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Her delivery done Sammy moved back through the casino passing the bar on her way scooping up another glass, she paused for a moment and grabbed a 2nd smaller one as well as two normal ones before walking over to Candace Rep and Tracey.

"Now don't drop her Rep, it'd be a shame to bruise those pretty legs." She offered the two drinks to the two, "Celebration on a job well done and a thanks for the snack earlier Rep, Candace right? You get one because all good looking girls should have a drink."

She paused pointing the smallest drink at Tracey. "And you. Since you're so shy around the good stuff, yes I saw you only having wine and water earlier. Deserve a drink as well. That and the pretty ladies rule of course."

Once all glasses where passed out or denied she raised her own, "Long Live the King, and screw dusty old towers that fall for no damn reason."

Ying stumbled in, someone behind what everyone else, as she was fashionably late, always.

Well no, she was just regular late, but that was besides the point.

Her clothes were wet and torn a little, her hair was a mess and she had a miasma crystal in her pocket. It wasn't a bad mission necessarily, as she DID get what she'd been looking for, but it certainly wasn't a pie in the sky. That, and she hated being messy in front of people. It was downright embarrassing for a dame of her age.

She'd materialized near Candace, someone she'd seen- but then, in a town ruled by the Watch, everyone knew their names. "Hey Candace, have you um ... have you seen my brother? Did he make it back okay?" She wasn't even looking at Candace, but instead at the small crowd of people, trying to find her male counterpart. He was as tall as a giraffe yet for Ying, it was like finding a needle in haystack.

Sometimes, she really hated being short.

(Enter.)

Gertrude was upset. She thought teleporting would magically clean and dry her peasant wear or something. Because magic. It doesn't need to make sense. That wasn't what happened. Her clothes had air dried while she walked through the labyrinth. Her dress became like a stiff cardboard cone and her shoes smelled like wet feet and swamp water.

She was going to sit down and drink. Hopefully, the seats would not explode again. "Bottoms up." She could actually relate to the lost clothes. What she was wearing now were corpses. "To the fallen. I'll give them a proper viking funeral. Then, I'll get a new outfit. In memoriam."

Candace cooed with sympathy. That explained why Rep was sans tiger skin. "Still love him even after he was naughty. That's sweet." Though honestly with a name like Tiddles could anyone really blame him? Seriously now. She allowed herself to be carried all too willingly to the bar, her head against Rep's as she sighed sadly. "Thank you, and yes. The one that fit perfectly. This one will have to do."

Once at the bar she dropped down from her perch on Rep's back and settled on a stool, fixing the top of her dress before she turned to order for a few drinks. Except someone was already sweeping in and giving them exactly what they wanted, offering her all kinds of flattery left and right. Her pout was replaced by a slow smile. If Candace had a cat's ears they would be perked high and at attention. Hello. "Thank you, doll. And what's your name?" She purred, leaning forward with her chin in one hand and her other hand gently sliding the drink closer to her. This woman screamed easy prey. At Rep's assumption about her heels she grinned. "Not these in particular but I did climb them it in heels, yes. Po kept telling me I should've changed but that's nonsense." She raised her glass to their toast, chuckling when Rep clarified what kind of fallen they were drinking to.

Another voice got her attention, one that was fairly familiar given how frequently she was in the building. Ah...Ying! Right. Yes. Ying. Her brother was the other one. Jing? She hoped so. "I haven't! But only because I've been preoccupied. Let's see..." She stood, putting an arm across the back of little Ying's shoulders while searching the crowd for her taller male lookalike.

"...He's currently snogging with Nuk."

Yep. Right now he would have chosen G to lean on much more than anything else. Before he could tell, the skinwalker already had him in a compromised position. the daggers in his belt were waiting to be used, but the hand the loved to touch them was stuck pinned between himself and good ol nuk. The hiss of pain at the stretched limb was not hidden, and the grimace of pain went well with the sound.


the continued ranting of What the ******** was a nice touch too. "Dude, what in the blue hell are you even doing right now?" he barked low, did he pop a royal before reentering the hall or something.

Don't worry about it Ying, your dear brother was just getting into a friendly scuffle.

Sammy laughed as Rep took his drink, remarking on Candace's state of bruising, "Still, better safe then sorry, never hurts right?" When that was said and done and Tracey finally caved, Sammy offered a sideways wink only for a moment to the stressed out assistant.

"You should try to relax some you have a good face if it wasn't always set in a permanent scowl." She decided not to remark about the eye twitching, but it was kinda funny.

Taking a sip of the whiskey after the toast she turned to Candace again, "Samantha. Pleasure. I guess Rep's right, going up that tower in heels is a feat in its own right. As for outfits... I like durable. Might not look as flattering but it'll last." To prove her point she lifted a foot, jet black boots with silver buckles and a metal tipped skull sporting only the faintest of scuffs. "Decent looking, and works well in a bar fight."

Mass was quite happy to be pampered by Melvin, the ways of the tiger were fickle and unpredictable. In Tracey's case he would happily ruin the bodyguard's day, roaring and bristling and generally being a very wild excitable tiger. With Melvin he even helped by raising his paw obligingly. When the S word was called he eagerly trotted after Melvin, Jerry all fancy in tow.

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One minute Rep was laughing and joking, sipping his drink, the next he keeled over. Flat out keeled over onto the floor. But as soon as he hit the ground, sending the glass skidding away in a pool of spreading alcohol. He hardly stayed down for even a moment, blinking and hauling himself back to his feet.

The room felt like it was spinning, he felt like he was going to throw up. He had a funny taste in his mou-

Oh my god.

Rep - as he typically did when presented with an emotional overload - ground to a halt.

Wide eyed he just stared around the room as if he'd seen a ghost.

Picking up the blue blanket he was given and stored, he lead Mass over to the couch. He looked around, hoping someone who notice all his effort, before he lead Mass over. Moving to the buffet table, now stocked with less food from before and fresh trays, he returned to feed some sausages to Mass before pushing Jerry off of Mass and onto the couch.

Taking the blanket, Melvin moved Jerry to sit up, took the blanket, and wrapped them both in it before leaning on the janitor. "You smell nice now." He told the unconscious man, and then wrapped a arm around his back, setting his hand on Jerry's waist before snuggling up next to him and resting his head on his shoulder.