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Frost was not much a party boil. Oh he knew about parties, but when he heard that some reapers were going to throw down a part downtown he’d been hesitant to go. It sounded more Enzo’s thing. Well, it just sounded more like a thing for people who liked to party… And Frost’s parties were a bit more reserved. Still he was going. His kimono pants and half top, it was by far one of the most casual outfit he’s worn. It was also not very hip or cool. A reason why he was going to the party, figure out what was.

He still had a ways to go, but- A sniff. Fire and dog? He followed the scent, curious. It didn’t smell like student, but- Ah. A ghoul with a burning hound by her side, the wolfos felt a bit rude, trailing after her familiar like that. Canine habit. She looked to be waiting in line for- ah.

So that was where the party was. Stepping behind her he smiled. “Are you going as well then?”

The growl got a look of contempt. Demon familiar or not, frost was not the one made into a reaper’s bi- Okay that was rude, even for him. Ears remained upright and his tail held steady. He was not going to be intimidated by a dog familiar. The sniffing did get a small growl. He would only be a threat if he was being threatened. But he was not about to take kindly to getting the 3rd degree by scent.

“Not really. I tend to avoid loud places, but I brought some ear plugs to help muffle the sound. But, I want to try and get out more. Staying indoors all the time or working out is not about to help me meet new people. Plus ah-“ He held up a coat sleeve. “I don’t dress like most. Coming to see what people normally wear to this sort of thing. Parties here are different than the ones where I am from.”

The thrum of music was steady, and line moved closer. “Any you? You go to these a lot? Oh pardon.” He shook his head at himself. “Frost in the Storm. I’m over from Amityville. Nice to meet you.”

Dog glares, oh he was shaking in his shoes. “Hm, it’s alright. Probably a bit because I’m canine. We have our quirks. Familiar, student, minipet. Rather common… qualities.” If she had reached for his ears he’d not have stopped her. Frost has learned that some ghouls, (and boils), were just like that. Plus, why deny what was enjoyable. He really never understood the denial of one’s nature some did. Enjoying ear scratches was nothing to be ashamed about. “Well, it’s more from the area I come from. It’s a small tribe or clan, depending on what you consider small, but, I am the successor and since we’re so isolated, I sought to broaden my understanding of our world. Enrolling to the school would better my education while improving my powers. It was a simple thing, but it allows me a bit of freedom in understanding the varying cultures of Halloween, not just the ones near my people.”

Practical reasons really. At the notion that the ghoul might help him, the wolfos perked up, tag giving a small wag. “Well, I will consider it a blessing of fate then. I was hesitant to come but, if you’re the right ghoul and this is the right place I must have right the decision.” Up ahead, some ghouls were trying to cut, flashing far more skin than Frost thought even Danny or Amphi might expose, and yet they seemed to fit the ‘type’ to go to such parties. Ghoul like that he’d been told, were boil hunters. Just best to avoid them. Shaking his head, he looked back at Verusha, taking her hand in his for a quick but firm shake. “Verusha. It’s a pleasure. And a snot then?” He smiled. “It’s a good place really. A few bumps in the road, but nothing too terrible. You’re only about as fresh meat as you make yourself really. I would just avoid the other bathroom and some of the more… aggressive students. A few extremists in the lot but they often can be the loudest.”

The music from the club began a series of low thrumming beats. “Much like a club I guess. The louder, the more people notice.”

Frost shrugged. Tribes were all he knew. “We alternate terms. Fo us it’s the same thing. Others not so much. Tribe, Clan, Pack- In the end we are a unit. Small parts of one whole. As for importance… I fought to earn my title. I will need to fight for it again come winter. That is when it will be a real test. I have not seen my people in a year, and I don’t know how the ranks might have changed while I’ve been away, so, I am… preparing myself.” Red eyes flicked to the club. “My excuse for this is cultural experience.”

She was confident in herself, a trait the white wolfos could admire. The more backbone the better in most cases. He didn’t mind the arm taken, only shifting to a more proper stance for them. “Friend after such a short time?” A small chuckle escaped him as he looked at her. “Bit fast. But, I accept. And, I hope so. You’re the one with experience.”

The ghouls didn’t make it in, turned away… only to start begging people down the line to let them cut in. Which no one seemed ready to do. And from the looks of it, the doormen were keeping tabs on said ghouls. At least they would be aware should the pair sneak into the line. At the question of charm Frost blinked, stared at his a bit, one ear flicking. “You-“ He laughed a bit. “You mean act like a gentleboil? Or perhaps like I desire more than I let on? That I fit in socially to what one might expect in such venues as I’ve been told?” He shook his head. “The best judge of character comes from those we do not know. I have my dealings with politicos.” The heat of the club, along with the smell had him pause before stepping forward. The scent of bodies, of what he could only assume to be smuggled alcohol and.. smoke. A breath, he shook of the notion that it was ‘bad’.

This was a life experience as they would have it.

“If I had blood and a heart I expect it would be going just the same.” The wolfos smirked. “I am as you may have noticed-“ he touched her hand with his own, “-naturally cool. Showing off my ‘bod’ is not for points. Just what I wore. But if it will give me an edge?” His grin flashed the hint of canine fang. “I will use what I can. I prefer speech but accents to one’s appearance never could hurt.” As the line shorted, the wolfos found himself being given the once over, red eyes waiting for a reaction. The familiar got a look, but the rope was lifted. Inside, music blared, and Frost winced as he realized how loud it could indeed be. “Well, that was rather easy in the end wouldn’t you say?”

Cool like ice. A compliment intended, he brushed away the notion of how it often could be an insult. To be cold was to be distant and harsh. A storm was wild and untamed, unpredictable, often harsh and unforgiving. Frost covered all it could find, but was quickly banished. Ill omens in his namesake, he tried to ignore the notions his people held about names. His birth was told to him as a night to hunt, a wild night, yet a night of plenty, of promise. Verusha gave more compliments than his ‘cool’ness. He’d dwell on such better things. Like how his ears were adjusting to the music, and how the heat was not as bad as he thought.

“This reminds you of your home?” Red eyes lit up with amusement. “Curious.” There was a bar, and from the looks of it, people were pouting over the lack of easy drinks. Or alcohol. His scanning didn’t last long, pulled onto the dance floor by the reaper. Her dance had him watching for a moment, transfixed. He’d forgotten that dancing here was much different than the dancing he was used to. Or the kind that was more subdued. “My moves I’m afraid might not be up to par.” Gaze went to a couple and he sneered at how the boil and ghoul were practically mating. Indecent. A look to another couple, this one much more suitable. It was a quick study and facing Verusha he smiled, trying to rock his own body in time with the music. It was nothing refined like he was used to, and he couldn’t help but laugh at himself. “Understand, I feel a bit foolish. I’m used to a more structured form. Well that and I think half the boils and ghouls here are less dancing and rather trying to rut through clothes.”

At the very least he thought, she was taking it all in good stride. "Well, my home has nothing like this, that is for sure." Watching Verusha dance there was an awkwardness as he tried to mimic the motions. They were not as fluid or natural as her own, but, they were less jerky, less random. It was a matter of matching the music. Or trying to anyway. He'd get better with practice. Still, a snort to those that were to him, being a little too intimate. "I can when there is no finesse to it." He laughed as the music picked up, ill fitting the suggestion to try what he knew. But, it was just a matter of matching the music was it not?

Relaxing a bit, a hand going top the reaper's hip while the other reached up to take a hand in his own. "The art of dance as I know it gives the illusion of passion and intimacy without vulgarity." No hip bumps and grinds from him. "If done right, you can as it was put to me 'leave your partner breathless.'" A smirk, he didn't place much into the last bit, but the first? True. Opting to keep the movements to their little corner of the dance floor, Frost tried to match the movements he'd been taught to better fit the tempo of the music, blushing as he realized he was probably rather out of place, and that he didn't explain. "Ah, go with what you feel. Push means step back, pull to come forward, a mirror for movement."

As odd as it was, he still found himself enjoying it.

Frost was trying to keep up with the music, with Verusha, and most importantly, with the pattern of the dance. It was a juggling act, one which he was not quite yet used to. The pair might have gotten a few looks but nor more than others on the dance floor. Had they gathered too much attention his blush might have gotten dark enough that it wouldn’t be likely to fade. Yet such never came to be. His blush might have been present, but it was light, just hints of pale pink to accent his normally pale ghostly skin. Her compliment had him smiling, tail giving the slightest of wags. “Thank you. I do like to keep my company entertained as it were.”

Nearby, someone barked. Ears flicked in the direction for a moment before he went on. “Plus to leave a lady dissatisfied from a dance is not proper.” Another bark and the music began to fade and change. Suddenly Frost understood why the barking. A deep bass, his ears fell flat as the sudden wave of sound assaulted his senses. “Ah, forgive me.” He fumbled their movements, and blush darkened. “I suppose the bark was a warning. Something I’ll have to keep in mind.”

A light smile to the compliment, he was doing his best after all “I try to be.” The kiss did him in however. Unexpected, his pink cheeks went utterly red. Paired with her second compliment, the wolfos wasn’t quite sure how to respond aside from obediently follow her, tail wagging without thought. When his mind finally did catch up to him? There was low hum from the back of his throat before he managed to form coherent words. “You’re ah-“ His voice a bit deeper then intended he coughed, trying again. “And you’re a beautiful ghoul Miss Verusha.” Much better.

While she maneuvered the room with ease, Frost was left a bit in awe at the simple skill it seemed to take to not end up bumping into people here and there. Had she not been leading him? He was quite sure he would have had to simply push and shove his way past the crowd. Hardly the polite thing but to him, it felt all a bit rather.. packed. Once to the other side, he looked to the drinks, opting for water. At least he thought it was water. It had a splash of something in it. Lime perhaps. Not a bad flavor, but merely unexpected. He didn’t miss the statement, but now he was a bit curious. “I hope I didn’t disappoint. Being my first time and all.”