Welcome to Gaia! ::

Oh, this was just too much. The brawler could barely contain himself as he watched another man(and Misha) wander over, and lay a surprise kiss on Asher's unsuspecting cheek. The resulting startled reaction had the blonde snorting into his punch glass, pale eyes gone shiny in amusement--and growing intoxication--as the new comer proclaimed Asher a hero.

Heroes deserve kisses "Is that so?" Ed grinned at the smaller man, expression promising a thorough ribbing later, but Misha's question distracted him.

"As a matter of fact, I do believe a certain bear threw himself in harms way to protect a certain Aphrodite Chosen." He gave Misha a significant look, the corners of his mouth twitching up. "I think I recall a panther saving my a** from some kind of weird ox, too."

For a long moment, Asher just stood there -- still stunned, perhaps, too much so to even properly reply. He blinked at Mal, his expression a bit flat, and then at Mischa, and then decided the only solution, really, was to down his drink. One long gulp and it was gone, working its way downward to take the edge off this entire interaction.

Then, without a word, he took two steps away from the lot of them, abandoning his empty glass on the edge of the table. If they wanted to keep teasing, they'd have to follow him across the room to settle next to Rob.

"Hey man." He nudged him, once, sideways. Didn't know [or at least didn't remember] his name, but one look at the dreadlocks told him a lot about Rob. He reached into his pocket and tipped something into his hard to show the other man.

"Got a light?" It was an easy kind of offer. They'd probably have to duck out on the party, at least for a bit, but...

Songtao perked up at the sound of her name, looking through the crowd until she identified the speaker. Beth had taken the time to talk to her after they recovered Griffin, which Songtao had appreciated.

"Thank you! You look very..." she tried to think of an appropriate compliment, "Glamorous! Are you Camilla?"



"No," replied Songtao curtly. She wished she was warmer, maybe she would suss out whoever had some alcohol on them later. "It's polyester. What are you, anyway?"

Mal grinned wickedly and drank when Misha did -- the punch was strong, but not strong enough (yet). He promised himself he'd add a little more later, if he didn't see anyone else add to it. Punch at parties was just a fast way to get drunk, and he didn't see any reason to change that tradition, especially not now.

He watched Asher down his drink, and hid his grin behind his cup. "Aw, no, I scared him off." He was laughing with his expression, not aloud, but he watched the bigger man who told Misha he'd been saved by a panther.

"They certainly do. Don't you know fairytale rules?" Mal still sounded amused. Maybe he'd been waiting to embarrass Asher with that kiss for a while. "Heroes get kisses, princesses get heroes. Since we've moved into fairytale land, we might as well play by the rules." And by 'play by the rules', Mal really meant 'mess with the rules', more than anything.

The answer would've been that yes, Mercy did like what she had seen when she lifted Rob's kilt but she decided she would keep that thought to herself. She gave her flirty friend an innocent smile, tilting her head. "What do you mean?" She looked to Lex next, blinking with wide eyes. "Wow! You look amazing!" It was like they belonged in the Jazz era, which she had to agree that it was a great era for sophisticated, yet flashy fashion.

They pronouns? Sure~ Mercy pawed at her hair with a slight blush. "Thank you. Usually, the only thing I can manage is a sloppy high bun..." She wanted to touch the smooth looking bob but refrained from the notion. "I completely understand....It takes me hours to get this mess straightened..." She followed the movement of the group as they left the entrance and more into the gym, giving Rob a squeeze back.

"Always up to no good. Gotta keeps myself entertained somehow~" At the comment, she rolled her eyes and laughed, doing a courtesy. "Why thank you. I was going to go as Harley Quinn. Have you seen Suicide Squad yet?" If he hadn't, she would pull out her phone and show him the picture herself. Man, she could've been cold having to walk all the way from her dorm to the party in short shorts. She did notice Asher coming towards the group, holding in a small laugh at his choice of costume. Who didn't know about Waldo?

Mercy's wide-eyed innocent act didn't play with Rob, and he gave her a knowing smirk, though he didn't say anything. He honestly didn't care about the kilt-lifting; in fact, he'd probably be mooning people himself before the night was over. Yeah, it was turning into that kind of party. But with this lot, he wasn't terribly surprised.

"Harley Quinn? No, I haven't seen Suicide Squad, but I've seen pictures. You would have made a cute Harley. But I think I like your current outfit better." Steampunk burlesque? Oh hell yes. She had just the shape to pull off an awesome burlesque dancer costume. And as he'd observed to her, she looked sexy as hell in it.

Just then Rob noticed Asher approaching, and he suppressed a snicker. That was the most half-assed Waldo he'd ever seen. The diminutive Hermes Chosen palmed something, then surreptitiously showed it to him and asked about a light. Rob knew full well what Asher meant. "Yeah, mate, hang on a mo." He gave Mercy another squeeze. "Be back soon, right?" he smiled, kissing the top of her head before disengaging himself from both her and Lex and stepping away to join Asher.

"Lead on."

Lex gave a soft smile. "Thank you, I get a bit invested in Halloween." They smoothed down a bit of they gauzy over cloak, following along to get out of the door way. Lex looked over, giving a small nod to Asher and then Rob.

"I think I'm going to browse the food," Lex murmured, excusing themselves to find something to munch on.