It seems like the dancing part of the evening was over, James had fled to the bar, and Vivian had followed after him. With a sigh and a weird shimmy Alice follows suit.

Words are exchanged, and James seems to have found someone to pounce on, Alice gives him a wave and a too wide grin.

"Well, I think James still might." Alice chimes in behind the accented voices of her Coterie mates.

A nod for the haunt, "We definitely need some, it'll be cool. But - " there's a frantic chiming from her clutch, "It really does look like our night's ending."



Drinks are left, or maybe finished, and the three dead women leave before the sun could chase them.



End Scene!