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The winged ghoul placed a hand on her boilfriend's arm, leaning in close to whisper something in his ear just as Amrita went off with some boil. It began with an appreciative thank you and ended with something that may have been an enticement to keep his temper in check. It may or may not have been a bribe for kisses but this particular half of Tess wasn't the sort to kiss and tell. And technically, the half that was the sort who would kiss and tell didn't quite have the, ah, body parts to accomplish said action.

"Maybe we should just da-" the rest of her words died on her undead lips as she promptly clung to the dragon for dear unlife when the fire broke out. Her grip didn't ease not until the fire was put out.



Meanwhile, at TG's invitation to dance, Legs was more than happy to strut her stuff. Brushing her stocking-clad thigh against the fur-lining of the imp's jacket during the walk to the dance floor, as if needing any excuse to get a good feel of the boil.

At least if he was an assassin meant to kill her and she survived the intial cup-placement she would have succeeded at flooring him. Small concessions, Amarus. Small concessions. However, she started to laugh too because Mac seemed to find it so hilarious. And then once he pointed out it was unladylike she snorted. "Should I be working on that? You boils never want me to have any fun-- Sparrow says Don't fight strangers, it is an unusual greeting," she altered her voice as if to mimic her memory of the event, making herself sound as "elegant" as possible. And then, "It's unladylike to hit!"

Amarus grinned wide. She clasped her hands behind her back, the scale-trains of her dress swaying slightly with her movement. "I've been doing almost nothing but drinking punch," she admitted. Well, that was the result of having failed to make plans with anyone. She was sort of just wandering around and seeing who she could bump into, peppered with punch and naptimes.

No one had better tell her she missed a fire. She would be so sad. "What? Oh, I guess I got bored again... wait, what do single boils have to do with anything? They are certainly not a hazard to my safety, even if I'm asleep on the punch table-- unless they are called Mac," she said, wrinkling her nose.

Amarus stretched, and reached over to get more punch. Well, why not? She'd shed all the punch out of her lungs now. "Want some?" Amarus asked, offering him the cup. "... I mean, you can have this, not like... do you want to share. How's Lizzy? She mingling?"

The boil's spirit seemed to soar at that. While he thoroughly enjoyed dancing and found it second nature, it was the affirmation that Lattice trusted him that truly made the smile on his face brighten. "'M glad," he softly murmured, carefully leading her towards the dance floor. Taking Lattice's discomfort into consideration, Tro made sure to find a spot that was relatively on the fringes of the floor.

"'S there a type'v dance y're most familiar with?" he asked, he'd worry about the music later. For now, he was focused on keeping Lattice's trust.

They caught each other just outside the door to the lavatory, Levi turning to the familiar voice of the petite demoness.

Aye! Lizzy! Opting not to give her the sort of tail hug she'd usually provide for Demi (Lizzy was a lady and she didn't want to wreck her dress) given Lizzy didn't have a tail, Levi offered her hands first as if open to a hug. Ya'look mighty fancy! As 'expected from yew, screecheart~

That was when she saw the blood.

Oh! Hang'on thar.



It wasn't coming off all that easily while using her forked tongue to lick away the red fluid. She did, however have that pair of black gloves she hadn't put on yet tucked into the ribbons of her tail. Hang bag? No, tail purse. She just needed to recall they were there.

Hel blanched at that ‘scaring men away’ comment. Oh…LOW BLOW, LOW BLOW. Her gaze immediately snapped across the room to look at Mot, and if she hadn’t been wearing that mask, her expression may have resembled some ‘QQ’ing. Well…granted she didn’t scare the last reaper away but—Totally not bringing that up.

“...You must not be a man then if you are still here...!” She snapped, clearly thrown off by that last comment.

"Yeah, some dances got names but what I meant was if y' preferred slow dances or fast da-" he paused in his explanation when the Engraver gave him a little demonstration. The corner of his mouth tugged upwards as he watched. Tro was not particularly susceptible when it came to individuals or acts that most considered "cute" but Lattice was just. Well, she was being exceptionally endearing to the horse boil.

"Gotcha." He nodded, proceeding to mirror her movements, though his butt wiggle was further accentuated by the swaying of his loincloth. "Y're doing great," he grinned in encouragement.

"Oh." He looked slightly sheepish as he took her hand and shook, not that she was likely to see it. "I'm West. An' I'm sure Levi's fine." At least he hoped she was. Did Needle's kind keep poison in those spikes? If so, the tatzel was screwed. He glanced off in the direction she had gone, but was back to looking at the ghost ghoul a moment later. Given more than a split second to determine who she was, West found himself picking out the differences more easily. Slightly shorter, and definitely less shy.

"It's nice t'meet you, Needle," he continued, holding back the question he wanted to ask about whether or not she and Lattice ever dressed up like each other to play pranks. Somehow he didn't think they were the pranking sort. He did ask a completely unrelated question, however.

"Make up? Y'don't have to." What sorts of things did one do to make up for an accidental mild stabbing?