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Nita smiled back at Amaya and rolled her eyes in Miller's direction. "What'd he say to her?" she asked, wrapping one hand around Miller's wrist. Forcibly hauling him towards the chairs set up along the edge of the tent. It was probably best to get him away from as many people as possible.

"Antony said that he said we'd all look better as fur coats and stuff." The girl felt like she was tattle-tailing. She followed Nita as she dragged the still human back over, taking note of her changes but not saying anything about it. It wasn't worth it to bring up the obvious.

Miller rolled his head first to look at Amya then back to Nita, "No... I didn't... called her crazy... she was getting pissy because... asked why so many tails... she got snappy... I snapped back... boom bottle..." slumped down in the chair a bit resting his head against the back of it closeing his eyes.

He peeked one eye open at Nita with a frown, "...Fine you win... I belive... you..." he muttered before leaning his head back again.

"Wouldn't put it past 'em," Nita muttered. Pursing her lips, she clicked her tongue against her teeth. "It looks like the bleeding's stopped," she said, pulling the napkins away from Miller's head. She moved away for a moment to throw them away, returning with a couple of ice cubes wrapped in a clean napkin. "Seriously, Miller, you're gonna need to watch yourself around here. Getting smacked with a bottle is bad enough; you're lucky she's not turning into something really fierce."

"I asked if... it was suaposed to happen, extra tails... she got pissed... thats all that matters... she's a psycho..." When Nita returned he took the ice cubes and napkin pressing it to his head again frowning. "Well she's certianlly not your normal garden squirrle..." he mumbled.

He looked at Nita again frowning, "Who's him... Sabin?" he frowned, was Sabin the one who did all of this?

Zach continued to try to steal Emer's attention away through whatever means his drunken thought process could invent. Any way to get Emerwyn's attention! So he hadn't been able to trip Rex... it was always something to consider for later in the night. The lion deserved it.

However, he couldn't stay out there in the open dance area forever. The alcohol had worked its way through his system and his bladder made its demands. It was back to the duplex for him, at least for the moment. He gave Rex an icy stare, saying nothing, then leaned toward Emerwyn to speak in a low, suspicious voice. The warning words were slurred together. "I have t'go... don't let'm bite you'rr anythin'... like that... he'sss kinna violent."

With that, he forced his way through the colorful crowd of milling, talking animal people, too dazed to put names to the faces that he made eye contact with. He slipped out of the tent into the warm early evening and stumbled away at a brisk pace.

Jamal stared. And stared. And start some more. He had no bright ideas on how to do this in a suave, non-attention grabbing manner, but the man wanted a ******** drink. He deserved that much.

Deciding he hadn't really garnered much attention anyway, he'd be fine to let his guard down a little. He slipped one arm out the hole he had made previously and wrapped his mit around a half-empty bottle of Captain Morgan. Not first choice, but it was close and easily enough carried. From the inside, he cut another hole in his sheet at approximately mouth height. Here, easy alcohol access.

Feeling rather smug, he again left the tables, wandering off to to a corner of the tent with his bottle of rum, sliding the mouth of the bottle carefully into the hole he made up top, and chugged some straight.