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Sylvia shrugged, “I’ll get over it eventually. I’ll definitely have to spend more time at home to get there, though.” Her eyes got wide and she gave an awkward smile that indicated she didn’t quite want to do that yet. Oh well. She had another week before she could travel out anyway.

Sylvia giggled at the term ‘Baby Face’. She would not have described Brian’s face, stubble or no, as a ‘baby face’, but if she remembered Green Arrow properly the stubble was accurate. His follow-up made her lips curl into a playful, almost wicked smile. “Oh? But you seem so comfortable without a shirt on.” She took a sip of her punch, trying to look innocent (and probably failing). She gave a shrug after, eyes traveling Brian’s costume, “Can’t blame a girl for trying.”

Sylvia offered that smile and he shook his head. There was no use in pretending that this all was easy. She would go home when she wanted to go home, work when she wanted to work, and hang out at the Prytaneum when she wanted to escape. He did the same damn thing.

Then the subject changed to more physical matters and he snickered.

"Yeah, well, appearances can be misleading," he replied and took a sip from his cup. "Oh-ho! Well then. I guess you can't. Leather's not bad, though, right?"

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Misha returned just in time to see Mercy claiming her own kiss from Mal and she giggled. Her hands full of the filled cups, she could not do much in the way of fist-pumping but she still had her voice and that was a very dangerous weapon, indeed. "My goodness, Mercy," she drawled, more laughter beneath the surface of the sudden Southern Honey purr, "I leave you alone for one moment and you go losing your head over Mal. Be careful, girlfriend. He's a charmer."

The warning was light and full of amusement; no one was dangerous here and all were friends. Misha felt lit up from the inside at how well things were going. She delivered Mal's cup back to him with a wink that was half playful, half sultry, all promising. Then she brought Ed his cup. "Are you going to take your turn with Mal now or can I steal you away for that little offer you made?"

Briiva turned, albeit slowly, when she head Lex speak up. She remembered them only because as a tiger she had pounced on Lex and done her best to make them tiger food. She still felt bad about it, but felt that it would be an awkward thing to bring up.

Fortunately, Lex asked her about her costume, not her penchant to try devour humans as a quadruped predator. "I hope I'm not going to explode. I worked really hard to make sure that these micro-thrusts were wired correctly." She flexed her hand and the rockets hidden in the paneling at her elbow roared to life, though do to their size, the roar was at a bearable decibel level. Briiva did her best to keep her arm still during the demonstration, relaxing her fist before she accidentally punched anyone. The rockets died down leaving Briiva looking all together pleased with herself.

"I've spent the better part of a year, off and on with this thing. The plan was to go to a convention with it,, I just happened to be close enough that I could take it out tonight for a test run." Briiva paused to pull of her helmet, that way it was easier to converse. "I love your outfit as well! I love period pieces. Admittedly, I don't think I actually even own a dress."

That voice seemed familiar but ultimately they couldn't place a name or a face with the voice. Lex gave a soft smile and restrained from taking a few steps back. They might want to vacate, a bit later. Rockets, impressive, and who the heck had any sort of working rockets in their costume.

Crazy people, that was who.

"I can see the hard work that went into it," Lex replied, keeping from saying that not adding the rockets might have allowed them to focus more on the body. "I'm sure you will be the talk of the convention." Or cause a disturbance. Rockets.

They paused, looking Briiva over... faintly familiar. But not easy to place a name to the face. "Thank you, I have several dresses from this era... I'm rather found of them." They gave a small twirl, letting the gauze trail behind them for a moment.

Annd fire. Yeah, Lex was going to discretely figure out where the fire extinguishers are.

Ooh, good. Something about fuel line disconnection so not to explode, but it seemed no here.

"It just knowing the style to fit my body type. The Jazz age styles is a good fit, and paired with a shawl," They stroked over the light gauze, "gives a bit of oomph, and allows a little bit of flair." They paused, looking Briiva over, thoughtful.

"I could take you out shopping... if you would like." They offered.

Rob wasn't absent from the party for very long. He strolled back into the gym in short order with a contented smile on his face and a slightly bleary look in his eyes. He didn't reek of pot, though if one got close enough one could certainly smell it on him, especially in his hair. That was some potent s**t Asher had shared with him; he'd have to thank him in some way eventually. For now, though, he was feeling relaxed and happy.

Looking around the gym, he tried to spot Beth's red gown in the crowd; it was his intention to pick up flirting with her where he left off. But she seemed to be occupied with someone in an elaborate robot costume. He squinted to get a better look, to try and figure out who it was, but the costume was too good. Probably one of those crazy Hephaestus Chosen. Overachievers. Still smiling, he shook his head. Oh well, he'd catch Beth some other time, maybe even outside the party.

Then he turned his attention to the punch bowl he'd spiked. There seemed to be a small throng around it, including Misha and Mercy and a group of guys he couldn't recognize yet. That looked like a good place to be -- besides, Misha still owed him penance. He grinned wickedly. He knew just what that penance would be.

Rob sauntered over to the punch bowl, ignoring the dudes for the moment and focusing on the ladies. "Miss me?" he asked Mercy, slipping an arm around her, then he turned to Misha. "I know what I want as penance," he purred. "A kiss."

Sylvia chuckled at Brian. She tilted her head at him, giving a shake of her head with an impressed look. “Oh no, leather’s not bad.” A tight smile pulled at her lips, “I still applaud the results.” She held back a wink. She’d save that for another time. Her current teasing expression was enough, she was sure.

Sylvia narrowed her eyes slightly over the rim of her cup as she took another sip. “What would you have chosen, if not for Misha’s influence?” She was curious what his own suggestions and comfort levels would be without a pretty girl asking for some eye candy.