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Kieran was glad that she could manage wearing heels, if she hadn’t she was sure when the DJ ran into her she would have ended face planting into the floor. Luckily she had taken a few days of practice by walking around with them on campus and Ahm helped by holding on to her instead of leaving her to fend on her own.
“Yea…” Kieran replied with a look of relief on her face as she smoothed one of the ruffles down on the edge of her dress. At least the music was pretty good so she couldn’t complain a whole lot, plus the night was going pretty well.

As Ahm lead her away from the dance floor she realized that she was actually sort of hungry consider it had been a couple of hours since lunch. Just the smell was rather enticing as they got closer to the refreshments she realized she better have something before her stomach would start rumbling for the rest of the students to hear. “Sure I would love something to eat, where should we sit?” She asked looking around the room for any empty seats for them to occupy.

Christof sagged a bit in disappointment, but understood Duty all too well. He nodded, and gently reached for her hand before she completely withdrew, bowing politely before pressing the back of her knuckles to his stitched lips.

"If you hadn't figured that out yet, I'd be a bit worried about you." She grinned, placing a hand on her hip with a wicked smile. Cheeky? More like sass master 5000. Someone had to provide the wit in this relationship.

Humming lightly, the ghoul tapped her lips as she danced. Maybe...? Her eyes lit up as she thought up the dance she wanted to learn. "Two stepping! Teach me how to two step!" Because, as a cowboil, he should know how to do that one.

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Kiwi smiled in response, and accepted Ying's arm as he carried them out across the school grounds towards the booths. He only hoped he didn't embarrass himself, and that maybe, if he was lucky, he could win something for Ying too.

[Exiting with Ying]

Enzo beamed as Joachim caught up with him and Amarus, grinning widely as he clapped his friend on the shoulder, "That was the BEES KNEES, my friend!! They was all hoppin'. I knew it would work and I KNEW I could count on you, Joa, my man!" He gave the red head a good jab to the chest with a finger before straightening his hat, "We rocked it, ab-so-lutely. And there AUGHTA be a next time! You know how much we could rake in doin' that with the critter band at the Maul?" He wasn't talking about donations, but that was beside the point. Joa's little mouse friend conducting had been the perfect touch. The shorter Reaper approved wholeheartedly.

[entering]


The music had met them before they'd actually gotten to the entrance, and by the time the pair had actually made it into the big top again Nergui was already swaying to the music. It was nothing she was used to, none of the songs being played was, but she was finding that she didn't mind it in the least. At least she had liked what she'd heard from this band in particular so far, but that may have been because they were almost exclusively what she'd heard.

Regardless, it was something she could move to. Perhaps not in any classical form of dance, but then, in this crowd, who was?

Her grip on Soren's hand only seemed to tighten as she lead the tall stallion on onto the floor, before leaning back against him, curling his arm around her as her hips rolled from side to side. one delicate hand reaching back to rest against the back of his thigh.

It was fun. She was actually laughing, until she caught sight of Majoll and her movements faltered as she let out a growl under her breath. Low and venomous, and possibly too quiet to hear, but Soren could surely feel it rumbling through her small frame as she stared daggers at the other death horsewoman. Fingers tightening where they rested at arm and thigh. Hanging onto him as if afraid of what she'd do if she allowed herself to move even an inch closer to the other mare.






'Sexy and I Know it' ended, and Seiji managed to shrug back into his shirt and vest without either coming untucked. That was skill right there. There were even enough buttons left for him to reclaim the dapper appearance he'd started the night with. Well, almost. His hair was beginning to come free of his pony tail, long strands of inky black hanging down along his cheeks. Hey, it was hard to play the drums for hours on end and not show some signs of effort.

The next song was a little more low key. Not exactly slower, but tempo wise, but a little easier on the band as a whole. It also carried enough significant meaning for at least two members to sink a small ship. Seiji very pointedly avoided looking in Junko's direction as he played and provided any back harmonies. Instead he kept his head down for the most part, looking up only in small eye flicks to make sure Sarias was still there.

He did happen to catch sight of his ex at one point, and his gaze lingered on her, features almost indifferent, before forcing his attention back to his drums. There was still a hint of animosity there, but for the most part, Seiji was finally over her. He'd begun moving on, he had feelings for someone else again, and he no longer ever really thought of the past.

It was a nice realization.








Her work with the band now officially over for the night, Hadiyya returned to Marosa, looped her arms around his neck, and pulled him in against her as she began to sway in time to the next song as it began playing. "Sorry about that, promises to keep."

Matty really hadn't been too sure what to do. Vanya hadn't spoken a word, and from what he could see of the ghoul had become a washed out and monochromatic version of herself. He didn't dare to raise his eyes to meet hers, but when she didn't actually answer his question about whether she was okay, he felt a quick rise in his irritation towards this nights events. Scowling down at the floor, he lifted up arms to cross over his chest, and turned his body so he was no longer facing her, but instead back out towards the dance floor, cheeks feeling hot and flushed. It wasn't his fault. No matter what was going on, she could not blame him for it. If she tried to touch him at that point, he would take a shuffling step away from her and grumble something under his breath. He was not amused by this situation, and he no longer wanted any part in it. Let her serve herself for the night, or find Frost and spend the rest of the evening with him. He was done.

He felt rather then saw the approach of somebody who stood next to him at the table, ears twitching in that direction. He was still keeping his eyes relatively down cast, standing with shoulders hunched and a surly expression on his face and refusing to to anything as everyone around him continued to dance and eat and have a good time. He heard the light crunching of a cookie, the sound only adding to his irritation as though it were more like nails on a chalkboard, and he finally turned his head that way, looking at shoes, up to dress pants, jacket, chains, ruffles, lace, and further up still, climbing the familiar looking and quite impressive set of clothes that Mathias had to admire on an unfamiliar tall body, to a face that rather surprised him to say the least.

It was Jove. Or at least, he thought it was Jove? It certainly looked like the boil he had fought in the gym except...hadn't he been a lot closer to Matty's height back then?

"Das gibts doch nicht..." He whispered, squinting at the other boil, and reaching out as though to prod him with one long, black, and pointed nail in the shoulder to see if he was indeed real...though he supposed since he was a ghost maybe...it was possible? He didn't really know much about other species or races of Halloween Creatures beyond the ones that lived in his forest home. He stopped before doing so, however, letting his hand drop as some dance competition started, and some strange ghoul made her way over towards Jove and actually tried to hug Matty as well aldgjlsdjlajgldsglsadg.

He had somehow managed to avoid that by ducking and nearly running back into Vanya again..if she was even still around by this point he hadn't really been paying any attention to her. He probably should say hello to Jove though, surely...unless this was not indeed Jove, and was somebody else. The boil hadn't said anything to Matty (not that that would have been a surprise) but he just...he just didn't know!

Keeping his silence, he opted to instead grab for one of the spookies from the bowl the Jove-somewhat-look-alike was eating out of, and nibbled on it, then stopped to make a face at it with some amount of distaste. Sugary, sweet, crispy....he honestly preferred to chew on meat, soft and juicy berries if nothing else. He placed the nibbled on spooky back on the table, glancing towards the maybe-Jove again, offering an uncertain and tiny smile....

And then the lights dimmed. and the Wolpertinger glanced up, as it seemed the whole room did, towards the stage. The Student Council was up, performing small tricks with some cards, and announcing names. When Jove's name was called, and the boil beside him moved towards the stage, the Wolpertinger knew for sure. That had been Jove, and he had basically ignored him the whole time.

And what was worse, the boil had only just won an award of some sort, a title of prince, and was going to have to go and stand in front of all of these creeple.

He shuddered, but then got a hold of his senses and at least clapped for the boil, thinking to himself that he really aught to approach him when he wasn't busy and apologize...or not. He'd probably just talk to him like nothing had happened at all, honestly.

And then it was back to silently brooding grumpily because everyone was dancing again and there were lots of twirling dresses or lack of dresses to twirl that he needed to avert his gaze from lest he fall into a stupor.

Well, at least she was going to be taught how to dance. If she got this one right, maybe then she could keep going for the rest of the night no problem. The ghoul did as she told, put her hands where instructed and nodded, keeping that one piece of information in mind. Don't step on toes. She could try this, even if in heels.

Olivia was rather getting fond of the nickname she had gained too. "Waltz?" She repeated and shook her head. Familiar a little, like the name but not the context or the actual dance itself. And before there was much a reply from the older ghoul, they were on their way. There were a few stumbles in the beginning, loose feet unsure of the steps but once she looked down it was clear to see where Mjoll was going with this and slowly but surely she was starting to get it.

She did like the idea of getting to dance all nicely with Andrew though, since they should at least dance once. That was the whole point of this, yes?

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