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Beth's stomach flipped as Rob took her hand and kissed it. From his smirk to the burr of his accent, to the lingering squeeze of her fingers, he knew exactly what he was doing. And she acutely felt the effect. Her smile widened, indulgent; she put the kissed hand up to her own lips and giggled into it. She shot a glance to Sylvia as if to say, "This guy, amirite?" But she had to take a moment to clear her throat before responding, "Well, I hope there's some pleasure left for me, or what other used do I have for you?"

She was somewhat surprised by her own flirtation. Maybe it was the excitement of dressing as someone or something else. That was the underpinning of subversion festivals, right? The chance to be something you weren't normally without your everyday flaws and fears?

Maybe she needed to wear red more often.

Whether she would have continued or desisted was decided for her as Asher skulked up. Perhaps she would have noticed that it was more of a frantic fleeing than his typical slouch. But as it was, she had no intention of letting him burst her little bubble of joy. So she excused herself from Rob and followed after Sylvia and Brian.

Beth found herself delivered somewhere near Songtao, which she let work for her. Sylvia and Brian were more intent on occupying themselves with drinks and food, which Beth was not quite in need of. Yet.

She smiled at Song's compliment. Glamorous was perfect. She blinked, not expecting Song to be familiar with vampire fiction. "Um...yes!" She said a bit too enthusiastically. "It's hard to dress as a character from literature. There's really no unifying iconography--or, er, popular image to make them recognizable." She tilted her head, considering Song. "I'm kind of impressed you could name drop Camilla."






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"Or both if you're greedy." Misha left her hand on Ed's shoulder in a lazy, friendly sort of way. She did not object to his hand on her hip either. It was all in the spirit of good fun, after all. No promises or lead-ons. No plans for the night yet other than having a good time.

Her smile shifted towards a sort of beaming innocence at complete odds with both her costume and her flirting moments past. "Which I'm not," she added. She took a moment to look each of the three men around her in the eye firmly. "I dare you to say differently."

"Bruh! The art style for the whole move was pretty nice, but I feel like they could've done a better job with everything. It seemed really rushed and half-assed, like the Batman vs Superman movie..." an hours worth of missing content? Why would you do that?! She thought Asher was about to say something but shrugged with a smile as he waved her off. Waldo was a strange one...She wasn't about to worry about the dismissal, giving Rob a hug back, figuring he was going to go with Asher to where ever they would be. "Have fun~"

Now, where to next?

Mercy scanned the room, looking for the familiar black curls of Misha. She hasn't really said anything to her just yet and here she was, enjoying the party without saying hello. Rudeness. Soon enough, she spotted the sultry woman right where her next destination would be, walking towards the little group she was currently in. The picture of Ed and Mal on either side of Misha made mercy think of a mistress with an exotic harem of sorts...

Or more like a stud owner, which seemed more appropriate. There wasn't a male chosen on this campus that WASN'T unattractive. Oh! She forgot one more~ Mercy walked up to the opposite side of Mal, waving to Caleb and Ed just as she gently nudged Mal. "Misha, Misha, Misha....Such a fine collection of men you have here!" She gasped quietly. "Indiana Jones, Captain America, AND Tom Brady?! I'm almost jealous~" But of course Cat Woman would have nothing but the finest, just like she did in the comics.

Ah...The punch!

Mercy quickly poured herself a cup, sipping with an eye roll at the fact that the punch was Already spiked. Welp, she could think of a couple people that might've done it, but who was she to care?! TURN UP times 20! "Well, didn't take long for the punch to get spiked..."

Sylvia shrugged, a sort of, ‘Why not?’ look on her face. She wasn’t a big drinker, but she wouldn’t mind getting a bit buzzed or tipsy.

“Well, good.” Getting most of the stains out was something, even if he couldn’t get them all. And having a designated mission shirt might be a good thing. She… couldn’t tell if his last comment was a bit of flirting, but either way she offered a playful smile back, “I’ll keep that in mind. Thank you.” Who knew when she might actually need to take him up on it; she could assume there would be more clothes-destroying missions in their futures…

She placed her plate on top of her cup briefly so that she could begin munching on a carrot. “And how are you holding up?” She wasn’t giving him a serious stare or anything, but she did genuinely want to know how he was doing. Brian was more used to action and pressure than probably most of them were, but still – this was a whole other realm even for him.

She somehow felt a little flattered when Brian’s smile widened. She wasn’t sure that it meant much, but it was a nice feeling. And Brian had a good smile.

‘Alright’ wasn’t exactly the descriptor she was hoping for, but it wasn’t bad. She believed him for now, at least. She gave a smile and a nod to acknowledge so. When he turned the question back, her head tilted slightly, “I’m… good. I went home today, which was sort of weird; I’ll definitely have to go back for longer sometime. And I’m still a little out of sorts sometimes in general. But now that I’m here,” she gestured at the party, smiling at the growing groups, “feeling pretty and talking with friends,” a little flutter of lashes for emphasis, “I’m feeling pretty good.” She chuckled a bit and started in on another carrot.

She nodded at his stubble, “Did you end up getting to shave when you got back, or did Misha catch you before you could?” An amused grin lingered on her lips. She was a bit surprised at how much influence Misha had been able to have on his choice of costume, but she admittedly didn’t know much about Misha in general yet. Depending on how pushy she was, perhaps this was the best compromise – especially if Brian hadn’t had too many of his own suggestions.

"If not a princess, than what?" She had dared him. There was a certain shine to pale eyes, a lack of tension in broad shoulders, that suggested the ex-bouncer was already having a good time. Buzzed, at the very least, boardering on tipdy. His mission for the night was to get drunk, and he was well on his way to succeeding.

This meant that he didn't seem to care when Amal leaned in to kiss Misha, though whether or not he would have otherwise was bearable. He chuckled, leaning in to the cat burglar, and murmured something beside her ear before Mercy's arrival proved distracting.

"Don't you look pretty," he commented warmly, smirking at her referring to the himself and the other men as a harem.

"Oh someone got to it before you, Mr. Jones." He didn't know the other man's name, yet, but he imagined that would change by the end of the night. "You just made it better." And speaking to that, his glass was in need of refilling.

"Thank you, hun~ Only you would be able to rock a leather suit like that and slay the entire party."

Kisses huh?

Mercy raised a playful eyebrow, taking another sip of her punch. She was about to entertain Mal's offer, but she didn't feel left out though which had her hesitating a little bit, a certain fire twinkling behind her eyes. She was about to say something but gasped and pushed Mal playfully. "And here I was about to take you up on that kiss! Mal you hussy!~"

She looked to Ed then, tossing a wink his way. "Why thank you captain~ You don't look so bad yourself~" There was a small blush crossing her cheeks from the alcohol, taking another sip while the buzz started to settle in. Too bad they couldn't have parties like this all the time! She loved being able to relax like this and just be herself. However, she wanted to try something a bit spontaneous...

Mercy tilted her head, thinking for all of two seconds before she gently tugged Mal over to her, by the collar of his shirt, placing her lips to his. She pulled back slowly, taking his lower lip between her teeth, letting go with a wink. "Well, what do you know, I was feeling left out after all~" and now, she had a goal in mind that may or may not involve another chosen who she was quite curious about.

Lex collected a plate of small finger foods before pausing, looking over the chosen in... was that power armor? They raised a neat brow and drifted over to get a better look.

"Now, I do have to ask. Are you going to explode, and should I ask our hostess where the fire extinguishers are?" Lex questioned, being careful to keep out of the very large blind spot they expected that helmet would cause. "I do have to praise your ability to plan, probably months ahead. Your costume is very awesome and looks like a few months of work if not more."