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At first, Cain didn't seem to perturbed by the warm body behind his own, the softest brush of lips and distinctly-feminine curves relaxing whatever tension he might have held. As arrogant as it really was, the demon could think of a few of their little group whom it might have been, as well as a few underclassmen he had made a game out of wooing. In fact, Bella was the farthest person in his mind at that point, for a number of reasons which included their past and combative personalities and generally just explosive chemistry. So it wasn't until the kiss turned into a slap on the a** that Cain realized anything was even remotely wrong. Lifting one hand as the mystery-ghoul's lips brushed his cheek, the demon's fingers slid through her hair flirtatiously, stopping midmotion as the jolt of being sexually assaulted hit him, fingers still curled to almost cradle the back of her neck.

Of course he recognized the voice in his ear. All disillusions he might have been experienced vanished, the cool smugness turning into a dark disamusement. Continuing the path of his hand through her hair, he tilted his head a little to glance side-long at her, his steel-colored eyes appraising her with disinterest.

"Oh Angel. If you're here, it's beyond salvation."

It was done. Maybe she spent too much time on her pumpkin-mask. Okay, Red admitted after glancing at other tables. She spent way, way too much time on her mask. She couldn't help but to begin to panic. Her booth wasn't as creative. It wasn't as flashy. She was going to be past up and ignored and overlooked because it was just a table and she looked like a Jacking reaper so the Bogeymen would probably pass her up since she didn't have a weapon or familiar which might look suspicious and --

and --

Hold it. She was Red. She knew exactly what to do.

Red jumped up and onto her table. "OI! I'm Red -" she went on to state her full name, pack, clubs, grades, win record, and a bunch of other things that belonged on an arm wrestle. "I'm one of the toughest werewolves around! I challenge all of you, silver to silver for an arm-wrestling match!" Red pointed at someone. "You! Wanna wrestle?"

They moved on quickly.

"How about you?!" Another point, another person moved away.

Red didn't bother with the third one. With a disappointed sigh, Red dropped down and slumped at her table, her cheeks as vibrant as her name.

Now was the hard part. A catchy draw was nice, but actually being able to hold someone's attention... That was talent!
Maybe it was the book hat (it was just so frilly and big!), or maybe it was the fact that Melusine actually had a few interesting things to say, or maybe people were just there at her booth because it wasn't on fire... Whatever the case may be, she still managed to hold their attention, and for quite a while too.
After about five more minutes of her lecture on how important books, both human and Halloween, were, she concluded happily and with an fistful of cards.

For a moment, Melusine only stood there and watched the crowd, silent but with the tiniest hint of a smile on her lips. One fang peeked out, but she didn't bother to hide it.
"Good." Was all she said before she looked down at all the business cards. Indeed, she had done very well.

Now it was time to socialize! What other lovely booths had everyone else set up?
Sure to keep her opened parasol up to both avoid the sun and avoid hitting others, she wandered out into the festival.

Melusine Booth Total: 16! Congrats Melusine! Your future looks bright! Err, but in a bright-that's-good-for-vampires way!

"Oh. You're with the screamer," Cain added, loud enough for Callie to hear, sliding his hand back into his pockets as he turned to face the group. The golem seemed about as happy to see him as he was to hear her, the demon not failing to notice how the ghoul stuck out her tongue at Bella's 'affectionate' display, and he offered her a snide, mirthless little smile in return, cocking his head to the side a little bit to act particularly dismissive. In fact, as she started yelling again he made a show of sliding one eye closed in a slight wince, slipping one hand back out of his pocket to touch his ear, as if it pained him. Sophie, however, earned herself a slightly less snide reply. Flicking his hand slightly in an almost sarcastic wave towards the ghost, (which to any who knew him, was pretty much considered friendly for him,) he let it fall to turn his attention back towards Bella, mirthless smirk returning.

"Marshmallows huh?" he mocked in a smooth tone, "Sugar won't make you any sweeter, Angel."

Still even with his sometimes hostile and violent suggestions people really seemed to buy into the idea that people should be taught more about the outside world, how to fight, standing up for rights. That no amount of government control could trump the hard work of average good folks defending their home. Eventually the last of the visitors faded away mingling about at other booths. Cards, pamphlets, little notes, and other bits and ends filled the large pockets of the duster as he let out another rolling laugh from deep inside his gaping maw. His helmet popped off short blond hair matted down which he quickly fixed with a flick of a clawed hand, all the while his tail thumped against the ground in delight.

"Well I'll be damned. Maw was right. Ol family Cider minus a few bits and ends worked damn well..." tugging over a chair from behind his booth he flopped down leaning back against his booth pouring himself a mug as well, raising it up to his peers.

"TO US MATES!" He said with a rumbling laugh before his stomach opened in the middle and he tossed back the juice. No table manners that one, even if he was rather friendly.

(20pts)

"Mmmmm.."

Truth be told, Bella liked Cain's attentions - even if they were negative, and mostly insulting. The kind of insults that sounded like come on lines were the best kind - at least he wasn't yelling at her. But she was hoping for more of a reaction than she'd gotten, and she supposed he was in a good mood today, so she stopped bothering him. Rowly was pulling her away, and she fell back to him easily, curling her arm under his and cuddling against his side. "I know, I know, I couldn't help myself. Don't worry, Rowly." She gave Cain one last, sneering look, before smiling up at the penguin boil with angelic happiness. "I'm all yours tonight."

"Well. You, and marshmallows."

Her stomach rumbled in dismay, and it got her attention more than anything else. "And uh.. while we're at it, guys. Is anyone up for some pizza? I'm starving."

May's cheeks turned a light, hazy pink as Tex started listing out all the things he wanted, because ... well it was all the things she wanted! The dogs in the yard, the tiny fence- the ... well the scarelings.

She squeezed his hand gently and with a smile said, "You're gonna be great Tex..." He was great at magic- always did well in magic class anyways. He was a reaper so sure, he was born with it, but ... well he had his own little input. The visitors today were just stupid.

Turning to Tarot, she teased, "Hehe, I think you might just move in with him and Selene~"

Then Malther started calling out about his cider and May smiled mischievously. She let go of Tex's hand to use it and slap him on the back. "WELL DON'T JUST STAND THERE! Go get us some cider cowboil!" Tex was just lucky the slap wasn't on the a**.