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The sound of one familiar hunter made Marcus stop his (poor) attempts at wooing and focus on more pressing matters. Like Julie being covered head to toe in flour and wanting to dance. A resigned yet not entirely reluctant sigh escaped him.

"Julie, if you'd let me take you for a spin I'd be delighted."
More like she'd take us for a spin and have us going in circles... or trying to to cry over a cooking experiment gone wrong.
Me Dis. Try me being taken to a ride along the chocolate chip highway. Don't think she's into vampires.
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Taking Julie's hand in his own, Marcus bowed in an exaggerated motion. "My lips will remained sealed as ever. But.. sure we need to bring the little sunbeam? Or is this a special secret."

Like she needed someone to carry god knew how many baked goods into the party.

At the jab of William's shoe, Harrison's mumbling attempts at polite intensified, a jumble 'of nice to be you' and 'thank you for having decorations'.

He took the business card like a life line, nodding very seriously in agreeance with whatever he was supposed to be agreeing with.

He asked if you wanted to be a caterer.

Do I? Harrison asked in a whirl of nervous confusion.

No, dear.

Junior had been midway through biting into Julie's cookie when he saw the cover, choked, and sprayed cookie all over Marcus.

He was now red in the face, coughing, and holding his throat.

If looks could kill, Maebe would have dropped dead right where she stood. Peyton's grip on Otto's tightened to just this side of painful as her friend continued what would have been harmless flirting if it had been coming from anyone else. With Maebe though, nothing was ever harmless, or painless. One of the reasons Peyton stayed so close to the other girl. Better to be on her good side, then another nameless victim in the crowd. As BFFs, Peyton could keep an eye on the slightly taller blonde. She could keep tabs on what she was up to, who she was doing it with. Unlike every other sorry loser on the island, Peyton was practically untouchable.

You didn't stab your bestie in the back. At least not if there was any chance they'd catch you wielding the knife.

"Maebe." It was growled out as the Death tugged at Otto's collar and started dragging him away with enough force he dropped his drink. Sharp reflexes on Peyton's part kept it from shattering on the floor, but in saving the glass she'd missed her chance to snag Otto's hand to reel him back.

<The b***h is pawing all over your cousin.>

I can see that, Song. Thank you very much.

<You should do something about that.>

No ******** s**t.

Something likely would have included stalking across the room and bodily prying her friend and her cousin apart, but she hadn't taken more then a step before Marcus had cut her off with an almost corny invitation to dance. She stared up at him, pale eyes cold, and had to bite back the automatic snarled demand that he go fornicate himself. Instead she flicked her gaze towards Maebe and Otto, then back to Marcus before painted lips flicked up in the most subtle of smiles. "Alright, let's go."

No better way to keep close tabs then to be on he dance floor herself. She held her hand up, expectantly.

And then Becca showed up, and the cool smile turned up a few notches as a pair of munchkins was dropped at Otto's feet for babysitting. That was just too perfect. "Hello Becca, Cody." There was an unusual amount of warmth in her voice as she smiling sweetly up at Otto's adopted parents.

William realised as his father effortlessly and smoothly avoided upsetting his mother - all while considering the importance of delicate clothing and keeping them pristine - that he had learned from the best and yet still had an enormous amount to learn. He even managed to field the persistent attempts of his Uncle Ben to get more food than was probably wise for his figure. Sure, he managed to grab a few from the trays, but those were just father being generous he was sure. One day he would be able to multitask to the degree of the older man, but in the meantime he could only look completely dazzling and hope.

Ceres got a perfectly manicured wave and a flash of pearly teeth from across the room from her fabulous cousin.

Already positively beaming with pride to begin with, he clasped his hands to his chest as Harrison was handed a business card, it was practically a gesture of approval! Clearly he wanted the other hunter to have a wonderful stable job to provide for the expensive tastes that William and his penchant for technology and dignified fashion demanded. When Harrison, that wonderful wonderful man took the card with the most adorable degree of confusion he had ever seen he was in awe. Pretending not to know what was going on in order to set his parents at ease, it was such a clever ruse, he could hug him then and there! He didn't quite resort to hugging him, but he did lean over and plant an approving kiss on the other man's cheek.

Tres well done. he purred very quietly in his ear while he was leaned in.

His delight however paled back a little to dutiful responsibility. "Selling yarn father?" It sounded positively awful, but he unfortunately was not blessed with the same degree of evasiveness as his adoptive dad. "I will most certainly look into it when I am done with my tasks in the division." His many, many tasks, which he would supplant with other successive tasks as long as it took to avoid a job selling yarn. "I know you only want what is best, and I am most grateful, I will show ambition which will make you both proud, that is my new year's resolution."

The tray sailing through the air at Ben didn't even cause William to skip a beat, but it did make him sparkle rather embarrassingly all over again.

His dad was just the best.

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"I think we broke him back to his roots Solomon." Nevada got all warm and fuzzy when Dorian broke out into french, laughing at the clearly red face of her longtime neighbor crush. With an even more comfortable position, she wrapped her arm around Dorian's waist and chuckled. "We could never stop with all those handsome faces you make."

Slowly ever so slowly, she slid across him, till she was back to Sol's side and changed waist touching for her own handsome boyfriend.

"I was just telling Sol about Lance's new regimen for me and my sisters. If I could find Pandora-" She stood on tiptoes, "Sol, what can your elf eyes see?" As in where was Pandora her sister? Also sorry, she was still trying to get use to whichever fandom you mostly talked about. "Should we send a Pandora signal out?"

"Ugh." She couldn't help herself. Sure, she was already distracted with carting Otto away, but as soon as she heard Marcus' voice trying to offer them a dance, her face twisted up in absolute disgust. Marcus, like most men at Deus, were 100 percent below their high expectations. In truth, Otto wasn't above that line either - but Maebe loved to make exceptions when it meant a little trouble was ready to be caused. Unfortunately, as soon as she made exceptions, it meant someone had the chance to worm their way into her heart.

Or whatever the cold, shriveled lump of coal that lay dormant in her chest could be called.

She turned to make sure she couldn't see Pey's death glare, as she curled herself around Otto. Unfortunately, she'd caught his mother's look, by doing so. Her own bright, fake smile responded without missing a beat, before she turned her attentions back to the boy. He was being so precious, and innocent, and genuine. Who even knew how to be genuine anymore? It was kind of ridiculous.

"I mean dancing." She admitted with a calculating smile. "And I do love teasing your cousin. But I also like dancing with cute boys who ask cute questions." She leaned up, resting her chin on his shoulder, and whispered something quietly into his ear - not that anyone was close enough to hear them talking, normally. Whispers just felt more seductive.

"But if you're actually interested, when Peyton's not looking, I'm sure we can find something more fun than dancing to occupy our time with."