what animal you get you little snot."

Jamal quietly joined the group of people, though stayed on the outskirts in case he had to move out of the way fast, and listened, ice blue eyes locked on the unchanged islander lying on the floor. He chuckled some.

"Bet ya don't piss 'er off again," he said mirthfully before popping another cube of flesh into his mouth.

"Only reptiles like you and Thom would be s**t like purses and boots," she growled in offense, red eyes narrowing further if possible. Her hands formed fists for a moment, and it looked as if she was going to add to his pain for a moment.

However, luck was on his side, and the squirrel woman simply spit on him instead before turning and putting some healthy distance between the two of them.

Jamal shook his head some as he finished off his snack and inhaled sharply as the scent of blood grew stronger now that he was closer to the injured. He couldn't help give a soft growl; the tiger would die to have something freshly killed as opposed to cubed beef on a table.

"Dat's ma girl," he muttered instead, watching Antony stalk off in a flurry of white tails, and considered just how charmed a life he'd lead if he decided to go over to her while she appeared to be in one of her 'moods'. Just how badly did he want to get in a fight today?

Apparently this new kid wasn't very smart, because he started running his mouth as soon as he was able to regain his senses. Christ.

The tiger settled his gaze on Amaya briefly, a flicker of recognition visible until his gaze averted again to see who else was around.

Nita had gone back to her duplex to use the bathroom. Upon making it back to the party tent, she was greeted by a rather unpleasant tableau: A handful of angry-looking islanders... and Miller, holding bloody napkins to the side of his head. Judging by the pissed-off squirrel-woman stalking away from him, it didn't take too much conjecture to figure out what had happened.

"Oh for ******** sake," she muttered, striding over to the group. Standing with her hands on her hips, Nita stared down at Miller. "Are you offending people again? Jesus." She shook her head and held out a hand to haul Miller to his feet. "Up!" she ordered.

"She ain't jokin'," Jamal muttered to the fallen kid before drifting back towards the meat table, deciding maybe he'd wait a few to see if Antony was going to cool down or not. Apparently no one DID recognize him. He was certainly a master of disguise.

He went back to snagging meat chunks from the plate, easily wiping out a good portion of it as time progressed. The front of his sheet was now more red than white on the top half from his messy eating.