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The girl spun around quickly, and for a moment Fukalite wondered if the girl would tumble over when her legs shook. Fortunately, she didn’t, though the brief display made Fukalite chuckle. She took another sip of her drink. “Yes, you,” confirmed the lieutenant, quirking an eyebrow. She drummed her fingers on Gwen’s shoulders. “I fail to see who else I could be referring to at the moment.” Her tone didn’t sound annoyed, but more amused.

Now she raised both eyebrows at the sudden compliment. While she certainly appreciated her mint green eyes and had admittedly received a few compliments on them before, the lieutenant couldn’t ever recall anyone telling her they glowed in the dark. Fukalite grinned, eyes narrowing. She choked back a laugh at the raccoon bit. “Regardless, I appreciate the thought, hun.” She kept a firm grip on Gwen’s shoulder as she gently prodded her toward the bar. “Well, there are a number of things you can do at a rave. You can have a drink, dance, have a fling or two…” She smirked. “But maybe you can start with a drink.”

For a moment, Fukalite stopped and stared at Gwen. “St. Mag’s, you say?” Her eyes gleamed at the mention of her previous school. “You know, I graduated from there. I guess that means you’re my cute, little underclassman that I should be taking care of?” She flicked her gaze out toward the crowd and noticed someone--a bouncer, it seemed--moving toward her direction. Fukalite clicked her tongue. "My, my. It looks like I will have to make my exit a bit early." She laughed softly and winked at Gwen. "Maybe next time, hm?"

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His tongue clicked against his teeth for a moment. "You're right. Foursome, then. Your boyfriend can tag along." See? Generous. He laughed openly at what he took to be a threat, shaking his head as though this was all very funny to him. "I have bigger fish to fry, so don't worry. I don't plan on meddling." Openly. Much. Yeah, no, who was he kidding? He'd totally keep meddling.

He caught the nod from Zac to the mysterious woman, and his eyebrows climbed with interest. Now he was studying Petalite a bit more closely, amused. What were they trying to communicate to one another, hm? It seemed like Zac had dropped his last name almost deliberately, and by the way the girl's eyes widened slightly...

Then, it was gone, and all that composure was back once more. "Of course he can't. Doubt you could either, sweet thing." He bent his head down to kiss her hard, the barest hint of teeth scraping against her lips before he straightens once more. His hand is lightly toying with Zac's hair, absently.

"Now, you can be a good girl and go with the flow, or I'll just have to find someone more willing." He practically purred, laughing to himself as though he'd said something particularly funny.

Okay, pink haired girl had been kind of hard, but he wouldn't let it get him down! Maybe he just ... needed to stop creeping around, and actually go talk to someone. He smiled amiably at the crowd. Even if it wasn't really his crowd of people, they all seemed to be enjoying their time. Sort of ... zombieish really. Well whatever.

He noticed a girl with bright red lips and picked his next target. He would try actually talking to her this time! Well, here goes nothing.

"Heyyyy. You wanna dance?" he said, pointing to the dance floor. It seemed she was already headed there so...

Hazenite wasn't quite ready to drain her. All the people moving around, it was kind of hard! He needed a perfect opportunity!

As immediately distressing as having her new outfit potentially ruined was, Jan didn't exactly appreciate the inebriated stranger's attempts to clean up after her mistake. Mostly because in doing so, the girl was effectively clumsily groping her with her jacket-covered hand, which was disgustingly infuriating enough to make Jan's hands ball up into threatening fists and pull one arm back so she could oh god dammit now TWO people were invading her personal space.

Turned out it was Kess. It was hard to decide whether or not that was making the situation better or worse. So instead of acknowledging her Negaverse protege right away, Jan made to put a hand on the shoulder of Sorority Girl and shove her off. "I never said you could god damn touch me," she snarled, wobbling a bit on her feet with the attempt.

Something wasn't feeling right. The stupid girl must have had stronger footing than it initially appeared, since it was taking way too much effort to push her away. More effort than it felt like she was even putting in, even. Since when did an angered shove feel like a twenty-meter sprint?

"I only came out because you kept pushing me about it, Reever," she then offered in reply to Kess. "If I'd known this place was going to be huge trap full of wardrobe malfunctions, though, I wouldn't have bothered." Jan scowled.

When the somewhat-underdressed bluenette appeared in the scene and gave Kess a poke, she observed, "I'm going to take a wild guess and say that's your Catch of the Day."

Having slipped away from his latest target, without being noticed, the darkly clad Captain made his way through the crowd of dancing bodies. Sipping his water he found it grabbed by someone, what the hell? He didn't get it back either, not that he'd have wanted it back. Shaking his head he pushed someone out of his way, they had been about to fall on him, and pressed on through the crowd.

It was along the way he spotted two females, one looked like Dorothy. Well at least that wasn't such a skimpy outfit. Smirking ever so slightly he made his approach, one hand reaching out to land on Dorothy's shoulder. "Nice outfit, I wonder though, why Dorothy? Not to say it's odd, I saw a pink panda earlier." His slate eyes shifted from Dorothy to the green eyed, dark haired, female. Focusing back on Dorothy, on draining her energy, he hoped he didn't get busted by the bouncers again.



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She was cute; perhaps a year or so younger than he was, and the way she moved was easy, practiced. Aurostibite let himself slip a little closer to her, his gloved hand resting lightly against her waist as they both swayed to the music, her laughter ringing in his ears. He had no idea what her name was, of course, but it was not as if he even cared at the moment - learning names was irrelevant. This was a training exercise, after all, and besides, what name would he give her, anyway, if she asked?

Make up something, he thought to himself, eyes sweeping across the dance floor. He caught sight of Zac again, looking thoroughly put out over something, his pale face flushed red, though Aurostibite wasn't entirely certain as to why. The redhead he had seen earlier had his arms looped around some young woman who was grinning as she pulled him down for a fierce kiss, but Aurostibite turned his attention back to the young woman in front of him.

"Anytime," he replied, teeth flashing as he gave her a quick grin, and slipped his fingers around her wrist, letting her lead the way back to the bar.

The bouncer had caught sight of him - again - and Aurostibite made a soft noise of irritation low in his throat, slipping up to stand beside the blonde at the bar.

"What are you drinking?" he asked her, smiling demurely.


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Once at the bar, Arilee felt a little better, though still a bit more tired than she normally would have felt after one dance. Maybe she was coming down with something? If that was the case, she might have to forgo the idea of multiple makeouts. Pity, but if she was sick, the last thing she needed to be doing was passing along her germs playing tonsil hockey.

With a tiny irritated headshake, she decided to wait and see how she felt after a drink and a rest. Smiling up at her dance partner, she turned slightly so that they could talk more easily.

"Just water for me. Trust me, as much as I plan on getting a good workout tonight, water's the best possible thing to drink."

She paused a moment and then gave the boy a sharp, appraising look, obviously trying to figure something out. Another few seconds of study and she voiced her concern.

"Tell me, cutie, you ever been to one of these things before? If not, be really careful if you get yourself a drink, okay? Keep your drink in hand, covered up and if you put it down, give it up as lost. You don't want to end up the victim of some a*****e bearing roofies."

Taking the glass of water gratefully, Arilee downed half of it before her new friend had even finished speaking. Setting the glass on the bar top and then carefully placing her crossbow beside it, she slid her other hand over the top of the glass, illustrating her advice.

"You're missing out then," she grinned and winked before answering his question. "I love things like this. I mean, I'm only 17, y'know? Hardly any of the clubs let me in and I refuse to use a fake ID. So, raves like this are a ******** godsend. I come, I dance, I have fun and go home happy."

She scanned the room as she spoke and caught sight of the redhead she'd been admiring earlier. Looked like he'd found someone to amuse himself with. She waved her free hand in their general direction as she tried to explain herself.

"See that? You really couldn't get away with that kind of thing in a regular club. Here it's just the music seeping into blood and bone and dancing and well... yeah. I love how primal it feels and the weird kind of chaos that can be found at a good rave. I probably sound stupid, don't I?"

With another laugh, she finished off her water and signaled the bartender for another. She was feeling a bit better now. Enough so that some of the predatory gleam had returned to her eyes and she turned to face her partner.