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Peanut just watched the cutie sisters and the merlady dart off toward the older phonies. His heart sank a little thinking that maybe he is being left behind. Or.. just got ditched.

Is this the feeling of being ditched...? He doesnot know. It was all too new to him. Living alone for so long made his mindset become stronger than that.

Taking another glance at the foody table, he noticed a rather chubby pegasus chomping down on sandwiches with an extremely over-sized hat... Wait a minute, was his mind playing tricks on him or was that THE CHEF that he is uber fan of? Rubbing his eyes with the side of his hoof, the little bab blinked a few times staring with a wide open mouth.... "is that...chef?'" ......... if so, he never would have guessed that it was him actually ATTENDING a costume party at the creepy unheard of mansion...

He watched and watched until... well until another adult came into the scene dressed up as something he had never seen before or have heard of... that's what happens when i live out in the woods.. i guess..

Why are there so many adults...? The only babs he sees so far is himself and that little ballerina girl over yonder in the far side of the room...

But that voice... when the pegasus spoke.. he KNEW that it was CHEF. not quite sure if he wanted to approach him, Peanut kept distance... just in case the famous man wants to relax and enjoy the party without having a thing like him around.

he turned at the other pegasus with blonde hair. "Y-yes. I am a banana. What are you?"






Holycrap need to quote the people but i can't remember at top of my head!

A dark corner in a party could mean a lot of things. Rocky was not so blind as to think any of the things he was thinking about would actually come to pass, though pretending otherwise was still a thrill. He was all smiles that bordered on a playful grin -- until he got a chest full of hoof.

"Ow," was his meek response, rubbing his fake leg against the spot, somewhere between pouting and sulking as Jolly Roger snapped at him. It wasn't until a good solid minute after the pirate stopped talking that the draft realized what he meant: he actually thought Rocky was there to play a trick on him? ...did that mean his flirting was working?

Snorting indignantly (and with small measure of pride), he fixed Jolly Roger with what he hoped was a serious expression. (He'd never know. He wasn't exactly good at being serious.) "Darlin', the only lass I've met near the sea was Cast Aweigh - doll that she was - and she'd never put no one up to nothin'."

Finally putting his hoof down from the stabbing, he offered an undaunted smile as bright and brilliant as any. "Now it's sweet you think I'm part of a grand joke, but I promise, I'm here 'cause I want to be -- at the party and here with you." His withers rolled in a shrug. "It's a shame you can't see how attractive you are, but I can help with that."

He paused. "Unless you mean the date thing. That, I uh..." The cowboy persona slipped a little, suddenly allergic to eye contact. "...mighta just...said to the entire group yonder." Rocky cleared his throat and stared at the wall with only brief, intermittent glances towards the parrot he imagined was two steps from murdering him or stalking out. Or both. Possibly at the same time.

"Oh I am totally amped to see your moves" she laughed as she was spun. Her hair acted as an object all it's own as the flutter made his moves. Despite her well rounded figure Geode could easily keep up with the masked stallion. She'd come for a party and found a great dance partner, what a steal!

Geode was not shy in their movement and groove. She kept giving him plenty of flirtatious looks and using her wings to keep herself a bit lighter on her feet. Once he finally stopped for a rest she would giggle, "Dude you are fantabulous! It's been awhile since I've meet someone so in the mix! Now, how about I show YOU some moves?"

She grinned flew over to the DJ, giving him a few bucks and asking for a specific song. Taking her place on the floor, she grabbed him and began rocking to the beat of "Take on Me". She thought it was a romantic song and had a good beat to dance too.

Happiness bubbled up inside of the little Filly, and soon enough a light and loving giggling sound was escaping her. It was if for a brief moment, all of the scary costumes and frightening encounters had all vanished in the mare's hooves. With a large smile upon her face, she eagerly looked the mare in the eyes, absorbing the explanation given to her.

Eventually her head bobbed up and down as Out of Orbit attempted to demonstrate her recall.

"It is nice to meet you, Totoro! My name is Out of Orbit!" She giggled once more, finding it quite fun now that she understood that this was pretend. "You are cute! Would I be allowed to visit you in the forest?"

The Flutter found that even though Geode was a little rounder than the average phony, she moved as easily, even smoother, than anyone else he'd danced with. When they paused, she'd giggle, and he'd smirk. Her hair flew willy nilly and it was killer.

She seemed to want to show off her own moves, and he watched her flutter off towards the DJ, taking a brief respite from dancing.This Geode was one cool cat. He could see hanging out with her for a while.

When the song came on, he tilted his head in confusion. He didn't recognize the tune, and as she came back, he asked "What song is this?"

“Oh, I dunno about an autograph… I haven’t been in that much yet.” False modesty was something that required practice. While it was true that she had been in some films, they were mostly B horror and sci-fi movies. She was very proud of them and they were a lot of fun to do, but not something most people would be familiar with.

Fantasia’s cold demeanor towards the sister’s melted a little at the enthusiasm. “Oh quite a few professionals yes! I make a few of my own now and then, but you can never do without a good make-up artist.”

To the mer, she coo’d “That is so clever, environmentally friendly. I bet you do wonders if water resistant things. I’m always looking for a good resistant fabric and make-up tips.”

Looking at the group and upon closer inspection, Fantasia found the craftsmanship of the sister’s costumes very nice as well, even if one of them looked more ridiculous than cute. “The work on the both of your costumes is very nice, home made? I don’t know what a Totoro is, but that sounds like a quaint movie.”

Jolly Roger hadn’t been expecting a confession right away. The cowboy would no doubt to try talk his way out of the situation, deny the accusations and probably retreat knowing he’d been found out. If he felt morally obligated, he might contact the pirates that had hired him, inform them the gig was up and disappear into the night or turn his attentions to someone he was actually interested in. It was all worked out in Jolly Roger’s head. Every angle.

Except for the one that involved a very convincing smile and a denial that Jolly Roger actually wanted to believe. Of course, that brought with it an entirely new set of troubles. Knowing somebody thought you were attractive was genuinely terrifying.

Jolly Roger started listening to Rocky Road’s ‘confession’ with a baleful glower that only got weaker and more confused by the second. It had been a long time since he’d considered a romantic entanglement. There had been that lass - TART, was her highly appropriate name. He’d been railroaded so thoroughly by her looks and manners he’d taken her back to the ship; and had been mortified afterwards, even if he had enjoyed the brief company. It wasn't going to happen again.

At least the stallion’s admission about telling everyone JR was his date gave him some solid ground to stand on, something to remain indignant about. "Scallywag," he gave Rocky Road another prod in the chest and then felt weirdly flustered about touching him, "damn you to the depths." Was he blushing? Yes. Very obviously. Which only meant he needed to be more pirate-y. More cutthroat. "It makes no difference what ye told that group. We both know I’m not ye style. Off with you now. Find a pretty lass. There are plenty battin’ their eyes."