Halloween 2016

[Star]

"Nah, I, uh."

He'd texted them. And he was pretty sure that... Blue eyes widened and a half smile slipped out. Oh, Fisher did?

And there was that question, that little butterfly inside that he suddenly examined the way you examine something carefully that might change everything or just might make you a hypocrite. But it was different. Avis might not think Space was anything, but distance can be. Because it was a question and not some nauseating horror, a question that had brushed it's wings at the edge of the hamster wheel more than once .

And maybe it was the throbbing club music or costumes or warm tingly drinks or warm tingly kisses or Avis just standing there smiling or...

"What if, uh. What if." He turned to face her fully, a hand moving to slide over the ridges on one of her forearms. Ice blue dove into fen green. "What if it was? Date night." A swallow. A breath. "For us. With them."

He swayed slightly with the cocktail of nerves inside.

"Just them. Tonight, then we talk about it."

It's not open season. But it felt Okay. And he'd seen Avis totally not stare, and he'd totally not secretly liked Tuesday's answer. Worst case scenario? He was the least-bad of limited options but Avis got to enjoy herself.

There was totally a little something on his face. A blush.

[Tuesday]

"Sounds like a pla-aan~!"

Head bobbin' to the beat while she's dragged skips to the bar. Head titled in a cat-like motion of 'why yous snickering?' 'i wanna snicker too!' 'love me' 'why you no pay me attention?' 'tell me all the funnies!' maybe it was the atmosphere or maybe someone sprayed weird pheromones in the air but Hyper Unicorn Siren is Hyper.

A blink, and a moment of still Siren. Then she joins in on the snickering from moments before.

"The Buttery Nipple pul-lez!" giving Fisher a 'Look'. Because that meant she'd (hopefully) get the Woo Woo, and the Absolute Bitch would be going to the Avis , and Star would be getting a Blowjob. "You're getting the Woo Woo. Please tell me you're taking the Woo Woo." there was hint of laughter shrouded begging in her words.

Oh~! The lulz to be had!

Fingers grasp her Buttery Nipple. She bites her lip. Eye begging the mustelid to take the Woo Woo so she could give Star the Blowjob. Hey. If Fisher was gonna give Avis the Absolute Bitch, someone had to give Star the Blowjob.

So. Many. Funnies~!

Bouncing away from the bar, once Fisher totally takes the Woo Woo for herself, (Unicorn puppy dog eyes can be as devastating as mustelid ones.) Tuesday makes her way over to the other half of their cabal of awesome!

"Ma Ma~!" Tuesday yell-sings, once they're close enough, a near manic grin twisting her lips, "We brought shaw-ots~!"

[Fisher]

Fisher laughed at Tuesday's antics over the shots and seriously considered taking the Blowjob just to be contrary, but she wanted to see the amusement too. That blowjob looked really tastey though...she might have to get one later.

"Ooooh Kaaaaay," Fisher replied musically with a playful roll of her eyes. She had planned to take the Woo Woo anyway. Who wouldn't wanna drink something called a Woo Woo?

She picked up her Woo Woo and let Tuesday take the Blowjob since she seemed to wanna deliver that one, besides, Fisher only had two hands. The mustelid bounced after the unicorn siren...was that even a thing? When she arrived at their destination she came to a stop and was just about to give a wave when she realized her hands were full. She decided to nod in greeting instead.

"Hey guys! You are way too sober. Here an Absolut Bitch," she said holding out the drink to Avis and keeping the Woo Woo for herself.

She started to snicker in amusement after a brief moment with the drink extended. She just hoped that Avis would see that Fisher was being funny and playful instead of mean spirited.

"...and a Woo Woo for me," she finished finally, looking expectantly to Avis.

[Avis]

For us.

With them.

The smile disappeared and Avis' brow furrowed. Was he really suggesting that? Was he serious? After the fight they'd had the last time? Was this some sort of test?

"What?" she said outloud, pulling her hand out of his. "But you said..."

Her words were cut off with the sudden bubbly appearance of the Unicorn, shortly followed after by a Mustelid. Both were happy, and carrying alcohol, so Avis forced a smile back onto her face and grabbed the offered drink without another world and immediately tossed it back.

It was missing the burn that she wanted.

"You should have brought a tray," Avis said, hoping it sounded like a joke.

[Mhairi Ankaa]

"L'a-" Mhairi stopped. Remembering that the Onyx Queen used a different name in public. Hopefully the abrupt way she cut herself off was taken as an aborted 'lovely' or something similar. "Sasha? Yes. She-ah-she always is."

But before Mhairi could wonder why Asa had brought up the stunning Dancer, the man's in motion. Stepping around her, his chest to her back, his hand upon her waist. If he hadn't taken his drink from her palm when he had, she might have dropped it.

It was one thing to invite the closeness, but she hadn't been expecting his touch after what he'd already said.

Then just as she was beginning to grow used to this new arrangement, the placement of his hand, he moves it. A single fingertip tracing her spine, Mhairi shivers, as soft puffs of breath escape. Her heart beating wildly within her chest.

He leans closer still, the broad expanse of his chest close enough that Mhairi could feel the buttons of his shirt on the bare flesh of her back. Then the steal wrapped silk of his arrests her attention. The Wisp's eye flutter. How does he know? is her first thought, How does he know that there's a fire burning inside of me?

Then she flushes as she belatedly realizes the metaphor.

"Okay." Mhairi nods, even as a thrill of fear shoots through her. Dance with a Dancer that was a professional dancer, and the Sovereign of Winter.

But she was the women that Mhairi would have to pass the Crown too, they should get to know each other better right?

It's this thought that spurs Mhairi into motion.

Carefully she weaves her way through the crowd until she's before L'aire .

"Sasha." she greets the other women with a smile, "Dance with me?" there was a question to her tone, one that might have been lost under the music pumping in the club. Making the Onyx Queen think that Mhairi was demanding a dance as the Ascendant Queen...if not for the uncertain twist to her lips. The darting, flicker of her eyes, the moments where Mhairi bit her lip awaiting the blond's answer.

[Star]

"Uhhh..."

Yeah, that was just dumb. Like he'd Jerry MaGuire'd her. Trying to shove what probably should have totally been a real convo into a couple of rando sentences in public. There's an apology there, in his eyes, but it's buried under blue contacts.

"Uh, just..."

And then unicorns and mustelids are ambushing and whatever separate thoughts were vying for a sensible order were totally inappropriate. It's cool. Now that was totally going to be an actual for real convo later, probably, and all you can do is hope the party foul doesn't ruin the whole party.

A plasticky grin gets a little more real at Fisher's shot. Okay, doesn't matter what's going on, that's just funny.

"Hey! Hi. Yes. Probably. We are. You guys came. So. Uh. What's this." A finger waggled between the two. "Like, Mario and Luigi?"

Yep. And toss back the rest of this drink. Because totally super casual totally not in the middle of an awkward were ears burning moment.

[Malcolm Green]

Green, in disguise, works his way to the railing. There is a flute glass of some... drink... in his hand now. He's tasted it enough to blend in; suspects if he has to imbibe any more he'll hack it all up. Stout ale; homely ale; wholesome ale, it is not. This is something he must endure for his... art (ha!)

He stands, aloof and alone. Just like one of the hated Gentry. His skin itches and he feels dirty, exposed.

Looking nonchalantly below he catches sight as the glittering ice queen L'aire and the alien princess in next to nothing Mhairi Ankaa . A wry grin crosses his lips, fully formed and rife with natural curves. If he wasn't feeling so uncomfortable standing with the hollow glitterati, he might actually be enjoying himself.

[Campanella]

Campanella didn't say anything at first; he was too busy keeping time and matching steps. Eventually, a smile spread on flushed cheeks.

"Thank you. I ah believe we are collecting quite the following." He could see the blur of faces growing, now framing the dance floor. Crafted faces; confected faces; rapt faces. Watching them.

For the Moros, this was a new sensation. Unwelcome, yet... welcome.

To be seen. To dance with a beautiful woman. To be a prince for one moment. To cast off shadows.

"Will you really be joining the watchers in the gallery? I believe it is much more enjoyable down here."

Secretly, he hoped the moment would never end.

[Aurora]

Laughing and clearly enjoying herself, “Of course we do! Two attractive people showing them how dancing’s done. I’d be surprised if we didn’t have people watching.” And it didn’t bother her, having attention was nothing new to her.

Blue eyes momentarily drift upwards, before looking back to her dancing partner with a grin, “Nah. This is defiantly more enjoyable and fun! And I’m all about having fun tonight, plus, I don’t think there is a dance floor up there! Unless you want to go up there, then maybe I can get you up as my guest.” She offers. Sometimes people like to be where the normal people can’t go. It was fun, but sometimes finding a dance partner in an unlikely source was more fun.