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Gaius bridled at the insults - they were ganging up on him! He shot Ginerva a dark look before snearing back at Zach.

"I'm not a chicken..." he growled, Freddie's taunts all too fresh in his mind, and Zach's grating clucks worked at the sting in his pride like a toothpick digging into a papercut. It didn't help when he flinched away from his sudden thrust, feeling all the more foolish.

"I'd like to see you try, baldy, before they buzz you down," he growled, edging out of reach. He wished he had a free hand to use the sword strapped to his belt.

"Sure about that? Didn' know you knew what animal y'got." That was when Gaius made his mistake. Zach practically bristled, unconsciously getting into a defensive pose with wings wide and frill open.

Baldy!?

Zach could feel blood flushing his already-reddish face, fueling his anger. He reached toward the table once more to use it as leverage to get to his feet and give Gaius a piece of his mind (and perhaps a swipe of his claws), when he was interrupted by the loud thunk of a knife being slammed into wood. His brain was simply too boozed up to make sense of it all, but dropped all his thoughts of disemboweling and dissecting Gaius for more important questions, such as What the hell was that? Mystified, he turned his head to see Ginerva looking rather distracted by her costume accessory.

As he left, Ginerva laughed delightfully, in varying pitches and volumes. She pulled the bloody knife from the table.

"Well... that was fun. I am going to have to play with him again, soon.
Where do you find such chraming playmates, Zach?"

Perhaps bringing the knife wasn't the best of ideas. But, it was easily masked as a simple prop. It had done its job with Gaius, and now it could return to its inconspicuous state.
And it made such a splendid accessory.

She was alone again with the drunken dragon.
"Indeed. So much filth here. I don't know how you can stand it. I certainly wouldn't stand for subjects like him to even speak to me."

Something panged in her. It was true, Doctor Duvert was still under Moreau, who obviously did not like Zach. Too bad.

Ginerva was rather proud of her costume, actually. She felt it was able to set her apart from the animals there. Even though she appeared as one herself.
"I am what you would call 'Goodbye Kitty,' killer of kitties, animals, and all things fluffy. So you're safe."

Ginerva's smile widened. "I like the way you think."

But, the party was only going to last so long. She was intent on seeing Zach again. Maybe ask him some more about Sabin. For now, however, she needed to continue scouting about more prey. As fun as Zach was, the prospect of inflicting the kind of mental pain she'd offered Aislinn was far too tempting.

"But, for now, my friend, I am going to have to leave you. I think it's time I scoped out the rest of this little hell-hole.

We will be seeing each other again, quite soon if I have my way."
She wanted so badly to tell him, but it wouldn't make a difference either way; he'd easily forget the next day anyway.

Oz had beat a hasty retreat after Richard's supposed 'tentacles' had flung across the room. He didn't believe that for a second. This was Halloween after all. What did he take him for, a complete idiot? And that Nita girl was no better - saying her tail was attached. Honestly. Yeah, it was attached to her COSTUME. And the plethora of new guests just seemed to confim Oz's thoughts - these people were all a little loopy. He hoped the rehab process wouldn't make him this strange.

It was about this point in the evening that Oz was beginning to feel the strain on his nerves and his confidence. When he used to drink, he couldn't care less what people were like or what they were into, because it just didn't matter as long as times stayed fun. But here he was, thrust into this new place with people he didn't know and who didn't know him. His eyes kept glancing guiltily over to the alcohol on the drinks table, eyeing up the bottles of spirits as though they were naked women out to lure him. He tapped his foot frantically, just as he had done on the helicopter ride. No, he couldn't!

Thats it!

He forced his gorilla head mask back on his head in frustration and got up to stalk around the food tables some more. The main disadvantage of the mask had now become an advantage for Oz - he couldn't see the alcohol that tempted him so.