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Camilla happily nods at the plushies Mayaa and Shayne made but frowns as she see's Mayaa walk over to a downed Mellow Oh no! "Oh! mellow what happen!?" she says in concern then makes her way over to the pare however one whiff told the Dormouse ghoul what happen "...These drinks are alcoholic? I thought they were just drinks..." she says with a frown as she could smell the alcohol on Mellow from a good five feet! Whatever he drank sousted him...

But like the curious Dormouse she was Camilla had to try it herself! Eagerly she starts picking up vials and pouring them into a beaker ...after smelling them of course The first smelled like Pumpkin pie and didn't seem to smell like alcohol at all the second however hoooo boy! If Mellow added that! Wow! She made sure to add a very tiny drop to her beaker just enough so say she had the next one was red like blood and smelled like it too... she added a very small amount of that as well and the last was just plain strange... It was pink with... spots in the liquid? It smelled like cheap perfume... She hoped it didn't taste like it... Why had she picked these up again?

After adding a tiny drop of the last one she filled the rest up with the Pumpkin Pie smelling vial then stirs it all up before giving it a sniff... "*cough* Oooo! Wow this smell strong! ...Oh well down the hatch!" she says as cheerfully as possible what with faced with the grim task of drinking the mixed up mess... the look that nearby gnome was giving her told her she didn't have much choice now but to drink it... So after mentally preparing herself she gulps it all down in one go!

The first thing she tasted naturally was the Pumpkin Pie it seemed to warm her up from the inside out (or was that the alcohol?... Nah it wasn't! Was it?) However after that she got hit with hints of the other drinks one tasted oddly of steel the other Irony just like the taste she had in her mouth when she first came through the coils... the last? Just as she feared tasted how cheap perfume smelled! "Bleh! I don't recommend you two make any of these drinks!" she says while wiping her mouth in disgust!

Even with the minuet amounts of the other three she added they still ruined the Pumpkin Pie flavor fortunately it seemed like the Pumpkin Pie flavored liquid WASN'T alcoholic and with the tiny amounts she added from the others she didn't even feel buzzed which was good she had had sips of various alcohols her whole life but she'd never had a full on alcoholic drink all to herself and definitely never had been drunk before! Once she got most of the taste out of her mouth Camilla kneels down next to Mellow "Poor Mellow! Did you happen to add that brown liquid? The one called razor blade? If so how much?" she asks curiously as she puts her hand on his shoulder hopefully comfortingly

I'VE WON A TICKET!
Game played: MIXOLOGY OF HALLOWEEN

Hollandaise shot Zar a look. His use of sarcasm was so thick and cloying even she couldn't miss it. (And, to be fair, sometimes she did miss such things. Hollandaise had been very sheltered before coming to Amity and, as a result, was just a bit naive. Someone had told her it was cute, once.) "I can certainly see the toxicity, I suppose," she said, rather loftily. "Very long ago, it was thought that jade and mercury would confer eternal life. Of course, it is false, but it's interesting to think about." The lock of hair was tucked behind one ear and she smiled - a polite smile, a society smile, one that gave little away and showed no teeth.

"I know you will pine for me while I am away, Zar, but I should stop neglecting my own date. As a boil of many, I am sure you understand. Goodbye, Barth. Maybe we should plan a takeover one day." With a last, lingering smile, she turned from them, the light fabric of her skirt swirling out and up almost indecently. Hollandaise reached for Mathias hand as she went, hoping he would follow. Once a safe distance away, she stopped, exhaling all of her breath in one great creaking whoosh. Rubbing one hand over her face, she looked at Mathias. "Too much talk with him is exhausting." She took another step forward and promptly tripped over a boil and landed on one knee.

"Why are you in the floor?" Her voice had risen just a bit in pitch and she struggled to control it. The boil was small and cute and sprawled out very ungainly in the middle of the floor. She placed one hand on his head. "Are you, ah, alright? Waits...." Recognition washed over he. She hand;'t met him no, but a certain picture from Critter popped into her mind.

"Mellow?"

I'd messed up in this post meant for the post that I rolled for the drink.... I'm sorry.

The sudden shake of his shoulders worked to get her hand off his shoulder "Wow..." she says in surprise as she curls up in a ball and then she had another problem... her other date was practically bouncing off the walls! And... was he... floating? She looks in his direction only to catch a whiff of his drink... It was so sweet it made her cover her nose "Ugh! Shayne what did you put in that!?" she exclaims in surprise frowning at the super hyped up boil did nobody know how to measure things?! (says the chief)

Next thing she knew there was a plant like ghoul one she remembered from a few classes next to them and Mellow... Oh boy... "Uh... Mellow... That's not a pillow... I'm sorry it seems my date got a hold of a very powerful drink!" she says apologetically to the plant ghoul the threat to touch his ears confused the Dormouse ghoul but she hoped it would be enough to get Mellow to let go... How do you sober up a pony?

Hollandaise continued to frown in dismay as Mellow clung to her like a bramble. Sitting as she was, one leg was completely bare from foot to hip and it was honestly getting a little chilly. And her foot was falling asleep. She squeaked again when one of his nuzzles fell too close to her branches - he would either poke his eye out or break one, neither of which was a good prospect. Despite her discomforts, he was warm and cuddly and soft, although if she was going to be cuddled, Hollandaise generally preferred it from someone substantially larger than her. Still, it was almost a shame to shake him. But she did. Her discomfort over being clung to by someone she barely knew won out.

"Mellow, wake up! I am not your pillow." Hollandaise turned pleading eyes to Mellow's date, a sweet-looking mouse ghoul. "Wake up or I will stand up and drop you!" Shake. Nothing. She had no idea what to do... Hollandaise had things to, ah, do, creeple to watch... She shifted, Mellow still firmly on her lap. The chains on her dress cut in the thin skin of her waist. At this point, Hollandaise abruptly decided that if Mellow hated her, that was fine; she needed to be freed. She sharply pulled on his ears.

Hollandaise watched in horror as Mellow began to sob. Stupid, stupid ghoul. She had though it would only be enough to wake him up, not to truly hurt him. Once again, she had screwed something up. She crawled over to Mellow on hands and knees, white dress be dammned. "Mellow, Mellow, I'm sorry! I didn't think it would hurt you like that." Her face was twisted slightly; it looked like she too might cry. Tonight had been... trying."You wouldn't let go and I thought it might wake you up. Are you ok?"

She reached out a hand to put on his shoulder, long fingers tightening in what she hoped was a soothing manner. Her first instinct was to reach for his ears, to smooth over any lingering pain, but she thought he might wail even harder at the touch. Everything else was forgotten as she tried to find a way to calm the sobbing boil. "Mellow, Mellow, I am sorry. I will never do it again."

Yeah, great job, Hollandaise. Tonight was very emotional; it was exhausting. Hollandaise wanted nothing more than to wrap herself up in the collected exterior that Warders were supposed to have and that she sometimes found so hard to maintain. Be slow, move as trees grow, think calmly, cooly. For a brief second, she seriously considered bolting for the woods.

At Mellow's sobbed-out words, she felt more than a few pangs of guilt. she had promised him she would not hurt him. And she had broken that promise, simply because she was uncomfortable. It was unconscionable. Warders do not complain. She shifted a little uncomfortably as he patted her head, but forced herself not to move back. The sheer absurdity of the situation struck her and the threat of her own tears disappeared although that guilt remained. Hollandaise looked around and spied a napkin on the floor. It could be relatively clean, she supposed. Leaning over, she snatched it up and offered it to the crying boil.

"Mellow, please stop crying." She tried to make her voice soft and soothing, like the sound of wind through drying leaves. The effect was largely lost underneath the heavy beat of the music. Hollandaise leaned forward and wiped one wet trail of tears off of his face. And just kind of sat there, unsure how to proceed.