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"Aw, you think?" She smiled bashfully, "Thank you~ You dance really well too! Very light on your feet!" There was no way she could forget Levi and Mot's 'hoedown' last year, whatever 'hoedown' meant; it was fun, entertaining, and so high energy that she was cheering the whole way through.

"Ohhh? Would you dance with me then?" She asked before giggling, "I'mve only danced once this entire night myself... Oh! Did you come with a date?" Levi came with Jericho last year, at her insistence, but since the dragon was with Shehk this prom... Maybe someone else?

... And then the song changed, causing the demoness' eyes to widen under the mask. Unconsciously, she inched towards Levi, and despite the puffyness of her dress, somehow managed to wrap her arms around the taller ghoul, clinging to her as she wondered how anyone could dance to this.

"He sounds like he has a sore throat," She commented, tilting her head, "While needing to use the bathroom."

"Probably with tricks and tips and not really anything to the point. Probably a back handed way of the birdons and the beestings. If you ask ME things need to be done hands on with examples." And this was why Pyre was not the sex-ed teacher. THAT would have been a disaster and a half.

"Though these kids have it made. They only needed to worry about outfits and dates, in our time we had to worry about booths and wooing potential people to pick us for jobs." Among other less pleasant things during their time. It truly was a rather pitiful graduation they had.

But the past was the past.

"...Are those boils wearing dresses????" Not that SHE had room to talk, she was wearing close enough to a pant suit. She considered herself outside of the norm enough as it was.

And then there was a fire, and while you think Alex might have gotten used to that by now, it still gave him a jolt of panic, which made him promptly swallow the entire mouthful of food, which promptly lodged in his throat. Fortunately, he didn't actually need to breathe, but for the time being, he was to be rendered completely speechless. Now he had something else to occupy his mind on top of the fire, though thankfully it already appeared as though the flames were being extinguished.

Okay, so one crises averted, but what about the other? Alex halted in his movements, reaching out to grab ahold of Yin's arm. Giving Mei and her date at least a nod and a wave so as not to appear rude, he held up his index finger in a 'just a moment' type gesture before pulling Yin back and away from everyone towards a more private area near a wall where he could try and deal with this new and rather embarrassing problem. This was probably for the best, really, considering how many strange ghouls Yin would have been surrounded with otherwise.

And now that they were about as alone as they were going to get in a room full of people, Alex stopped and turned towards his date, releasing the boils arm and reached up to pull off his mask which he let drop to the floor to the time being. He then proceeded to make weird faces and gestures to attempt to convey his problem to Yin without being able to speak.

Amarus laughed again when he stated that she was actually a boy. "Just don't tell the others, okay?" she implored, her hand against her chest as though she was confessing some deep and troubling secret. In the end, whether she was a chick or a guy didn't matter much to her. Was all the same if you just weren't paying attention. It seemed like most of the ghouls at Amityville had some kind of rough side to them, which was good for Amarus, because she didn't particularly like anyone who was too soft. Power was what she respected.

"I did dance! Mot taught me how, but..." Mar looked off into the hordes as well, her face going blank. It seemed like instead of looking particularly sad, her defense mechanism was to revert to her original mirror-empty expression. Which would evidently appear to communicate sadness, if she kept doing that. It had never really been an issue. "They could try to take advantage," Amarus retorted, a creepy smile sliding into place, her eyes cold, "but then I'd have to make them suffer."

"Maybe I was trying to catch a creep!" she said. Amarus took a sip of the punch that Mac seemed to dislike, shrugging. More for her! So long as it wasn't the punch she'd just wrung out of herself, anyway. Except then he grabbed his own cup, so she arched a brow at him. Whatever...! Her punch just wasn't good enough, apparently. "Anniversary? Someone put up with your temper for an entire year? Lizzy must have the patience of a sage," Amarus teased. She clapped him on the shoulder in congratulations, though.

Mot had wall flowered for a while. A moment to catch his breath, and let himself sulk. He wasn't terribly invested in the festivities at the moment, letting himself get lost in the noise.

He lifted his head as the song changed, turning to see a familiar bakeneko talking with an unfamiliar cat eared boil. If it wasn't Riyo, wearing a dress. Well, it would be rude to ignore her presence. Besides, he hadn't talked to her in a while.
Mot softly made his way to the blonde demoness, lightly tapping her shoulder before cutting into the conversation.

"Riyo, it's been a while. You look lovely." Ever the gentlemen, he gave a soft and honest smile.

Riyo had done what she had sought out to do, giving Titus the cold shoulder when she saw him coming back that way. So when she felt someone tap her shoulder, her first response was, "******** off."

... Wait. That wasn't the boil's voice.

Brow furrowing, she turned to look and see who was pestering her this time. It took her a moment, but finally she recognized him. "Mot? Oh, sorry. Thought you were someone else. Almost didn't recognize you without the hat."

the compliment made her cheeks redden ever so slightly. Well she was certainly getting her fair share of compliments tonight. "Uh.. Thank you." Obviously she had trouble taking them graciously. "And you look... Nice." And a hard time dishing them back out.

But it was obvious the ghoul seemed puzzled by something. Generally wherever the boil went, a valkyrie was sure to follow. She hadn't seen Hel yet. Where could she be? "Your other half off stirring up trouble or something?"

Probably closer to the 'eat your heart out' side of the spectrum was more likely. But hey, if she wanted a prince he was more than happy to play the part, up to a point. He could be a ladies man when he wanted to be.

He continued the tango with the ghoul, adding a few moves totally not in the dance but he thought needed to be there. By the end of the dance he took the rose out of his mouth, and set it beside the other blue illusion rose in her hair.

"Not too shabby yourself, you know." He beamed, in a tango both partners had to know a little about the dance to pull it off.

Okay, well, yes that was exactly what West was, but no one knew they were like that. The tatzel considered various options:

1) Lie. Nope, she wasn't there with anyone.
2) Lie, but about their relationship. Came with West, but they were just friends.
3) Truth. West was her boilfriend and asked her to be his date this evening.

The latter was too strong a blow to the rough ghoul. They'd only really begun with their titles and while she held no regret about her choice in mate, Levi was not willingly going to blurt out that she was mated. She was going with a slightly revise option 2. Yea-

...I came with- an opponent.

That would do. Right? It wasn't a lie so much as not specifying who. They were still opponents often in training and fights so it was a truthful reply. As if Jack himself intervened, the song change caused Lizzy to focus on the music instead. With a black widow attached to her waist, Levi's tail curled around her defensively as if something had tried to attack her. Oh- OH! 'Oh! Tha'music? hmm. Reckon might be some sorta'folk dance. Sure usin' them throats. She chuckled before answering more seriously regarding the bathroom requirement. Maybe'they do.

She didn't know how to really dance to this sort of song, however, so instead, Levi let Lizzy hug out whatever the song had done to her, stroking her head some comfortingly.