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"Hmm? Oh, um." Peyton gave her empty shot glass a thoughtful look, then shrugged. "This is a lot better than the whiskey I had when my arm got messed up. That I just drank straight, and it had one hell of a bite." Her nose wrinkled at the thought, and she nudged the empty shot glass away, only to have it be replaced by Tracey again.

The fallen's soft comment had her grinning, and she made a little kissy face at him before he could wander too far. "Such a sweetheart." It made her wonder about Rep, and how he'd be without the angel in his head. Honestly, it probably could have gone either way, he was such a wild card.

Taym's arrival, and question, earned him a grin, and she straightened up, turning on the spot to show off the outfit. "It's a character from a video game. I don't know anything about her, but when I went to the haunted house last my clothing got, like, eaten by fog, and it had s**t all to choose from. This at least looked cool." Small hands landed on her hips, then she was looking him over, gaze lingering on the elbow patches. "Are you a professor?" She gave him a tight, though brief, hug, before stepping back and hooping up on her stool again, small fingers snagging the edge of her fresh shot.

Noah's soft voice had her leaning towards him, and she'd look up, smiling sweetly. "Mmhmm, and I'll bet more will come."

Tracey did make his way back to Ferros, but he didn't say much, simply gave the other boil a slow, thoughtful look with his slitted red eyes, the only real light in his features besides the slashes below them like tears. There was a lot left unsaid in the look, but just as swiftly as it had come the seriousness was gone and once again Tracey was back to his indignant complaining and much lighter conversation. "Pity we can't drink." Not that Ferros could really appreciate alcohol, though the fallen angel expected there would be some way to put alcohol or fumes in him somehow.

America's suggestion had not gone unheeded though as Tracey set down his tray to climb up onto the table to raise his voice above the music..

"Whoever gets out there for a dance gets more free shots!"

And climbing back down he sat on one of the free bar stools.

"That was the idea," said Taym in response to Peyton's question, with a grim tone that suggested she'd actually asked him "and after this are you going to go turn yourself in?" instead of what it was he was wearing.

He watched over her shoulder as Cee and Paige demonstrated that they'd apparently made amends, glance flitting onto and away from Ever and Ezekiel with marked discomfort quickly stifled. He downed the shot he'd been given after eyeing it skeptically, and almost immediately started looking around for another, which manifested almost like magic. God bless.

He grinned at Noah, all shark teeth, and considered returning Peyton's hug by winding an arm around her waist just to see what he'd do before thinking better of it in case the answer was nothing at all, actually. "Be careful," he told him. "She holds her liquor well. Don't get competitive."

"I got lucky," she informed them both, turning her glass along the bar top. "If not for the Haunted House I wouldn't really have anything to wear. Prompted by Noah's positive reaction to the shot, she brought her's up and tipped it back with an appreciative hum. It was good, despite dubious looking contents. Of course, that had probably been the intention, Halloween and all. That empty glass was nestled into the first.

Then an arm was looping around her shoulders, and she blinked up at Noah, bumping his arm with her temple, before flashing Taym a proud grin. "Taym was very disappointed by how well I seemed to hold my liquor. To be fair, the pain might have had a sobering effect, and I haven't had nearly as much since." A small shrug. "So who knows."

Hands free, she looped her arm around Noah's waist. "Taking it easy is a good idea though. I hear hang overs can be a real b***h."

Finn glanced down at himself, then back up at Jack. "You're just jealous that you don't have a pair to play with." Not that Finn was even actually wearing anything beyond a padded bra. Elle was not known for being well endowed in the chest department, just for being a smoking hot bad a** that looked sexy as hell in a nurses outfit, which Finn was pretty sure he could pull off as well if he wanted to.

"So, how is that center for kids who can't read good coming along then?" He asked the Mr. Jack Zoolander, before his gaze went to Leslie.

"We've met." The usual cold smile was given, "And what pirate doesn't like a bit of booty?" He asked Jack, before his attention was back on the Leslie again.

"Don't worry, as absolutely delightful as you are-" Very thick on the sarcasm there, "-I don't always discriminate against s**t-stains. Drinks on me for the next half hour." Why not? He still had money to spend.

He shrugged his shoulders in a 'don't mention it' kind of way, taking his drink when it arrived and downing it immediately, without pause. "I'll give you your actual present later. It's in my room...don't worry, this isn't another offer for sex." He smirked, and then sighed and gave his head a small shake.

"Do I look that bad? s**t." He would have reached up to rub at his face but well...make up.

"Ripley died." A few beats pause as he signaled for another drink, and then he continued. "Briefly. He's still in the infirmary. I'm sure he wishes he could have been here. Going to go see him again after this if you want to come with."

"Ha!" Cee broke away and retreated to her stool at the bar. She offered the beer that Zeke had bought her. "You wan'this? Zeke paid."

The petite hunter opened her rolling case an pulled out a collections of bottles and jars and compacts. She then got some brushes and pencils.

"I'll do yer face too. Think about what ya want while I do these queens." She motioned to Ever and Zeke.

Chel nodded at Abbi's departure, but perked up slightly at the mention of Jack. He was here? She peeked around Dawson to see where Abbi was headed and- ah there he was. Dressed up as ... Jack in a suit? And beside him was Finn in drag- excellent choice. A person she didn't know stood beside them.

She gave that group a slight wave and then went straight back to focusing on Dawson completely. Her elbows bumped against the bar and she was leaning on one hand while listening to whatever he had to say.