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"Errr....." Was all that could escape Joachim's lips as he tried to tell her that it was the most poorest attempt he had even seen in someone attempting to flip a table. Yet the lump in the middle of his throat remained stuck as she squeezed him in a hug as another tidal wave of red flooded his face.

He gasped for air as she let go of him finally before tugging on his wrist, "Err sure we can go play some games...." She made it sound as if he had a choice knowing that he would have just said yes with or without the pout that reminded a lot of his younger sister when she wanted something.

It would be fair to say that Nuk was fashionably late when it came to the Scarefari. Or rather, he would have been fashionably late, if he were considered even the least bit fashionable. In fact, it was debatable whether his name and that word had ever been in the same sentence together, except for with the word NOT separating them, so really, when it came right down to it, the skinwalker was just plain late. As usual.

This time, however, it seemed he had come at a rather... interesting time. Sauntering over towards the group of students, Nuk's molten amber eyes slid over each individual at random, nodding a few hellos to students he recognized and taking a moment to fist-bump Tro before his gaze finally settled on Deacon. Stopping a short distance away, the boil tilted his head a little at the scene of the cat-demon starting to unbutton his shirt, quirking an eyebrow skeptically and smirking a bit. Oh, this was priceless. He had no idea what was going on, but there was no way he was going to pass up this chance. An opportunity to tease his bro? Hell yes. Sliding one hand out of the pocket to his jeans, Nuk lifted his fingers to his mouth, whistling a rather loud, obnoxious cat-call in the boil's direction, starting towards him again.

"Hey p***y-cat, stop makin' all the ghouls swoon, you can't catch 'em all!" he called, snickering all the while.

Riley had been all over this festival, and hadn't seen much of her friends.

When she walked into the flipped tables area, she saw way more than she had ever wanted to, of one of them.

She stopped in her tracks, cocked her head, and blinked.

Is this area clothing optional? She asked quietly. It was pretty clear that she would be joining Petro any second, if someone said so.

The skinwalker let out a barking laugh as Deacon visibly jumped, his eyes flicking to the ghoul beside him who looked like she was undressing him, if you only took a quick glance. To her, he gave an actual reasonable look, merely curious as he tilted his head in her direction before returning his gaze to his friend, giving him another eyebrow quirk. This time, it was more of a 'This your ghoul-friend?' look however, one accompanied by a devilish smirk that certainly did not have the best intentions. The look was only amplified as he watched the two interact, sliding both hands out of his pockets to fold his arms across his own bare chest, the wolf pelt partially covering the tattoos littering his skin.

"Hey, is that any way to talk to a ghoul? No wonder you lost both your dates at prom," Nuk replied with another snicker, turning towards Riyo and offering her a teasing wink. Really, it wasn't completely fair of him to do that, considering he knew that she was uncomfortable, but hey, he was a bully at heart, he couldn't help tease a little.

Riyo's eyes looked toward the (equally shirtless) skin walker as he seemed to go back and fourth between her and Deacon... Slowly beginning to realize just what this looked like.

"EEP!" Pulling her hands back, The feline drew them closer to herself. It was obvious she was not in her element.

"S-shut up Deacon!" Was all she could manage to say to him. No snarky comeback, no well-thought insult.

And it didn't help that a new face had appeared asking about the lack of clothing. "No! Clothing is never optional!" For her, at least.

Then there was the icing on the cake. When Riyo heard Deacon had lost not one, but TWO dates at prom, the feline was fully prepared to laugh in his face... Until she caught the wink from Nuk out of the corner of her eye.

Ever seen a river of blood? That's about what the ghoul's nose looked like at that very moment. "I... I need a tissue.." It was a meek, squeaky voice that she rarely used... And hoped to never use again.

She was receiving conflicting messages.

On the one hand, Deacon had confirmed that this was a clothing optional area. That being said, Riley looked like she was about to take off her boot. Before she got very far, the ghoul she had briefly met at Open House was adamantly disagreeing, and so Riley zipped her boot back up. Better safe than sorry.

And finally, she noticed Lizzy had lost consciousness. Or was she just napping?

Is this where you all have been this entire time? I feel as though I've missed something of importance here.

"Jack dammit, calm the ******** down woman," growled Jericho as Riyo started to screech about sexual harassment. He collided into her. It wasn't as if he was trying to molest or rape her. Once Lizzy was off of him, he got up, now somewhat in a foul mood due to the bakeneko's screeches. Dusting himself off, he noticed now that his shirt had been ripped off at some point.

"And you were calling me out on harassment? What the hell are you doing, stripping me?" he snapped. Well it seemed like he'd be shirtless for the rest of the festival.

Turning... he just suddenly saw... that Tro had ... less on. What happened to his wrap? Actually, the dragon didn't really want to know. What had him a little more concerned was that Lizzy had passed out or something.

Glaring over at Riyo, he threw her the shredded remains of his shirt. It wasn't a tissue but he couldn't really wear it any longer at this point anyway.

Oh. Riley was here now too. Jericho waved lightly to her while trying to cut down his frustrations before they leaked onto her mood as well.