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Glen almost sighed, she wasn't that bad it seemed. Discreetly, he began to move them away from the dog. "Yeah, yeah I'm fine. Your fine too." He scowled. He wasn't very good at this, comforting people thing, but she had apologized, even if it wasn't really her fault, so he'd try. He actually did sigh this time.

He pointed to the coffee shop. " We can go in, and you can see if anythings messed up? And maybe I'll get us drinks." Oh god this was awkward, so awkward. But, it did get him the chance to possibly try a seasonal drink, and someone to talk to who may not be that bad. Maybe.

Trinity moved away from the dog, guided by Glen, still keeping a wary eye on the little flea-bag. She blinked at him, he sounded... Oh. She didn't know... grumpy. But he was offering to take her into the coffee shop and inspect for puppy tooth damaged... and get her a drink? Oh well an invitation for coffee was not something she was unaccustomed to. Maybe he just wasnt used to asking girls out a date.

Because in Trinity's mind, that is exactly what he had just done.

So she suddenly decided that his peculiar brand of grumpy awkwardness was charming. He was fairly cute, and didn't seem TO irritated she had practically pounced him to avoid the tiny monster terrier.

"You know, I think I will take you up on that offer, Darling " She said, a grin slipping across her face. Maybe this forced outing would end up being a good thing after all.

Zach's ego deflated pretty quickly when some random blonde guy who was hotter than him showed up and started trash-talking Penelope's costume. When the boy wasn't sure what else to do aside from attempt to fight for the brunette's affections he turned and spotted a lovely blonde with bouncing curls. Christa felt her phone vibrate and sighed, opening it, reading it over. She tried to dull her reaction to it. She hadn't seen Paris since her utter embarrassing outburst of tears and ridiculousness and now that she was better-in-the-head, hadn't formulated an apology yet.

"Christa, you didn't tell me you hung out with so many hot babes!" cried the boy, eyes plastered all over poor Paris, Penelope now forgotten as a lost trophy for him.

His sister sighed, momentarily dragged out of her flustering to smack him. "That hot babe has a name, Zach. That's Paris and we're staying here and he's taken by someone much bigger and more muscular than you. So don't even try it."

Zach didn't seem phased. "Yeah well I'm hotter, so."

SMACK went the hand to cover the boy's face before Chris came over, heard about the uncouth behavior coming from the boy and decided to rearrange it.

In her head, her interaction with Paris would have gone thusly: "Ah, Paris, yes, hi... Zach, excuse us for a moment and don't do anything stupid. Just stand there and breathe but don't hit on anyone, don't drink and for heaven's sake, keep your hands to yourself!" With an exasperated sigh, Christa turned to try and have a private conversation with the blonde she kind of... blew up all over because she was weird and couldn't handle emotions other than pissed off and stoic. Everything else proved to be incredibly difficult. "Paris... I want to apologize for being really, really stupid. I would blame it on DNA because Zach's a total moron sometimes but... I have no excuse. But I thought a great deal about what you said... did some soul searching."

She lifted brown eyes to the sky, venturing a guess at where her moon might be in the sea of stars. "So you don't have to worry about me, and I apologize if I worried you. I just... I suck with feels. I hope you're alright? Is Chris alright?" Christa leaned in to whisper in Paris' ear for a moment. "He's free to kill Zach too, if the need arises."...

...too bad it probably wouldn't come to fruition.


(( NOTE TO GUINE: I'm a moron, you know what I meant by this post, I am so sorry for messing it up. ))

The nudge from Zac's shoulder was, indeed, almost enough to knock Ever over; definitely enough to make him stumble sideways, to loosen his grip. It meant that when Adira approached, they were separated some, it meant he was laughing as he offered over the flask into Zac's hand, nose and ears just a touch pink.

Maybe he had drank enough already. Enough pre-gaming. Oh well.

He attempted to sober up some as the girl used Zac's name, turning his laugh to a cough and struggling to control his expression. He utterly failed. She was subjected to his grin.

Delicate fingers found their way to the offered hand and gave a gentle squeeze and a shake. "Magoire, I'm Habibi."

She smiled, and it was polite and friendly, though that uneasy tightness still remained around dark eyes. The girl was trying though, reaching out, talking someone unfamiliar. It was not something she would normally do, but then even choosing to attend this city wide party was unusual.

A flick of her eyes took in the still empty stretch of bench, and vaguely she wondered if perhaps he hadn't noticed her silent invitation. He had glanced off in another direction, attention drawn elsewhere by something in the crowd. It wasn't unlikely that he'd missed it.

The internal musings of the introvert. Second guessing every action, every word, and every reaction from those around her.

Chewing the inside of her lips, she returned those darkly liquid eyes up to him, and tried for another smile. "Are you enjoying the party?" Was the book something he'd picked up at one of the many open shops, or something he'd brought to entertain himself? Perhaps he was meeting friends, and walked alone for now only to kill time?

Or perhaps they were more similar then just the colorful streaks that decorated their hair.

The pony drank at a decent clip, easily either spilling or lapping up about half the cup in a matter of moments. It was almost fascinating, were he not more interested in directing the pony's ambient flow toward the concrete rather than his jeans. A curious creature it was, but his attention was easily drawn to Porsha as she took a seat beside him. The horse would likely leave when he had nothing more to offer; Porsha, however, would stay for quite some time - especially considering the previous events he'd instigated.

Alois conceded that the pony was, indeed, a surprise. However, her acknowledgement of its existence confirmed that he hadn't quite lost everything upstairs yet. Perhaps there was another, greater realization for that down the road somewhere. Maybe once he moved into the vast plains of the Rift.

Her touch brought another confirmation.

Alois breathed a sigh, and watched its last dregs whisper against the pony's mane. Maybe it was the wind, but the leaves woven into its hair seemed to move of their own accord. "Visually... It's not quite as easy to enjoy as a lunar eclipse, for reasons apparent. However, I cannot help but wonder if it's an omen." He dropped his voice to a low grumble. "For ze moon to overtake ze sun... What of zat might rally ze White Moon Court? Perhaps more pressing zan zat, does it gif' zem strengs'?" He would've continued with his concerns over the event, but a young woman with dusty brown hair and unique garb presented herself to the two.

She exclaimed her worry, her regret, and her intent to pay them back, but it did not sway the typically stoic expression on the misanthrope's face. Ponies he could tolerate - for beasts knew more of themselves than humans every would - but some girl assailing him and apologizing for her pet, who knew full well what it was dong? It coaxed a sigh through his nose and a glance toward the equestrian in question. "I would say he wanted somesing sweet." However, his gaze shifted toward her as she tried, desperately, to pull the pony away.

It didn't care. It was almost comical.

"I cannot speak for Porsha, but when I buy somesing, I trade money for an experience. It's a simple prospect - I could'f settled for water, but I bought lemonade for ze taste. However," he eyed the girl sharply, as if to dispel her misplaced apologies, "ze fact zat a pony, somesing I haf' never seen in person, came to me because of it, I find zat a better use of coin zan a simple taste." He tapped the claw adorning his index finger to the cup for a moment. "I am curious zough - how in ze hell do you haf' a horse?"

The question seemed a proper tradeoff - though he had to deal with a stranger who made assumptions of him, he might glean a little insight about his hoofed visitor in exchange.

Harmony was at this party strictly as a cute representative for Espresso Yourself. Her boss set up the booth and kept her brewing coffee and keeping the dispensers full. There was a chill in the air and a lot of people seemed to appreciate free coffee. She liked the mingling with people, charming them as she did in the shop. She was dressed warmly but cutely behind her apron with the company logo emblazoned on it. All this advertising would likely mean more business for the shop and with her recent promotion that was good for her.

"Step on up! Free coffee! Get it while it's hot!"

She handed a cup of imported Italian roast to a man in a black bowler hat, smiling as she did and explaining a little about its origin and their shop philosophy. Supporting artists and true flavor, that's what she liked to say and her boss never complained. He saw his choices as quality and people could judge that for themselves. True espresso - that's what he loved.

"Harmony, number 5!"

Mr. Santini was bent over a percolator and the mint haired girl saw that, indeed, the Venetian blend was out. The woman at the dispenser looked disappointed. She rushed over and took the empty put down and put up another that was waiting below the table. She got a grateful smile for her trouble and went back to arranging displays of the beans for sale. Cash only tonight but good coffee.

Gwen was lucky enough to tuck the paperwork under her arms in enough time to avoid them being scattered all over the place from her girlfriend's flailing, and while others may have felt embarrassed to be around someone so excited, it only seemed to make Gwen even more proud to have such girlfriend. "The first thing we NEED to do is get some food in my stomach! I'm running on empty here and I don't think you'd want a hungry tiger on your hand..."

She paid little attention to the people around them, dropping the paperwork onto the checkered blanket and immediately ensnaring Anandi with a hug. "You're so happy, but is it to see the eclipse or me? It's me, right? Right?"