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Soren grabbed his mare, grabbed his tarts, and galloped into the sunset.

The delighted laugh that was Thackery's response to being picked up was stifled by a kiss, devolving into a soft little giggle when they broke apart again. Naturally, kissing someone with a drawn-on cat face meant that you'd probably have a very smudged, very partial drawn-on cat face too - and he did. He playfully reached to gently tug on a bit of faux fur, raising his eyebrows at his tremendously terrifying roar.

"Woah, be careful! You're gonna scare everyone away!" With a grin, he looked over his shoulder at the 'everyone', which was more like a group of four. Considering the fact that at least two of them were in varying stages of contract signing, he really shouldn't have gone anywhere at all. A binding contract was serious business.

"Yeah, they'll be fine!" The naivety was astounding. "C'mon, I think you made it just in time for us to get some dancing in."

The Tamer urged the Lion towards the dance floor with a tug and a smile, somehow forgetting the whip he carried that would have made for a far more literal portrayal.

Maybe later.

Okay, a hand to her forehead was completely alright at least but he was still pressing the issue, which meant her reddened cheeks were never going to go away. "Y-yes, I'll b-be f-fine," she tried to reassure him. Failing.

Though, "A d-drink..d-does sound.. n-nice.."

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After picking up all their stuff Andrew walked with Olivia back to the main tent. The party was ending but maybe they could sneak in one more dance before it was time to go home. (Nevermind that he really needed a wheel barrow to carry it all.) He ditched it under a table.

“Let’s go dance this last dance and then I guess we all go home.”

How could the night betray him by ending now? It was a spiteful thing, and he despised it.

He moved to stand beside the ghoul, and held his arm out crooked, while taking her hand and curving it underneath his elbow. "Home, I think." It was the safe answer. The proper answer. And he was nothing, if not proper. "I would be delighted to esc... to walk you home, Sophie."

If anything, he wanted to at least try not to be so terribly formal around her. He was comfortable enough, but a lifetime of upbringing fought against it. Still, for her, he'd try to.. relax.

He smiled in content, and led her through the crowd, carefully protecting her from any jostling, and out of the big top.

"Great!" When the music fainted away slowly, the boil dragged the ghoul to the refreshment table to enjoy a drink and had a quiet moment to recall tonight's memories. He grabbed a drink and handed her another one. "This one is alright?" He leaned against the table, he hope he has time to join next year.

"Will you come next year?"

Emily would totally have moved slowly toward Johnny, pulled in by the gravitational force of his charisma, until she was swept passionately into his arms and created a lovely, dramatic image that would forever be burned into the retinas of all those lucky enough to behind their union as the ultimate image of Romance Done Right. But the witch was a little drunk on illicit cider, a lot drunk on the adrenaline still coursing through her from playing in front of that crowd with Johnny Jacking Danger, and perpetually drunk on JD himself. So instead she did some bizarre mating call that seemed to a cross between a cat yowl and a wolf howl, and threw herself at the rockstar, wrapping arms and legs around him, and knocked them both onto the floor.

"A-as long as I have to! But the longer I keep him transformed, the more he'll actively try to destroy my happiness instead of just using his words to tell me feels sad." She beamed down at him, flushed and a little manic. "I want to do it again, Johnny, when can we do it again?"