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Was that flier joking?

No, really, was it a prank?

Icky couldn't tell, but as he sat in the hall atop a bruised and unconscious gnome, he scrutinized it with utmost care.

Games? He liked games, quite a lot, especially if they were detrimental to the well being of another. Kissing? ...Oh wait, that was crossed out for bottles. He supposed he liked bottles but kissing sounded a lot more interesting. A slithering, green tongue slipped out between his jaws and yellowed teeth, running across his lower lip briefly at the thought.

Bottles, games, spinning bottles, whatever. It all sounded sort of childish, almost like Kick the Can but why in Jack's name had this Claire written 'kissing'? His eyes fell to the bottom of the page, then, and he grinned. Free food and booze. That explained everything right there and settled the matter. Crumpling the paper in his claws, Icky shoved it in a pocket and set out toward the Demon Dorms (but not before giving the gnome he'd fought the flier for a swift kick to the gut).

As the flier said, this particular dorm was rather easy to find despite him not knowing whom Claire was; the smell of eggs easily permeated through the hall and there was an accompaniment of voices, punctuated by raucous laughter or shrieks. Apparently the game wasn't as boring as he had originally pictured and a clawed, wooden hand went for the doorknob to give it a quick turn. It stuck tight.

"You're feckin' kidding me," he slurred under his breath, jiggling the handle vigorously for a moment to no avail. So, after all that free invite business with fliers and bull, they went and locked him out? Well, this was a demon party, maybe it was demons only. This only caused the boggart to want to crash it even more.

For a few moments he fiddled with the lock but he lacked any proper tools to pick it and quickly degraded into knocking furiously, shoving himself against the door and eventually kicking it while shouting obscenities. This went on for a good few minutes, mostly drowned out by the sound of many ghouls and boils from inside, before Icky came to a stunning realization. There was a crack, quite plainly, at the bottom of the door as all doors had, and swiftly the monster's forehead collided heavily with the door as he realized how stupid he was being. Causing such a ruckus, he could have sneaked in and surprised them all but now they were likely quite aware of his presence.

Still, whoever locked that door was now on his s**t list and twice so for making him look like an idiot.

Stepping back, Icky took a deep breath through his nose, held it for just a moment, and then released with a hearty "Ahh..." as his form dissipated into a noxious green cloud. Smoky wisps, stinking of rotting egg and curdled milk, passed beneath the door, trailing their way around all of the participants. A subtle echo of laughter could be heard with no clear origin before the boggart found a nice open spot right by the alcohol and the mist swirled, once more gaining solid mass. In one last release of stench, there was now another player among the group and without addressing even one of them he reached up to grab a small pitcher of spider cider.

All around, he could see that this was in fact not demon inclusive, so his discontent was slightly alleviated but he would be getting back at whoever locked the door when he found them, that was for sure. His eyes, however, locked onto the most familiar forms within the room; one, was a purple mindflayer most famous to the boggart for getting into a cat fight and, lastly, a banshee whom he simply could not go without infuriating to the best of his ability. Eyes narrowing, his grin took shape and nearly encompassed his face as their eyes met.

One spin of the bottle later and Icky realized just how this game worked.

There was kissing. He let out a purr of a growl toward Sarias.

He had snagged a refill of his drink by this point and had only just returned to his seat when Claire spun her bottle. He was a little surprised when it landed on him, but it was just a part of the game, nothing to get all worried about.

He moved over to her when she beckoned, and since he was already standing up, he didn't mind too much. He could understand not wanting to move.

"Of course," he said with a smirk, before kissing her gently for a few seconds. "I'm always ready to kiss someone pretty."

He spun the bottle himself, it landing once more on Ren. He moved over to him, grinning. "Guess the bottle likes you at the moment." He had no objections himself at the fact that the griffin was a male, and he leaned in to kiss him.

It lasted only a few seconds, and once it was done, Myr moved back to his seat. This was a rather fun game.

Jericho's nose crinkled as something foul hit him all of the sudden. Looking up, he soon saw the source, which happened to be one boy who had managed to leak on into the room. As for why, he had no clue. It was really too bad that he couldn't do something like that else he'd have a way out of here.

Distracted by the scent, he had missed a few of the spins, and then it was suddenly his turn to be kissed. Looking surprised for a moment, he stared at the gryphon with a sense of disbelief. A part of him wanted to let him go ahead and respin, but he didn't want to seem like he was coping out.

"Whatever, just go for it," he grumbled while trying to brace himself for this.

Aksaja, on the other hand . . . was a bit more open with his amusement, grinning as he watched Jericho literally brace himself. Geez, was it really that big of a deal to him to kiss another boil? Apparently so. But at least he was willing to go for it - unlike many of the lightning dragon's 'friends' back home. Not that he truly considered any of them his friends. Stupid stuck up straight laced idiots.

The only ones who knew how to have any fun at all were the younger crowd, and once they got to a certain age, bye bye. He sighed softly, distracted by memory for a moment.

Not expecting to be grabbed into it, Jericho's eyes widened for the moment as Ren pulled him in for the kiss. Tensing up as it happened, he twitched slightly while waiting for the kiss to end. It seemed longer than it really was, if only because he didn't want to be kissing anyone in the first place.

Shaking his head once it was said and done with, the dragon went on to spin the bottle with a hint of being disgruntled.

Around and around it went, until finally pointing at the basilisk boy. Well, he supposed it could be worse. Though, he wasn't very enthusiastic here as anyone may expect.

"Alright, let's get this over with," he grumbled before getting up to head over towards Gabe. With a sigh, he simply leaned in to press his lips against the other boy's, being tense once again in the process. Not wanting to linger longer than he had to, he pulled away and plopped himself back in his seat.

After his first kiss, the nix had actually managed to settle in rather nicely. He'd come to the conclusion that whatever this game tossed at him could not be as horrible as that initial kiss, and as such... he had very little to worry over. Unless karma decided to screw with him and make him kiss the gryphon again - but no, even karma couldn't be that much of an arse to him. As such, he'd simply settled himself more comfortably to watch the game as it unfolded before him; his hand, from time to time reached to stroke the scareon on his lap, but aside that, he seemed to be perfectly content with simply watching.

The knocking did catch his attention, and his gaze moved from the door, to Claire briefly before it stopped entirely. It was then followed by Icky's rather spectacular appearance. He idly found himself wishing his serpent form could have managed to escape through that crack under the door, "Well, I'd point out that you're now just as locked in as we are, but seeing as how you just demonstrated the door is no obstacle for you, I'll refrain," he told the boggart. He did notice the purr of a growl the boil tossed Sarias, and he found himself arching an idle brow at the scene before his eyes trailed down to the bottle once more.

When it was Ren's turn again, Gabrian visibly stiffened, and only managed to relax when he saw the bottle land on Jericho, sitting back down to watch the scene again. In all honesty, the stiffness of the dragon as the Gryphon approached was rather amusing, though... it sort of stopped being amusing then the dragon spun and the bottle landed on him. Letting out an almost weary sigh, he waited for Jericho to approach, and he allowed the other boil to kiss him; talk about tense. He simply pulled away when the dragon did, arching a brow in the process.

He wasn't particularly into boils himself, but he was sure he hadn't been half that tense, even during his first kiss, "Well, let's give this another try..." he spun the bottle and this time glared at it, as if daring it to land on the gryphon again. Alas, it instead landed on Sarias, and while that was particularly unexpected, Gabrian only hesitated for a moment, blinking before he got up to his feet. He made his way across the circle and then knelt down on one knee. One hand gripped his prism scareon, while the other lowered to tilt the Banshee's chin up so that their eyes locked, "Hello there, Sarias. And how are you doing, this pleasant evening?" his tone of voice was slightly teasing before he leaned in, though rather than go for her mouth, he leaned his cheek against hers so he could whisper, "I seem to recall you saying something when we met. How did it go? 'Anything you can do, I can do better'? Care to prove that now?" that said, he let go of her chin and curled his hand around her neck so he could kiss her.

This kiss, unlike his first, wasn't as awkward, and also perhaps lasted a beat too long. When he pulled away, he seemed to be pondering, "Would you consider that a tie?"

After her initial teasing of her gryphon friend and the Nix beside her having to kiss, LW has been fairly quiet and sat idly as she watched the next rounds of kissing commence. The she-wolf was surprised when another student (one she didn't know at all) had...OH JACKDAMNIT! That smell. UGH! Sometimes, being a wolf had its drawbacks. A sensitive nose being one of them. LW had scooted a little closer to Gabe and rubbed at her nose before glaring at the new student that was sitting among them.

The glare didn't last long when, once again, Ren was the bottles choice. LW laughed at her friend and gave him a thumbs up for all his 'luck' so far tonight. When the gryphon spun the bottle and it landed on the one dragon, LW choked and tried not to laugh too hard. The dragon had a temper and she didn't want to make him mad. That, sadly, flew right out the window when Jericho's spin landed on Gabe.

The she-wolf's laughter managed to mostly subside after that and she watched the bottle with interest as it was Gabe's turn. Oh if it landed on Ren again...LW would go down dying from laughter. Alas, it didn't and she was safe from that fate. The ghoul it landed on had the she-wolf tilting her head. She didn't know her. At least LW didn't think she did. She waited until the Nix returned to his seat beside her before she grinned and leaned against him a little.

"Seems that bottle likes you and Ren tonight." LW said lightly and teasingly. In a softer voice though, "are you having fun at least?"

((Indonesia? Cool! Have a fun and safe trip, Childs!!^^ ))