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"It was already alcoholic." Jada agreed, mumbling as she nuzzled into Kess. "You're so pretty, Kess. And freck-kel-ley. You know, I think Marlo would eat your freckles too. They could be dessert." She whispered, conspiratorially, reaching up to wrap her arms around Kess' neck as she hissed the words, dropping the open jug of blood on the table. "Ohhhh! Oops!" The blonde wrapped her arm around Jada's waist, and Jada used it to help her keep her balance as she righted the blood jug, trying to mop up the spilled blood with her hands. "Oops, oops, oops." she said, and giggled. "I made a mess."

Did Marlo need a costume update?

The drunk heiress swung her head around to look at him, thoughtful. He had a bitey bite on him already. Bite-bite-bite. She chomped her teeth together, thoughtfully, purple eyes on the Non-Kess-pretty-person-who-looked-alive. One bloody finger tapped her lip, thoughtfully, the fake blood blending in with the vibrant red of her lipstick quite well- it just made her lips look wetter. Her Xanis wouldn't expect a thing if she stumbled glided back over that way with the jug of fake blood. Not a thing. He'd proven to be dumb, after all. "I think you just don't love me the way I love you, Kess." She sounded surprisingly mournful. "It's because I'm short, isn't it."

But Kess was right. Marlo was looking so alive. If Jada didn't do him, someone else would. She had to drench him in red, sticky, cold, oozey fake blood.

Her drunk stumble was a very zombie shuffle as she went towards the Admiral. SHE GOT THIS. "Kess, C'mon. You're my backup."

She heard her name, looking among the people in the crowd with a minor bit of difficulty, and spotted a familiar face in teh form of a boy from an art store. She waved to him just as Venice came over and landed an arm on her shoulder. Castille's legs buckled just a little with the unexpected weight of the slightly inebriated woman. She flashed a smiled, along with a faint blush at being called cute and innocent, to Venice, saying "Well, I guess it depends. How much apartment trashing are you going to allow?" She laughed and said "How are you Alexandre? It's been a while."

"Oh!" She suddenly realized, craning her neck to look at the girl on her shoulder. "My name is Castille. This is quite the party!"

And suddenly, she went from being alone to being a part of a group! Castille was overjoyed. She was much better with groups than being alone. Another girl attacked Alexandre and Castille briefly wondered what the other partygoers were thinking. Probably that he was quite popular with the ladies.

She realized it was Lily and said "Oh hey! Nice to see you!" It had been a long time since they had met at school the first time. She remembered because Lily had looked so exhausted and sleep deprived. It was actually about the time Castille was having strange dreams too....

You know, sleep deprivation was something she was used to know. As a senshi, she patrolled at night, almost every night actually. Her buzzed mind began to form a thought...and just like that it was gone again. Replaced with the thought of -Woo more people to talk to!-

Castille nodded to Alexandre, tiara coming slightly loose. She picked it up off her head and stuck it back firmly before saying. "We went to school together. I met her one day before volleyball."

"I've been really good!" She continued. Other than the fact that she got the hell beaten out of her in a fight just a few days ago, and some of the bruises on her back and face weren't painted on at all. Her mild limp was also not faked, though she tried really hard to hide it. She hoped adding other marks to her face would take away form the bruise on her chin, just in case she ran into the civilian that was really Sailor Leto. "Just living the dream I guess. If your dream is school." She laughed at her own joke, moving her shoulder under Venice to keep it from cramping. "And I'm glad you've been busy. Being busy is much better than being boring."

Venice couldn't help but laugh out loud at Alexandre's remark and after shaking his hand had an incredible need to give him a playful shove (those big manly muscles she was sporting may have meant it hurt just a little!)

"Those are the best kind though!! Plus I think my concious is just drunk from the level of alcohol i have in my body at any one time. Seriously if i stopped drinking I would become a nun!"

She let Castille free from her grasp after the introductions were finished, the last thing she wanted was a violation charge on top of the possible drunk & disorderly, noise and battery charges she may have to face in the morning. She was not ruling out a fight just yet!! Busying herself with slamming back the last of her drink she gave out a long low sigh when Lily asked about the drinks. She wasn't upset, not by any means, if anything it sounded almost like a purr.

"Oh sweetie, live a little! Of course there soda! Coke, lemonade, young virgins blood, all the good stuff. We are even fancy enough to have tap water here! I kid you not, real dust ridden tap water! Help yourself!"

Castille laughed, finally released from Venice. She rubbed shoulder slightly, working out the stiff muscle. "You guys have really known eachother that long?" She asked, trying to imagine knowing someone for that much time. Her friends didn't come into her life until kindergarten mostly. She supposed besides her parents, her younger sister knew her the longest.

"That's awfully busy." She remarked, pulling the edge of her dress closer to prevent a random zombie from stumbling on it. The affection between Alexandre and Lily was sweet, but abundant enough that Castille felt slightly uncomfortable. Most friends were close yes, but...she wasn't sure. He acted more like they were dating than friends. But she was most likely wrong. Heck, maybe that's how lifelong friends acted. She went to take a sip of her drink and realized that she had finished it long ago. That's right, she was holding off on more until the other two cups ran their course. "You know, something non-alcoholic might suit me just fine too." She said, shaking her cup. "We should go and find it."

"My ma used to say that a freckle must appear each time I get a kiss," Kess didn't need to comment further, as anyone would notice her over-abundance of marks, and instead, she glaaaaanced across the room. Marlo, and her? No me gusta.

To her credit [or not], Kess hardly reacted when the blood poured out across the table, brows climbing slightly as she braced Jada, watching the younger girl slosh in the mess ineffectually. There was a large stack of napkins on the table, and she stretched out a freckled arm, pushing it into the goo and watching it absorb. Eventually, she was able to scoop it up, and dump it in the trashcan nearby. Smart party planning.

"What's wrong with being short, lovely?"

She snagged the jug from Jada's drunken grip, shoving it back under the table. The girl had more than enough wet blood all over her costume and body now, that a more effective attack would just be touching the poor fellow.

"Right. Backing you." Dark eyes searched for Ashley. If she'd ever needed a wingwoman...

A wingwoman that appeared to be drunkenly dozing at the brain-eating table. Kess made a note to draw on her face with sharpie, later in the evening, and resigned herself to trailing Jada's stumbling shuffle.

"Operation: Bloodbath is a go!"