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"AMERICA." Leslie whirled around, perpetually scandalized at her eternal game of grabass. "For the love of christ, you need to quit doing that, it's not like it's public property or something. What's the prize?"

Alcohol acquired -- from someone either in costume, or a golem, because those wings were huge?-- Leslie slid Jack's drink to him with a sneer, ponying up the cash. "Don't get used to it," he bitched. "I said one round. And besides, drinking in your room alone doesn't count as doing your own thing, just being a sad sack of s**t."

It rung a little close to home.

Clutching America's giant feathered hat like a security blanket, Taym watched her bounce away, first to apprehend a suspect Lifer and then to, predictably, go and pinch Leslie's a**. In a moment of spite he considered pinching Cee's, or at least Peyton's, but he thought better of it and attempted to go about remembering how to fake it without the help of alcohol or something stronger, stepping aside for a stranger in a witch hat and then drifting over to Noah and Peyton.

"Andersen," he acknowledged, idly twirling the hat. And then: "What the hell are you supposed to be?" to Peyton.

"Stay around and have some fun, Jack, there's more to life than being really, really ridiculously good looking." America made a face and then preened a little because she though she was ******** hilarious.

Messing with Leslie's hair, she soaked up the scandalized tones and said, "Oh does that mean it's gone private? Someone's taken out a lease on your cutie patootie?" She moved as if to pinch him again. "I don't know what the prize is, probably something like free drinks the rest of the year or something."

Noticing someone moving to take Tubadiah out of his carrier, sexy pirate America ran off to sternly supervise.

Jack merely rolled his eyes. Not like he hadn't heard that line before. "What, two months' worth of booze for free? That's not....actually nah, I'd take that, nevermind."

He saw her off with a raise of his glass, offer to clink it against Leslie's with a look that said yeah yeah I got it, and then sipped his whiskey, texting Finn with one hand.



"Oh you stupid pile of limp dicks in a bedsheet," he said airily to Leslie, "I'm not going back to my room alone. Hanna should be getting off soon--and then, we'll be getting it on." He had no basis for this, of course, beyond willpower to make it so.

So naturally this was when Abbi and Chel arrived.

He watched them arrive and was disgruntled when Abbi led them to the bar but not towards him. It wasn't like he was hard to miss either. He opened his mouth to call out to them but stopped when he noticed two figures approaching the pair.

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"Uh..." Dawson was peering intently at them, confused and curious and somewhat distracted. He knew that was Abbi, but damn. Beside him Syn purred a chuckle and nudged him forward as she stepped with him.

"Greetings, and a Happy Halloween to you, ghoulies," the lioness said. The bats dangling from her horns twirled as she looked between them. "Is it possible to share in your drinks?"

Dawson made a face and pushed his Mystery Inc. hat up. "I said it wasn't gonna be a good idear," he mumbled, as sheepish as a boy getting introduced to cute girls by his mother. "But, uh, um...hi." That was a good start. "Y'look great, Abbi. Uh, n' yer friend too!" he added quickly, tipping his cap to Chel politely.

As much as it pained Heidi to cover up her beautiful rainbow hair, it was necessary. Super Sailor Moon didn't have rainbow hair. But it would be nice if she did! Stopping at the door a moment, Heidi gave herself a quick check over before deeming herself appropriate and stepped into her first bar ever. And..holy cow there were a lot of people here. This was going to be so fun! Clapping excitedly, Heidi stepped further into the bar while looking all around, though she stopped short when a pirate ran pa--oh it was America!

"Hey Amer--" Oh. Yes, go do the thing. Besides, there were a ton of other people here anyway. This was going to be so fun!

Rep hadn't brought Massacre, he didn't like leaving the little cow all on his own when the place was full of people, he liked crowds, his master did not. Rep just helped supply the people at the bar with drinks while being (for him) exceedingly polite and amiable. The place was busy and that was something that always delighted the redhead even if he'd never ******** admit it.

"Hey Bob, mix me up something Blue." he gave Harrison a smirking nod. "And the same for that ******** in the damn fine suit over there too." Jordan got a gesture with his thumb.

It was probably lucky that Finn had already been taking a short infirmary break at the time that his text from Jack was received. It was also probably quite lucky that he already had gotten himself a costume in anticipation of a party of some kind happening, the last time he had been on leave. He hadn't actually needed much, however, just a realistic looking blonde wig and a fake, plastic katana.

He already had the eyepatch, the suit, and the boots.

Unfortunately, he was going to have to shave for this. And probably put on mascara too (don't ask him why he had that).

Shortly after the text was sent, Elle Driver aka California Mountain Snake arrived on the scene. Finn had never actually been to the islands bar before, but now seemed like as good a time as any, even if he was only going to be there for a few minutes...or probably only as long as Jack was staying. Tucked under his arm, a small, wrapped box, containing a small gift for the green giant, though it was more of a gag and his actual gift was back in Finn's room.

It didn't take him long to find who he was looking for, though he managed to spot both Abbi and Chel first, both of whom received a cold smile and a wave, before he headed over to the part of the bar that his best friend was occupying.

"Happy Birthday, ********." He shoved the gift into Jack's general direction.

"Shot of whiskey, please." He asked of whoever...or whatever...was tending the bar.

If the other man was looking close enough, he would have noticed Finn's eyes were red, fatigued, and that despite his typical cheery attitude, he actually appeared slightly more strained than usual.

"For all...ah." He glanced over at Leslie. "Three of us, I guess."

Because why not.