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"Nae bother." Rep said with a shrug, plying Peyton with the drink she'd asked for, he was rather proud he even knew how to mix it up, neatly layering the drinks one on top of the other. Andy got his too, along with the slight sneer that went with anyone not drinking hard liquor straight.

When Andy introduced himself, Rep's jaw set and it was obvious he was gritting his teeth. "Rep." he said. "Nice tae meet you Andy."

Creedence got a nod. "Nae IDs necessary, if you are auld enough to be here, you are auld enough to drink."

Everyone else who requested a drink also found themselves served with a politeness which was almost unnerving if one knew the barman.

Intoxicated enough, it seemed. Zeke just smirked back at him as took another long drink. He had a bit of catching up to do, not that he ever really caught up when they drank together. The Mist generally paced himself, it meant by the time they left he was in complete control of a very malleable blonde.

A glance followed the fingers as they came up to take his shoulder, and he reached out, hand circling Ever's wrist loosely. "Did she? Pretty bold, didn't think she was the type."

Felicia arrived in an easily identifiable Honey Lemon costume, if you were familiar with the source material anyway.

Her hair was straightened, and lightly bleached-- so still a few shades too dark. The helmet was a modified motorcycle helmet painted the appropriate color, the dress and vest thrifted then modified, Her turtleneck and stockings had been dyed with the cheap RIT dye you could get for like three bucks. The shoes were modified off an existing pair she had for an aborted cosplay, and sneaker heels were fortunately pretty common.

The bag was a modified leather purse-- another thrift-- decorated with a functioning decal with led light strips beneath it powered by a raspberry pi. The battery, of course, was a runestone, stuck in the purse with a spare, just in case. The prop balls were powered a similar way, with led strips running along the strap and with ping pong balls attached, their bottoms cut open to allow for the lights.

And then there were the few that worked in her hands; each one with a small runestone inside. There were only 2 or 3 of them, since...well. Precious commodities, runestones. They had actually be the most expensive part of the costume; the rest had been under fifty -- runestones, on the other hand... Well.

She didn't want to think about the parts she could have bought. The price you pay for bitching cosplay.

"R-R-REEEPPP," she cried, stomping towards him on, admittedly, wobbly legs, waving a wild arm, clutching a glowing ball. "Whatcha g-g-g-got for a drink that's super ******** fruity!"

From afar, she waved at Dawson, giving him a quizzical look. Guess no group cosplay. A head's up would have been cool and-- Oh, wait. There was Maebe, at least. She looked baller as ********, at least, and she got a wave too-- that uh, might not have been seen, given her chair-melting-scenarios.

Ember showed up in an outfit that was a version of Morrigan from Dragon Age.

(He'd changed his mind at least three times, of course. He'd almost been a succubus, a pretty nightmare pony, or Sailor Jupiter.)

It was obviously very macguyvered, considering he was still stuck on the island. He opted to go with a bikini top for the bra, just wearing the hoodie cut to be low in the chest, high on the waist, and without any sleeves. All the jewelry cheap, bauble-like replacements, and the feathers were just pieces of cloth cut and attached to wires. He wore his normal boots, black knee high ones with buckles, instead of any replacement, and a pair of black jeans artfully distressed. He used a number of belts, attaching them with safety pins to a black miniskirt, now held securely around his waist with a hidden belt.

The hair, the green parts at least, could be painted black with temporary dye, which was floating around to be traded for given the season, and so his hair didn't clash with the rest of him.

He looked around the room, chewing on his red painted lips. Who could he bother to make friends with? Green eyes caught on the guy dressed in nothing but boxers, and the fella next to him dressed like a sexy teacher.

Uncharacteristic of his costume's character, Ember bounded up to them with a large grin.

"Hi!" he beamed, pointing at Ever. "Your costume is like, super neat." Turning to Zeke, the grin remained just as bright. "Yours too! Sexy teacher?"

Some fifteen minutes later:



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Given Maebe's behavior prior, it was pretty easy for him to not know about a budding friendship, though he was pleased to hear such a declaration. (And a bonus, watching Creedence fidget from praise like that. Keepin' that cool huh.)

"Sorta like roleplay?" he said, "More about the dress up, though. I got t'be Thorin once!" he added more excitedly. d"Fer a mission too!" And given Felicia's good timing: "Leesha! Damn, girl, you went all out!" He waved on back.

Said pep quickly deflated even before Maebe gestured at him. It was a bittersweet sort of moment: an appreciation for how hard both she and Felicia had worked on their costumes followed by a stroke of guilt for not being able to follow up on his own idea. Scratching his neck self-consciously, he offered a greeting smile nonetheless before grabbing a refill off a Rep, a little too distracted by his current company to make a comment on how courteous the guy suddenly seemed.

"My bad, Yer Grace," Dawson rumbled before tipping his mug back. His foot was tapping, easily unnoticed in the noise and motion. Antsy. Gotta keep everyone in the group good and content. Gotta not get anxious now. "Any y'all innnersted in some karaoke while I still got the energy fer some moves? Ya cain' roll w'Dawson Grace n' not do a tune 'r two, y'know!"

"Not really," said the monster feigned a very very sweet smile, twisting her petite frame covered by fuzzy furs while putting both hands behind her back. Seeing the tall man bent down to give her candies, in the fact that she didn't wear platformed shoes that night, she took the advantage to hop and touched the fluffy ears with gentle quick rubs.

Achieving her goal, she was wearing a even bigger smile, almost from ear to ear. "Now you can't say I'm a good girl. By the way, what do you think of my outfit?" She asked, bright honey eyes twinkled with high expectation. "I'm dressing to be akin to my weapon, he's a Chinese mythical beast but I can't dress like he does-" Shu seemed to be blushing. With a mocking tone, the beast interrupted in her mind. "A-Anyway, I chose a Chinese style dress to wear inside a fluffy hoodie to stress the oriental perception."

After chirping about her costume, she turned to Sin. "You're a big bad wolf today, is your partner a wolfie? Like very fluffy and fuzzy, with amazing abundant furs and so." She, through the tall man, tilted and curled her body to peek at his back for a possible fluffy tail.

Xaki

Sorry, was having some depression for the whole week. Hope it's not late ^^;

"Oh, is that what it's meant to be." Ever smiled slowly, crookedly at Zeke, teasing and somewhat sly -- as if he hadn't recognized exactly what Zeke was supposed to be, complete with tweed patches on his elbows. He shook his head just a little bit as he refocused on Ember, for a very brief moment trying to decide if this was a girl or a boy he was talking to and, finally, deciding it didn't matter.

The long and the short was: not his type. But cute. Like Shu. He stuck them in a compartment together in the back of his mind, and then he offered a hand to shake.

"Ever, and that's Zeke, er, Ezekiel, and I don't know you. By the way, Walgreens clearance bin and you can buy your very own version of this costume."

It had taken Micah some time to find the bar. He'd had to ask several people, and he'd gotten lost on the way, as he had no idea of the layout of the ruined town. He'd followed the most beaten path, however, and found it eventually. The lights and the decent state of repair suggested that he'd found the right place.

There were quite a few people inside, and there was nobody Micah knew, not that he knew anyone right now. He sidled over to the bar and took a stool, trying not to make eye contact with anyone. He hadn't worn a costume, because he had two changes of clothing and no idea where to get a costume; Nova had suggested a fig leaf, to go with the theme of "dress as your weapon," and he had flatly vetoed that idea.

Uncover me, she demanded again. Uncover or I scream!

"I'm not gonna roll my sleeves up," he muttered.

Uncover me! No be ashamed, I your weapon, be proud! I beautiful, show me off! When Micah didn't move to push up the sleeves of his new coat, she made good on her threat again, making shrill, inhuman sounds. Nobody else could hear her, he knew, but her shrieks were grating and painful. He gritted his teeth and waited, but she wasn't stopping.

"Okay, okay, fine," he hissed. "I'll uncover you, just. Just stop shrieking, jesus." Begrudgingly, he started rolling up the loose, too-long sleeves, up to the elbow, far enough to reveal the delicately feminine silver and green amber bracelet on his left wrist.

Nova stopped screaming immediately. Micah could feel her smug satisfaction. It was almost worse. Almost, but not quite.