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They weren't strictly very far from the drinks table, so it didn't take them long to get there. Holly had barely even given him a chance to answer her question about dancing, but when they stopped, and he pulled his hand away once more, he looked up at her and said. "Yes, am able to dance. Perhaps not in same vay as those uh....gyrating on floor but." He held his hands up, one in position to take her hand and one to go on her waist, just on top of her hip, though he didn't actually touch her. "This kind. Could be showing you, if wanting." He shrugged his shoulders, and then looked back to the table of liquids.

"Nein, it vas not very good. I am thinking used too much of vun particular liquid? Vas much too sweet."

This time Mathias just mixed up items completely at random and took a quick sip before nearly choking on it. There was only one flavor in the mix that he found appealing, while the rest left much to be desired. To his credit, he didn't actually spit the mixture out, just set the entirety of it down.

"That vun vas not good either." He stated, a look of distaste wrinkling up his face.

Oh, but it appeared that Holly had found some...friends or something. Creeple who she was familiar with at the very least. Mathias leaned around her to have a peek, noting the two students.

"Guten tag." He greeted them both.

The one was safe to look at, the other...he wasn't quite sure what it was and thus being not sure, he would not look up into Zar's face. All he saw was dress and dress screamed trouble. One ghoul he seemed he could handle. Two? He wasn't ready to press his luck.

"I like sweet things. And maybe we should dance later - you could teach me?" The prospect of dancing later with Mathias was not bad, although her first instinct was simply to sway in place like a tree buffetted by the wind. Hardly dancing. Hollandaise supposed everyone could not be a natural dancer. She wondered if Zar was, and took a sip of her own drink. Making a face, she set the vial down with a small clink - it wasn't good, but strangely wiggly and well, gross. She sighed and crossed her arms underneath her breasts, hands hugging her sides. A brilliant smile was directed at Barth, who seemed a nice enough boil. He was, at least, very appreciative of naps. Her teeth glemaed whitely under the blacklight.

"But, I find that suits are very ordely, which is nice. And yes, I do think the dance could benefit from a few corners with pillows or just... somewhere to relax. Perhaps you should stage a coup and take over? Ah, this is Mathias. He bought me for the night." Hollandaise indicated the wolpertinger, bending slightly to look at him. "These boils are Barth and Zar. Have you met them before? I met them under... various circumstances." Hollandaise waved one hand before tucked it against her side again. Barth she had met at the NAP booth, and Zar whilst he was fighting with Christoff, and again when he had decided to insult Deszeld. Her eyes flickered over to Zar, taking in the full scope of his shining dress. It really did look good on him, although she was loathe to say as much to the arrogant boil.

As she listened to Zar's words, Hollandaise was thankful for the darkness, because she flushed under his praise, just a bit. It felt weird for him to be nice to her, especially when Deszeld had been so mean. Her gold eyes blinked up at him, thinking. Despite his vague comments on Critter, Zar seemed as self-possessed as always. Poise never came so easily to her. She had felt something odd about him when she'd bumped into him, but Hollandaise supposed it could be chalked it up to her own confusing distress. "T-thank you. Mathias is good company for this dance, although there are other factors that, well. I am... not entirely happy. This has been an interesting experience." She waved her hand and laughed politely, as though everything were really nothing much at all. "I do seem to keep mixing terrible drinks tonight, though my first one was alright." On a whim, for tonight was full of whims and things she did not normally do, Hollandaise reached down to press two fingers to the symbol for mercury that rode low on Zar's stomach. It was warm to the touch and slickly metal.

"And what does that stand for? Silver?"

Holly's words were enough to clear up Mathias's temporary confusion. Two boils then. He looked up at both of them, though the one in the dress was still a rather startling sight to behold, reminding him much of the testing Jove had done with wearing a dress himself, though he had done it to try and help the wolpertinger with his issue. Thinking about it now brought a light pink blush to Mathias's dark cheeks, but he gave a nod to each boil regardless.

"Nein, have not met before, but it is great pleasure to be meeting you both, now." His ears, which had pricked forward toward the two boils as he took a step around Holly to be able to speak with them both better, swiveled back towards the warder when she spoke.

So he was good company? That was...startlingly nice to hear, actually. He had been slightly worried that he had perhaps been rude, a bit distant, and otherwise not a very good date at all. But to hear that she was not entirely happy (and being able to assume that it was nothing to do with him) was not so pleasing. He looked over towards her, eyes narrowing in a small frown.

He would have to ask her about it when they were finished here. She appeared to be engrossed in conversation, however, and while he didn't want to appear rude...

"Ahem." He coughed lightly into his hand. "Vould be liking to try dancing vhenever you are ready, Holly." He let her know.

Mathias earned a small smile from her. He was nice and she felt bad for ignoring him even for a small bit to talk to the other two. "Very well, Mathias, we will dance soon and you can watch me fail at it." She nudged the boil with one elbow, an oddly playful movement. She hoped that they could be friends, perhaps. Hollandaise did not have enough friends, and for all his scowls, Mathias was good.

"Barth, there is always enough time. It is a little sad that you are graduating so soon, though. I am only in my first year, and Mathias his second, I think." She tossed a questioning glace to the tinger. "I am hardly suited to lead reform changes - unless they involve more plants. Barth, would you like a plant?" Hollandaise had turned into quite the chatterbox at the moment - all three of them providing enough to think on that there was barely any other room left in her mind.

Chewing on her bottom lip, Hollandaise looked at Zar's outfit again. She traced the symbol lightly before giving it one last press and removing her hand again. As she moved her hand back to her side, Hollandaise rubbed the tips of her long fingers together. She had discovered that she liked touching things - things that felt new or different from her own leafy textures. "Mercury? Mutable as you are not: an interesting choice. Barth's?" Touching things... Hollandaise peered at his tail. She had not forgotten her promise (threat?) to touch it and the skin of it looked soft, even in the flickering light of the dance. But, somehow, she felt it would be unseemly to grasp for it here. She had a sudden mental image of her trying to wrestle it to the ground like an unruly horse and a laugh caught in her throat before bubbling briefly free, the corners of her mouth twitching.

"Ah, are you trying to be rid of me, Zar? That wasn't terribly subtle of you. I expected something more." Even though Deszeld weighed heavily on her mind, she found it was easier to not think when doing something, anything; making drinks, listening to Barth or Mathias, prodding Zar. It made it a little better.

Zar was not optimistic about any plant's chances in Barth's care, nor wether there was always enough time for a Sloth demon, but he politely did not say so.

He was too busy being flustered by Holly poking and prodding far too close to his cleavage. "I feel it is a comment on the toxicity." he said sweetly, with a smile. "And I would not dream of getting rid of you. You always say such lovely things and are such sweet company."

AJ's leaving made Mellow's eye dropped down a bit, that meant he only can reply on Shayne. The tall boil seemed to be in a hurry shoved everyone into the monster again (Oh not again =口=;) The first flash made him dizzied and the second one made him see what the Head saw - stars everywhere turning around.

He was squeaking but his voice didn't come out when the dormouse grabbed his hand and dashed, all his fine hairs pricked up and his head shook like it was about to fly off, muttering something like "...nope...nope....nope..." There might be feeble attempts to get his hand back, but he was too weak to do so.

Mellow thanked the plushies a lot, he made a desired-not-so desired face at the fluffy things. He felt like dancing and marching like a happy pony, but all he did was standing there. The curious boil watched as the hyper Camilla set off for her own fun and walked quietly towards the drink table that piqued his interest.

He enjoyed the time of his own and felt so relaxed, the boil spent his time with a gentle cozy smile as he picked up the flasks to check and maybe shake the liquors inside. The round big glasses on his nose made Mellow look like a little chemist doing his experiment.

After a while of fiddling, the boil picked up the brownish-red flask and poured some into a breaker on his other hand, it felt like soil, so he added twice. As for the empty flask - nope - not empty, there was something inside. A white mass of something moving slowly in the flask, Mellow couldn't help but shook it violently, it was very light. With a impish grin, he poured (?) some into the test tube. He didn't see it clearly when he picked up the breaker under light, squinting his eyes. Never mind, it was about to finish. He picked up one with funny changing colors, like a rainbow but the color kept changing, from red to green, from green to yellow, it made the pony giggle quietly.

Putting a glass rod into the mixture and stirred it well, his drink was done. He picked it up and thinking to sniff it but a large mass of sweet scent invaded his nose and he sneezed. A nice passer-by told him he had to pour it into the test tube and he did, then the nice guy (Mellow thought he was one) grinned mischievously and forced the boil to drink all of it.

He swallowed the liquor down to get some airs back while the guy left with a "enjoy your drink~". The pony coughed and felt unwell, heated up and everything turning around. He shook his head but it didn't help any, soon he was derived of energy and softened, feeble and weak sitting on the floor.

Mellow's ears drooped and folded like a sad puppy, making funny sound of hiccup.

Oh, maybe you need a "highly intoxicated" warning banner on you, Mellow.









I'VE WON A TICKET!
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Before he could react, Shayne found himself being dragged to the gaming booth by the hyper dormouse ghoul. After the dormouse let go of Mellow's and his arms, he found himself at the gaming booth. Afther Camilla told everyone to meet up at the drink table, Shayne spoke up. “M-Mistress Camilla, could I stick with you for a while?” The undead boil asked as he followed her towards the Build-a-Plushie booth. “Hmm, I could make a plushie for Rayen.” The undead boil told himself as he began to build as pushie for his minipet. “Look Mistress Camilla! It's a Boo!” He told Camilla as he was moving the pushie's hands over it eyes after he built it..

I'VE WON A TICKET!
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