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Riley had yet to find somewhere to clean her hand, but her dress was starting to look like an option. She chastised herself for not thinking ahead to bring handi-wipes in case someone made a mess (who would have thought it would be her?) when she caught sight of a very distraught Calder looking for something, and muttering to himself. Seeing as she was in the most bubbly of moods she had ever been in, she took it upon herself to stop the boil with a hand on his arm, and pull him towards her.

Calder. You look unwell. What is wrong? If there was a problem at the event, it was her responsibility to fix things - but more importantly, she was feeling the effects of the night in full force, and it made her start to care about the boil who'd been trying to help her fix her friendship with Christof. The past was put aside for a more pressing matter - fixing the present.

Calder was on a mission, moving from table to group, and walking around floral decorations and colorful banners. 'notjustaponycauseyouwouldntdateJUSTaponycauseBarthdoesntseemeasaponynotatall." He brought his fingertips to his lips as he looked about, lost in more ways than one.'Iknowhimbetter." He continued trotting past groups, eyes looking for anything that could be used as a chair. He had half a mind to toss everything off a table and drag it over as a seat when he felt a arm yank him.

Spinning about, he looked up at Riley, and for once he was happy to see her. "I'm fine. Just fine. I'm looking for a chair. You have a chair. I NEED a chair. You see if I find one then everything will be just fine and then he'll forget about the whole walking thing and I'll prove I know him better than her cause if he needs me then I should show I'm needed and what we need is a chair." He looked around for a chair, and then back at Riley. "Can't have him sitting you see with her ..." At the thought of her, he glanced around quickly before he spotted the pair again, and then his heart stopped.

His eyes quickly looked away and back at Riley, face paling and body rigid. "..........just....need....chair." The gears in his mind were breaking to a halt. The single thought of 'chair' was all he could manage now. There was a tight pain in his chest. It was getting harder to breathe.

She was dazed, but the touch on her shoulder did snap her out of it. Blinking, her first automatic response was, "Mac...?" Before realizing that she was staring at a very not-Mac boil.

Immediately, her face flushed red, "Oh, sorry! Ahhhh, uh! Uh... HI!" She grinned, although it looked a little sheepish; the boil was not a familiar face, but there were lots of unfamiliar faces about, "I've not seen you around before! I'm Lizzy, by the way!"

Jericho did not trust the wolfos, especially with the way he left like that. Narrowing his eyes, he watched as the other boy left, then glanced back to Shehk. He still didn't know what the deal was. All he did was give her some blood. Yes, he still didn't get how intimate that appeared to be.

"Yes. Might as well get something into our own stomach," he agreed before beginning to walk towards the refreshments.

His pupils shook as he looked at her. Why didn't he hit her? Because if she was just a ghoul stepping up and trying to take him, he would have. The difference? Barth was allowing her to be there. Barth wanted her there. Barth wasn't shoving her away. He sent her flowers. He bought her things. He thought about her even when Barth had him. Ever since she showed up, Lilith started to stake her claim, and while it was usual for his kind to fight for their claims, this wasn't his clan. Then there was the feeling of doing Barth wrong for suggesting a walk, and all he wanted to do was redeem himself. He wanted him to go back to looking at him the way that he had before, as if he was the only one, instead of looking at her and proving that he had eyes for someone else. He didn't hit her, because in a weird way, he didn't want Barth to hate him - even if the boil probably didn't even l-

And since he couldn't turn that anger and frustration on Lilith, he glared up at Riley. "I don't need you to sock her. I just need you to find me a chair!" And yet, he saw it. His mind was pushing the image back, but he saw in the dark, red haze of the ballroom. Them. Alone. Together. He made his mistake to leave them alone, or maybe it wasn't a mistake. Maybe what Lilith said was all true.

It was so hard to breathe here. Calder started to pull away from Riley's grip. His heart had been fluttering all week, but now, it felt as if it was racing too fast and that it was going to explode. What could he do now? I'm not good enough. He doesn't need me. He never needed me. He didn't want me. He wanted her all along.

And then all that fast breathing stopped, and he stopped tugging away. He stood still, and calmed, and his eyes went dark. "Excuse me, Riley. I have to be going now."

This kiss was Lilith. This was what made him so weak, not the blushing won't yous but the vicious you wills. She was a predator, and deep down, her heart was black. It was not a gentle or private kiss.

Lilith.

He felt himself wrapping around her, and she as always knew him. He didn't turn her away. He was kissing her, and resting against her, and his claws found her waist. He would tell her, really, he just needed a moment...

He turned his head, confused? "Mac? Who is 'Mac'?" She righter herself quickly enough, and King was glad to see she was alright. Taking a step back he bowed. "It is nice to meet you Lizzy. I am Frost in the Storm, or as it seems popular here to, King. I saw you a bit dazzed and-" He nodded. "It is not often a ghoul stands about in a daze. Are you alright?" He hoped she was, a fainting ghoul was never a pleasure. "I just enrolled here, so I do not expect many to know who I am. But this Mac? Are they someone you were set to meet?"

"The name's Johnny Danger." Was he....was he duck facing? Oh, Jack, he was. It was a good thing the boil didn't have pupils, because he definitely wasn't looking at her face.

"So spookie, what d'ya say we find a little table and get...to know each other?" He arched an eyebrow. "I can teach you to fly into the Danger zone."

O, bby.