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Ambrose's tail wagged as he came up to the couple, pointedly reminding him how drafty the nightdress really was.

Raising a cup of smoking green punch to the couple Ambrose chuckled. "Vasile! Good to see you again! And I'm glad to see that I'm not the only one here in drag." He laughed, looking down at his old lady nightdress.

"But I must say... yours is.... ah... rather more flattering than my own. If I didn't know better, Vasile, I might have mistaken you for a rather flat-chested woman." He gave him a toothy grin.

"And Marlow... I haven't seen you in a while. How... have things been going for you?" He took in the rather alien features on the man's face. It had been a while since he had seen the man - before his change at the very least. And he couldn't quite place the features...

Vasile puffed up his chest at Ambrose's compliment. "Well, at least the fur gives a bit of padding... thanks regardless.. I think." He smiled and flipped his feathers in his hair. "I mean, being convincing is a big compliment for an actor and all. At least that;s how I'm letting you get saying I look like a girl." Vasile winked and put his hand on Marlow's shoulder.

...that's right, it was supposed to be Halloween tonight, wasn't it? Anatoli had been cooped up in his duplex most of the night, practicing his trombone despite his teeth. Only until it struck past midnight did it really dawn on him, because he didn't care much to keep track of time since he came to the island.

The party was probably long over and everyone's gone to bed, but Anatoli still felt obliged to come out anyway to see if there were any leftovers for him to grab. He'd been feeling a lot more nocturnal lately, and at this unholy hour the opossum-man felt wide awake. He tosses on his costume that he had planned -- Schmendrick, the inept wizard from The Last Unicorn -- and headed out to the tent. And not without his knife tucked into his waistband, of course!

He timidly peeked in -- there were people there, which wasn't something he expected at all. But then again... surely, plenty of islanders were nocturnal? A lot of animals are, after all. He carefully slides in, keeping close to the entrance and away from the crowd from the time being.

"They like to distract us," Vasile admitted, though he really didn't mind being distracted sometimes. "She'll be back soon, I'm sure. I saw some lights or something outside, maybe she's out there." Vasile looked to Marlow and smiled. "She's a great girl, I don't know Ambrose here did, but I think he got lucky." Vasile patted Ambrose on the arm and gave him a wink. "I'm gonna go grab a drink I think," he said, squeezing Marlow's shoulder. "I'll grab something for you."

Vasile saw the shy-looking man near the interest, someone he hadn't met, and couldn't pass up the oppurtunity to test out how convincing his costume was. He pranced over towards the door on his way to the bar, giving his best toothy grin. "Hello there, would you like anything from the bar," he purred out. He didn't try to mask his voice too much, but kept it breathy.

Anatoli hesitated, ambling over to the table to the fox... woman? It was hard to tell. He ran a hand through his hair, fumbling nervously with his glasses. "Ah, hi there," Anatoli waved meekly, his hat tipping over his forehead a bit. He shoved it back up, then forced an awkward smile to bare his pointed teeth.

"Give me whatever ya think's good," Might as well leave it open. Anatoli wasn't much of a drinker, after all. "But nothin' too strong, right?" The man winked.

"Sure thing, honey," Vasile winked and headed off to the bar, grabbing a tray and making up some drinks. He made something fruity and girly for himself, the man by the door, and Ambrose. He figured he had embarassed Marlow enough for one night and pours him a scotch on the rocks.

He balanced the try carefully on the tray and began to head his way back towards the slightly-changed man. "Here you go," he said, holding the tray down and pointing him towards a the drink. "I don't think I caught your name..?"

A werewolf in drag, a fox of questionable gender, and... Anatoli wasn't sure who the tuxedoed man was. Something slimy. He delicately picked the drink up off the tray and took a small sip. "Oh, that's quite sweet," he said with a hint of pleasant surprise, "Thank you. I'm Anatoli."

The opossum gave a few wary glances at Ambrose. Hulking mass of fur and muscle in a dress, but still a hulking mass of fur and muscle. Like nearly every single newcomer that's seen the wolf-man, "werewolf" immediately jumps to mind. It's hard not to want to panic, especially with the amplified sense of dread instilled into him by the marsupial's instincts.

He took another drink and begun chewing on his bottom lip, despite his newly sharp teeth. He still hadn't gotten used to that, and was too nervous to notice that his lip had begun bleeding.