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"No, I won'na go with you! I'm not that easy, Xanis." She huffed right back at him. "And you're right, I am drunk, a little buzz- like a bee." It was nice that he was worried about her, even though he was mad at her and she wanted to punch-break-smash him in the nose-face. And if this wasn't someone else's very nice apartment, she would have. (In fact, she had already balled her fist and started to aim before she remembered that this was a party and she was a lady. Even if she was coming across as a lush.)

"You don't want to listen to me." her hands drifted down, to fix his lapels again. "You want to try and make me decide. You ran away, and slammed the door, and-" Left me hurt and bleeding all over your white carpet and your wall. "And then you sent me back the present I gave you for your birthday, and that wasn'nice at all." She straightened her spine, giving him a severe look from under her pirate cap. It didn't stay severe for long, her attention grabbed by something shiny going on in another direction. "This isn't our party. We can't fight in here. And I really, really want to fight with you. When I am sober, and can do more than-" stare at his lapel. It kept moving! It was weaving, side to side. Like he was really, really standing on a pirate ship! She leaned into him, finger poking his chest. And then she leaned in closer, when he started to tip away from her, grabbing onto his shoulders. "Do more than just yell at you."

He was wearing the cologne she'd given him. It was there, very faint, and she closed her eyes. Sniffing him. It was a very nice, peaceful moment, until it made her eyes start to go closed. That wasn't in the plan at all. "Give me my soul back." she mumbled it against his chest, his warm, now blood-slimy chest. If he hadn't stolen her soul, she wouldn't still want to hug him. Or sniff him. Or set all of his ties on fire.

She was getting very thirsty, but maybe she shouldn't drink any more alcohol until the Blood-drinking contest. Jada didn't want to run away anymore, she wanted to drink blood and have fun. She wasn't going to let Marlo McPoopster ruin her Halloween. "I want some more nummies." she announced to the party at large, and stared at the food, still leaning on Marlo like he was a wall.

She scowled at him, the scowl fading as his face dropped. She leaned into his hand as it brushed her hair, then wobbled back the other way. Lean. Wobble. Lean- Nummies! The heiress didn't complain as the other zombie wrapped his arm around her, though she glanced back at Kess (still distracted by Tall & Red) and looked around for Ashley.

"You'll get me nummies?" Jada started heading for the snack table, ignoring the fact he was dragging her in quite the opposite direction. She would get there eventually. "My soul isn't worth nummies." she stopped, spun in his grip. "I need you to give it back to me." She slid a hand up his arm. Marlo had always been weak if she gave him puppy dog eyes.

She was giving him, now, the puppy dog eyes. The biggest, saddest ones she had. "And nummies. They have eyeball cakes."

Venice gave a small shrug of a approval as she watched Marlo chase off after Jada. The guy was obviously sound, she knew the girl was going to do far worse to herself than he could... or at least add too! Venice made no secret for her hatred of people taken advantage of those being drunk having had her fair share of being in that situation. She also knew how to get out of it as well....the police had a very thick file back in England, Venice didnt stop fighting till she heard something crack. But for now she would let it go, the girl was obviously very drunk and she needed someone, anyone, to take care of her before she stated spewing everywhere! Hopefully in Bea part of the room.

Quickly giving a wave at Castille to motion she would be right back she glided her way over to the table where the last contestants were finishing the brains. Beatrix was slowly submerged in conversation with a particularly yummy corpse so as always it was up to her to announce the winner. Maybe she would give them a kiss as an extra prize!

"Ok guys! GUYS!! The winner of the Brain eating contest is.......KESS!! Congratulations!! You get to take home.....this crappy ribbon!! Cherish it always!! Ok Let me spice up the blood for all you guys and ghouls and we can really get this party started!!"

[OCC NOTE: The winner this time was chosen on the Puking number!! It was a close call with Castille (BEM) coming in at 29points and Kess (Indubitably) coming in at 29 points as well!! But with Kess having the lower score of 1 with the puking number the prize goes to her!!! Thank you for participating in this part of the games!! The next one will be the drinking game!!!
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SIGH. Sigh sigh siiiigghhhh. Jada was being adorably drunk now. "Yes, eyeballs. And we can stay, but no more alcohol for you. You're already going to throw up everything by tomorrow morning." He realized that might not be good. "But I will get you the non alcoholic blood, so you won't be so sick in the morning." Hopefully.

And now she wanted ribbons. Rolling his eyes he figured a cab ride home would be fine. "I'll try my best to win you any ribbon you want." Picking an eyeball up he shoved it into her mouth. "Just promise me no more alcohol. Please."

Tate smiled again, and had to resist the urge to kiss Kess because they were supposed to be dancing, and dancing and kissing were really two very different poles on the same spectrum as far as she was concerned. She eyed up the crowd, feeling a little apprehensive--my, those were a lot of people, weren't they? She wasn't sure she approved. Couldn't she just dance here? It seemed much nicer. She had been asked to lead the way, though, which gave her a Responsibility. Besides, it was Kess, who was nice and pretty and nice, and she was pretty sure the butterflies would be shocked into stillness if they did dance.

She had just taken Kess's hands to pull her towards the crowd of people when she heard her friend's name called. "You won a crappy ribbon," she told Kess in a low whisper, pointing towards Venice. "You should go get it!! I will be right here." And then they could dance, obviously.