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Livid. Terrifying. Maybe he should go back. Say sorry to Peyton and Becca and... Wait, she was mad at him after all? Even more reason to bail out.

"Mad at me for......huh? ....OH--" Oh by turning her down then... "Oh.. you mean the... um.." He didn't want to say it. Not the S word. Not aloud. It was embarrassing. Something so intimate was definitly embarrassing. "But um.. somene like you.. it'd be easy to get any guy, right? I mean.. I'm just."

He gestured to himself.

"And you're like.."

He shyly gestured to her.

Maebe was plucking one nail with another, staring at the impeccable manicure job, when he gestured to to her. Then she nodded. Because he was right.

"You don't have to tell me. I know." She informed him, with utter seriousness - for all of five seconds. Then she grinned, all teeth and red lips. "But that's not what matters. I wasn't offering it up to any guy. I was offering it to you. So you see my dilemma."

Her grin fell into something more wry, pursing her lips as she gave him a very obvious once over. "Also? You like, shouldn't put yourself down like that. You're a total hottie. I kind of have standards, you know? If you weren't cute, I wouldn't even have given you the time of day."

Even though petty reasons had given Otto a little nudge of an advantage when he was first being judged, she wouldn't even have touched him. She had her limits. "Have some self-respect. 'Kay?"

If there was anything at all that Finn Connor had learned in the last few years since he got together with Fini, it was that women took forever to get ready. At first it was endearing (She just wanted to look good for him, after all!). And then the novelty began to wear away, bit by bit, (There were going to be so many people there, she just can't look bad in front of them!) because more and more it seemed like she was only getting ready for everyone else.

If there was anything at all that Finn Connor had learned in the last eight months, it was that pregnant women were ten times worse in this regard. At least, his pregnant woman was, and that was the only one that mattered, especially when she broke down practically crying in the middle of getting her make up on to moan about how fat she looked (You don't look fat, Fini, you look pregnant, nobody is going to think you look fat), or how awful she looked (No, Fini, you look absolutely beautiful). Of course, in her opinion, he was supposed to say those things, and no matter how much he insisted that he meant them, it felt like it just didn't make any difference, because there were all of these other people that didn't think she was beautiful.

Wasn't he supposed to be the only one that mattered??

Finally tired of waiting, Finn had left, giving his wife the excuse that he would go early, find her a nice spot to sit and relax for the night, get her some food, something non-alcoholic to drink, etc. His own outfit had only taken minutes to throw on, anyways, if that wasn't already obscenely obvious by the way it barely seemed to match or the fact that his tie wasn't even on straight. But this is who he was, people. Deal with it.

His dark brown hair was at least, for the most part, slicked back and tied into a pony tail, with only a few loose pieces to frame his face. A pair of glasses sat low on his nose as he walked into the room, though that was remedied quickly as he raised an index finger to push them back up, his gaze sliding around the almost too finely decorated room with all of it's pristine...well...Everything.

There were a few faces he recognized, including his sisters, but it was none of those that he bothered with, the hunter first locking in on one of the waiters with their trays, stacked with fluted glasses full of champagne. A broad smile was given to anybody who might look his way, and a wave of his hand, a cheerful glint in his gaze that gave nothing away of his irritations.

Two glasses of champagne acquired and downed later, he fished his cell phone out of his pocket.



Oddly enough, he reserved a lot of the worst part of his personality for his "brother", perhaps only because he felt like he had absolutely no part of himself to hide from the other man.

Otto looked up suddenly from his turtle shelling, and his eyes wide with surprise pointed themselves at Maebe. "R...Really?" He asked with an awkward smile, his posture loosening slightly.

Well. It wasn't another rejection.

"Yes, idiot." She muttered out, reaching over to pull him up against her. "You brought me here, I came, and maybe you're not going to get as lucky as you thought you were, but."

Was he shaking? She was holding a shaking turtle boy in her arms. This was all your fault for being late, Alistaire.

"Wait." She put her hand on his lips, stopping him from coming any further. "You've kissed girls before, right? If you don't know how to kiss, I swear to God I don't know what I will do."

Whatever it was, it would be violent.

Milo showed up, looking like he had cleaned up rather decently. He had showered, his hair looked brushed and he didn't smell of sea salt. He had even put on a nice suit, though underneath was still just a little bit blinding. Jirou had made a face when he saw it, and decided not to question where his brother had gotten it before the Sun trainee departed for the party.

His first thought was to visit the buffet table. Because food, but the brunette found himself in what appeared to be the main room. And the more vastly populated one, excellent. Seemed more of a place to find those he knew. But who he found first was one that wasn't all too familiar, though maybe a little in passing. "Well, hello unfamiliar face ~" He greeted Taani, being mindful of those bare feet but in the same edging into some personal space with a tap on the shoulder and a wide pleasant smile.

Otto's smile returned. If he was experienced, that meant she was okay with it, right? No girl wanted a boy who didn't know what he was doing! Well... except Clerise, but she was really the one doing him the favour.

Even better, Maebe removed her tall heels. He was acustomed to kissing a tall girl, thanks to Clerise again, but this was way better. Nose to nose, eye to eye. He felt on equal terms now. This felt natural. Less intimidating. "Cool.." He responded a little naively, a dumb but happy smile on his face.

A lot less awkwardly, and a lot more readily, Otto leaned in for the kiss.