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It was like a virus or something with the amount of boys and even a few girls that jumped into the hip thrusting. Even Riley had joined in! Grinning to them all, Jericho thrusted away like there was no tomorrow. Seeing how a few of the others had stepped up the game, the dragon decided to try and do the same.



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"No. Not ceremonial. Just..."

Shun didn't even know how to finish that sentence.

Luckily for Joachim, Taryn had no expectations when it came to gifts. Where most ghouls had bouquets or corsages, she had only the flower she'd put in her hair herself. ...it didn't bother her one bit. In fact, she gave a gleeful little laugh and looked up at Joachim through the tops of her eyes. She was holding a boy's hand! Her cheeks as hot as the sun, she began wandering off toward the punch bowl with her boy in tow. Nothing could wipe the smile from the chimera's face.

When they reached the delicious beverage that the ghoul had no idea to be wary of, she had to weave around another boil who didn't seem to be doing much with it. She offered him a smile as well and easily picked up the ladle to scoop her and her date some punch. Joachim was released as she had to hold a cup as well, and he was free and clear. He had given Taryn all that she had expected. As the ghoul offered her date the first cup of punch, she noticed the dark shape against Joachim's hair. Aha! He had brought a companion. She smiled up at the mouse, even, as she turned to the bowl to scoop some more punch.

Jove frowned at the reaper, not in a scowling way, this time it was more confused. Roch seemed... surprised?

He glanced back up at Demi, ears perked, no trace of a growl forming in his throat. What did he think of what? Things to do at the dance? Sure photos and dancing and introductions were fun for social people, but Jove though it was one big embarrassment after the next. What would be fun to do?

His nose lifted to scent the air, and he turned to look in the direction of the snack tables. With the smell of so many students, and almost as many overwhelmingly fancy perfumes and colognes, he hadn't realized there was food in the room. Not that Jove was interested. He hadn't eaten more than a couple nibbles of something and a sip of tea since returning from the field trip, and the food seemed no more appealing now. But certainly the hellhound and the reaper could enjoy the party fare.

When Roch spoke up again, Jove's ears swivelled. Little dog? Most certainly not! That little growl rose in his throat once more, and he couldn't blame Demi for wanting to inch away. And then he took the reaper with him!

The little pup sighed with relief, and then saw a trio of familiar tails through the crowd. With a tail wag of his own he trotted in Tomoko's direction, but was almost taken out by a flying chair on his way past the tables.

Calder lifted one finger, pointed it up as if to say 'hold on', and looked away for dramatic effect. "You did not. Just to do. To me." He said, in a 'no you didn't' moment, before looking back to her. "You don't even have anything to throw around Riley, and if this is you coming out to reveal your real gender, then you better tell me now because that means there are a whole mess of students that owe me some pumpkin seeds." What? It was a harmless bet.

Seeing as he had taken a bit of a prideful noise-dive from his poor romantic progress with Invi, he looked up at the line of rather dashing boils throwing their hips out in all the right ways and then at Riley who, with her more masculine build, was actually managing to pull it off.

Sometimes, a ghoul just had to dance!

"You are not even doing it right. You really are blind." He passed by her, flicking his hand up flat to her as he passed. "Watch and learn, Princess." He walked the entire line of thrusting boils, a exaggerating pop of each hip.

Right. He popped it. Left. He jutted his hip out. The kilt was only helping his cause as he walked with clacking hooves as if he were wearing stiletto heels. Once he reached the end of the line, he turned, giving a smoldering look that was much more impressive than the one he gave Invictus. It screamed Queen b***h in all the right ways. He started to move down the line of hip thrusting boils, throwing his hips from side to side like a pendulum of diva motion. He rose his hand up, pulling the ribbon his his hair and taking one hand to rustle it up as he walked the line of boils and then reached out to let his hand drag over a few of their shoulders.

Once he reached the bottom of the line, his hand dragging on Riley's shoulder as he turned around her and then gave his own dramatic his motion, before flicking his hair back in turn, really benching backwards as he gave the full flick of his hips, rising his groin up.

That was how you threw about you were given.

The dance floor had gone from a barren wasteland into a veritable Wonderland of boil-flesh. All of them thrusting their hips in time to the music. And, Aislin fantasized, the show was all for her. It only got better as Nuk joined the ranks and cocked his hips back and forth a few times before coming over to her.

The banshee brushed a few stray floating locks out of her face and grinned, at his compliment. "I know. You didn't seem bored, either, by the way. I didn't realize you could sing." She moved over to lean against Nuk's shoulder, arms curling around his to hold it lightly as she watched the other students dance and thrust and generally have a riot of a good time.

"Are you very busy?"

A single glowing insect crawls across the dragon boil's arm.

Warning.

Cricket knows all

Blame it the track that was stuck on loop, hey blame it on the Juice, blame it on the punchy, but the room seemed to have been stuck in pelvic thrust mode, with a few boil's trying to one up each other, damien included.

He could only raise an eyebrow while thrusting away. "Oh hell no, I am not getting served!"

While everyone was upping their game, the hound felt it was a much better choice to get down instead.