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Chel smiled brightly, happy to have won a debate for once. "Damn straight I'm purdy." She flipped her brown hair to accent the point. Even if she didn't believe it as much anymore, her arrogant shield would never go away.

She did indeed lead Dawson to the dance floor, and found a spot for them to sway and swish. Chel was naturally found in the mosh pit, but outside she wasn't so bad either. Certainly not raunchy, but also not classy. Somewhere in the middle of all dance styles. Just somewhat average, but not bad to look at. Especially with her costumes current advantages.

Every once in a while she would use Dawson in her moves, making it a somewhat more coupled dance. If anyone was watching, she didn't care though. It wasn't as though Chel had been a nun- she'd flirt with anyone and everyone without a second thought, and Dawson was no exception.

"God I'll drink to that," she said, regarding the food. "But my place got a little kitchen. Yer welcome any time if ya wanna cook stuff with me," she said with a grin. "Don't suppose ya know how to make hush puppies?"

Chel's face softened a little at his invitation. It was certainly kind of him, but all it told Chel was just how green he was.

As they moved, Chel held up her silvery bracelet and said, "Wish I could, cowboy. This here's a bracelet from the death division. They give it to ya when you ******** up. S'got a bomb in it that's gonna blow if I ********' even think about leavin' the island." She laughed, something strangely full sounding for the pessimistic things she was saying. "Sorry, shoulda told you earlier!"

She grinned, genuinely enjoying herself for a little while in Dawson's presence. There was something very alluring about being the intelligent one, about being the one with knowledge in the situation. "I don't know how ta make hush puppies neither, but I'm guessing our two noggins could figure it out?"

"Now I think you at least owe me dinner before I tell ya that," Chel said, tapping Dawson on the nose and shimmying up against his chest before backing off and letting out a hollering laugh. "Naw, I just made some deals with the wrong people. Possession and a half later and here we are."

Of course the situation was entirely more complicated than that, but she didn't let Dawson, a guy she'd only met, know more.

"Well it's just fried cornbread yeah? Might be hard on the island- fancy cookwear and oil and s**t for that kinda hard to come by, but it's always worth a shot." Chel could feel the buzz of her alcohol already kicking in, and it wasn't helping her at all, but an addled mind insisted that it was. "How long you been on the island anyways?"

Nora laughed at Cee's enthusiastic greeting and managed to simultaneously pat the other woman's cheek and pass her one of the cookies and cream rice krispies. "And don't you make for a good royal yourself! Enjoy~" she cooed as the social butterfly went off and flitted around. Technically she ought to be doing the same (hell, following Cee seemed to be a good idea as far as introducing herself to other people)...But the Sun nibbled one one of her own cupcakes instead, watching everyone from under the shadow of her little witch hat.

Rep, in between eating pilfered candy, attended to the various calls for more booze, keeping people topped up all around the bar.

Unless they were Taym, Taym would have to go bother Harrison.

Noticing Peyton and Heidi together, America snuck up to that section of the bar and hugged both blondes from behind, planting a messy smooch on Peyton's cheek. "Hey there pretty ladies, you both look ready to fight s**t with tentacles." While not the most savvy concerning 'geek s**t' she had, of course, peeked in Dwight's porn folders a few times while borrowing his laptop. She'd been so surprised and curious to find thumbnails for cartoons.


The sexy pirate held up two fingers and called out with a grin, "Rum!"

Later, she sought out Taym and then, shoving a drink at him pulling at his elbow, reached her true destination. "Nora! What'dya brew up for us?" Handing the witch the other drink, America picked up one of the cupcakes and proceeded to shamelessly shove a whole one into her mouth. "ISH OO GOO!"

And then the redhead was running off to put out a literal fire, leaving the two behind.

Bewildered, Taym watched her go until he became aware of the fact that he now had a drink, and put the oversized pirate hat he was still carrying down on a barstool so that he could steadily work on no longer having a drink.

"Nora," he said, vaguely recognizing her from the spar with Cami. He had a hunted look quickly stifled, replaced with a premeditated Cool Guy zen that couldn't have fooled her at this point but which was, nonetheless, comforting. And then, in a tone equal parts exhausted and pleased and slightly proprietary as he turned away from watching America coaxing controlled chaos out of just plain chaos: "Hurricane in knee-highs. Are there peaches?"

"I'll get you a beer, you cheap b*****d."

That Jan had better pay for.

"You picking up any vibes from the minipets over there?"