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"Bad at what?" Harrison asked, swinging by with a grin at Dakota and claiming an empty chair. He didn't recognize the music, but who the hell cared. There were some new faces around, and others he recognized.

"...Heard there was some free booze."

Good booze, bad booze, didn't matter to him.

"What's the occasion?"

Harrison's timing could not have been better. Just when he was looking for someone to fence the ring he'd found off on, the moon hunter showed up. He didn't so much sidle as insinuated himself over by him. "I think the occasion is just Dakota trying to get laid." But who was complaining really? Booze was booze.

Candace still got shot a look and a nasal whine. "That makes it sound like I was really ******** bad. I wisnae." He slumped his chin on the table next to Harrison, sliding his hand down to take Harrison's briefly and if he got away with it, to palm off the ring on him.

Under his breath he said. "You always had it."

His whine got an annoyed look from Candace, she held a finger up for Nevada and Tuck to wait a moment, she even placed her glass down beside them. She would come back for it. She then turned and returned to Rep's side with a strained smile, putting a hand on his shoulder. "It was great. If I could I would do it again. It wisnae bad." There, happy? She gave the man a pat and then walked away again, sighing quietly and combing her fingers through her hair as she returned to Nevada and Tuck.

"Sorry about that. Sometimes he whines more than a little girl." But now she wanted to meet this man. Tuck? Candace gave him a warm smile and held her hand out in offering to shake. "Very handsome, it's a pleasure to meet you, Tuck."

Harrison palmed the ring no problem, slipping it on opposite the engagement band.

He meant to mutter 'Got it,' but it came out in a conspiratorial, "You just gave it to me."

Harrison seemed momentarily confused. He opened his mouth, then closed it. The drink came as a grateful distraction.

"Thanks, Dakota. Hope you get laid tonight, you're doing a good thing here. Like running a ******** charity. Eligible folks ought to get in line." Harrison took a sip. "Wow, that's s**t." He immediately took another one.

Nevada and Dakota were both introducing Tuck, who was, "Not bad-looking. Doesn't hurt in this division. Marcus and Dakota and me got a Moon Boy Band going, mostly I guess it's an excuse to watch Dakota shake his a**, because he is ******** talented. Not that I want to ******** him. Just watch sometimes. ...I feel like I'm oversharing here."

Harrison regarded his glass suspiciously.

"What the hell's in this drink."

Jerry had been practicing quietly in his room when the sound of a growing amount of voices down the hall finally piqued his attention. He tucked his clipboard under one arm, and his ukulele under the other- one never knew. A large group of people could mean many things.

Investigation proved that it was Dakota's room... a party? Suddenly, he grew worried about crashing a private get together but- wait, that was Candace's voice. And Harrison's and Rep's! Surely they wouldn't be too upset if he just... said hi?

He knocked on the door frame as he peered inside curiously, "Ah... hey? Is this a party?"

As Mimsy recovered from what could only be described as tasting liquid gasoline that had already been set aflame, she caught what Harrison was saying midway through.

And it was an alarming set of sentences.

She stared blankly at him, then glanced to Dakota, trying to think past the slight dizziness that was setting in.

"...what? Is that what is happening here?" Aghast, she stared expectantly at Dakota and waited for an answer. She had to know how quickly she needed to get out of here, depending on his response.

Dakota looked at Mimsy and shrugged...

"Alcohol always leads to inherent truths?"

Okay Dakota had NO IDEA WHAT WAS GOING ON.

But this was pretty goddamn amusing. He sipped his alcohol more.