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Sally looked over at Jewels and nodded "Jewels! You look boo-tiful!" She gestured towards Willow "Willow, this is Jewels." she said, introducing them. So many wonderful friends! Sally really felt happy with them.

Willow lowered her head a bit as yet another unfamiliar face approached. Ah, she wasn't good around so many monsters...What to do, what to do?

"Er...Hello.." she says, subconsciously messing with the bracelets on her wrists. She wished she had her long sleeves, rather than this.

Doriana smiled as she walked into the Grim, her eyes widening at all the decorations. "Who had enough time to do that?" She said under her breath.

She looked around. Not very many monsters were in the Grim yet, they were still socializing outside. She clasped her hands infront of her chest and turned around to face Ronan. "So... What now?"

It was fangtastically hexciting to be driven to Tombcoming in one of Glen's mother's luxury limoscreams. Draconia was certain the hearse had some 'bigger on the inside' magic going on to fit her, Glen, Chase and Manny Taur all in the back comfortably.

Manny was generally not one to get gussied up...Draconia couldn't recall a single dance that he hadn't appeared at wearing the same jeans and red shirt he usually wore to school. But this time, through a series of strong hints, laser-targeted shopping trips and carefully worded e-mauls, she had convinced him to upgrade...to a t-shirt with a tuxedo screen-printed on it.

It was progress....

At the very least, as a concession to the theme, Manny had asked/coerced/threatened someone into bedazzling the entire shirt, transforming it into a sparkle-encrusted light-refracting nightmare-come-true in Draconia's eyes. For her part, Draconia had raided Fashion Bites' vintage racks fervently, going with something bold, retro and with pants. A crushed-velvet vest was adorned with chunky amethyst buttons and it matched uhh-mazingly with the gold and royal purple scarestyle Glen's aunt had given her. Draconia felt confident this dance was going to be the beast one yet.

"Oh! We're here!" She exclaimed as the limo lurched to a halt in front of the doors of the grim. She could see a flock of ghouls descending on it...Cleo and Deuce were followed by the Fearleaders and their dates on one side, and Rochelle, Venus and Robecca were checking each others makeup and hair on the other.

Notably, Draconia saw Whinnie and Devlyn trotting up to the entrance the same time that her group was exiting the limo. She tensed a bit and nudged Manny.

"Manny," She whispered to her bullish escort. "If he goes for Devlyn....tackle him through the wall."

"Best. Dance. Ever." Manny cracked his knuckles and kept a close eye on Chase...

Ascreama entered the grim, quickly followed by her 'date'. They both gasped at the boo-tiful decorations and room décor.
"Oh my glob, look at that!" The blob pointed at the sparkling dance floor, "Everything looks uh-mazing. The decorating team did a great job."

Meme nodded in agreement, stunned at how the grim had been transformed so dramatically. "Jewels picked such a great theme." Ascreama hooked her arm around the clown's and they headed to the small group around Ronan and Dori.
The blob ghoul sashayed, for once feeling confident and glamorous as her dress ruffled around her knees. The chains and gold that circled her gooey hair shimmered in the twinkling lights.

"Good evening!" Ascreama waved a gloved hand and giggled.

Doriana waved at the blob ghoul and the clown ghoul. SHe wasn't familiar with either one, but she knew that Ronan was friends with both of them. "How are you ghouls doing tonight?"

Ronan bit his tongue as Doriana mentioned time, hissing a little under his breath. Thankfully the moth boo appeared to distract everyone.

"Mothew!" Ronan looked relieved to see the other boo. "Cute? Couple?" Oh dear, he looked very uncomfortable about that idea.

"Hey Ascreama, hello... Meme" He stared at Meme for a moment, eyes wide. "What did you do to your hair?" He backpeddled hastily. "I mean.. that's not to say.. it... What I mean is..." He sighed. "It suits you." He meant it, not many ghouls could pull off a monocle and a mostly shaved head but somehow Meme managed it. Maybe it was the fact she was so confident no matter what ridiculous thing she was wearing.

He hesitated, but Meme looked a little insistent. Tentatively he reached out and gently felt her head.

"Wow... it really does." He drew his hand back and looked to Ascreama.

"I believe there was mention of dancing... " He looked uncertain. "Or at least, attempting to do so. I've already pointed out I have no coordination."