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You are used to making sacrifices, to prioritising the happiness of others before yours. Even though that is a noble attitude, there are times in life where the only healthy alternative is to embrace your own selfishness and allow yourself some enjoyment. Reserve one hour per day to do something you really like. Treat yourself! Your colour for this month is blue.
Echoes from the past ring back into London. Their intensity increases until they are deafening. What once was a faded memory of a glorious time, now becomes a shocking reality. The consequences of actions taken decades ago ripple into the present, altering the lives of everybody in the City. Unguided and blind, Kindred wander around, trying to make profit out of the reigning chaos.


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Sawyer Flint's Christmas Spectacular; Closed party thread; no post order!
Topic Started: Sunday, 22. December 2013, 10:11 (6,193 Views)
Aguirre Efrain Maddox
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”Oh my god. I’m spending Christmas with the Donner party.”

Aguirre heard this loud and clear from where she was standing when a few of the ghouls came through the door, and she probably cringed violently—which was why she tracked with a measure of embarrassment to kitchen, where no one would see her blush if they just stayed in the living room, which she desperately hoped they would.

Sorry ‘bout that, wasn’t my idea… she said quietly as she passed the blonde, although in her mind, she was thinking something more along the lines of:

That goddamn skull. I told her not to bring that god damn thing back to the house, didn’t I? I said I’d toss it if I saw it again. Why didn’t I toss the damn thing? Lord help me not to strangle this woman til she turns blue…

She was seeking refuge with her Nosferatu in the kitchen, would hopefully find something she could do to help him and stay out of the crowd while he did what he was best at and played the charismatic host. Her boots clicked on the hardwood floor as she entered, already looking anxious. Aguirre was still quite happy to see everyone, all things considered, but would have preferred talking to them one at a time—which was why the kitchen was a good place to be. It was a small kitchen, with cupboards on either side, a fridge just inside the doorway on the right, covered in inappropriate conversation magnets, and a wall in the back which had only a pin-up calendar hanging on it. There was on entrance, which doubled as the exit, and would discourage everyone from coming in at once for fear of causing a road block. Sawyer was just as soon bouncing out to greet Agustin, as sweet and amiable as usual. He was so excited, in a way she hadn’t seen since the Karaoke bar. Okay, well, that time pissed her off more than anything. This time, though, it wasn’t at her expense—thus, she could freely enjoy watching Sawyer have a good time. Until he was out of sight of the kitchen, that was.

Aguirre still couldn’t help but sigh slightly, wondering what it was she could do in here. Everything was laid out perfectly, with no need for her to straighten it up, clean it, although in her opinion every glass dish could use shattering—to shake things up, of course. Breaking things was fantastic way to relieve tension. There was a tonof tension building up in this little Brujah. She peaked out of the kitchen just in time to catch Moshe coming around the corner with a bag, whatever was inside with a scent that would have been delicious if she were still alive. Sweet of him to bring something he wasn’t even able to enjoy anymore. He set it up on the stove—stuttering slightly, but she knew what he meant. She’d never heard of injera bread or doro wat, but it was the thought that counted.

”No, thanks Moshe, that’s wonderful.”

In the process of trying to deliver a smile in response, she was quickly interrupted as Moshe panicked and snuck away, hiding behind the tree when he heard the voices of Dove. Oh. Oh. Yeah, she could see how this could end badly. Dove, at least, they could ask to keep a secret—Jhael was less inclined to consider their requests. Hiding the fact that he’d seen Moshe was a thought she didn’t see him entertaining for more than two seconds before he was on the phone with the Prince to tell him he’d found his ghoul at an Anarch party. She hoped Jhael would be slightly more forgiving…

She could hear Dove celebrating in the living room, his voice ringing slightly higher over the others. That sense of flattery came back again, that sense of being spoiled by the people she loved. Of course, then there was ”Eat. Fuck. Kill.” That put a rather abrupt end to the warm fuzzies. She peaked out again.

Agustin, you little fucker.

Jhael looked pissed, which didn’t suit the little blonde boy at all. Made him look more like a businessman trying to have feelings than anything. Had she mentioned she was happy to see him? Sincerely, she was. He’d helped Dove recuperate, and that meant so much… She just didn’t have the greatest aftertaste regarding his boss, was all. Toran was at least trying to keep Agustin quiet. She caught him glancing at the tree on his way toward the kitchen before stopping to inform her of the situation behind the Christmas tree.

”Oh, yeah, I know… Sorry. Thanks for letting me know. Enjoy the food.” She offered a small smile, though her caramel colored eyes drifted to where Dove and Church came into sight… Talking to one another? That was like, the least likely thing she could see happening tonight. Church was not happy with this party. Hopefully he’d take it easy on their pigeon. Jhael looked… Distraught. He’d come and gone with his food, now talking with Lucy, about something apparently very sad. She was glad not to be immediately involved with that conversation… She never knew what to say. She just hugged whoever was crying and made it worse. Toran was sitting on the floor, looking dejected, like a big kid sitting out on kickball at recess. Hoo boy. This party was already becoming far cry from holiday spirit, a mutation of all things disastrous at Christmas. Crying teenagers, angry Grandpas, overeager hosts—speaking of which… Who was that under Sawyer’s arm? She’d stepped a little ways out of the kitchen and more towards the living room, looking at a man who reminded her very heavily of someone she knew… He looked an awful lot like Marcus.

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Before he was totally able to take in the faces that were lingering in the apartment, Cadence was having a plastic wrapping bow shoved at him.

”Wait, what? Hold on, hold on,” Cadence pulled back slightly, looking far more anxious now that he was being rushed to meet up with Aguirre. She was in this apartment somewhere, probably waiting to meet him, and here was the Gangrel—terrified. Hesitant to go wherever Sawyer was taking him.

”Does she know I’m here? There are so many people…” he saw a tall figure come out from around the corner. Dark hair, in a red dress. Oh hell. Oh man. me moved to hide behind Sawyer, although Sawyer was just as soon caught up by a large man, larger than Cadence at least, threatening the guests with murder if they entered his room. He lived here..? Oh. That much have been Church, from the invitation. Wait, though, he lived here? And who was he? Why was he giving Cadence a look just for existing? Why was there a skull on the top of the tree?

What kind of company was his aunt keeping, anyway? He gave Sawyer an incredulous expression as the bigger man walked away toward the… blood bowl.

”Who was that? Is that her?”

He made a wayward gesture toward Aguirre, putting his hand down just in time for her gaze to come around and fall on him… then linger. Oh god. There was no turning back now. Aguirre’s features were more than a little confused by Cadence’s appearance at this party, though not unfriendly. She finally took a few longer steps, more than a yard from the kitchen now, heading in Sawyer and Cadence’s direction. He could feel Sawyer jab an elbow right into his side as he said, The bow! and Cadence removed the layer of wax paper from the adhesive, sticking it to the collar of his jacket.

”Hey…” Her eyes settled on Cadence for a moment before flitting to Sawyer in a questioning fashion. ”Who’s this?”

Cadence smiled slightly, a forced thing, since he was obviously anxious. Aguirre’s brow raised very slightly. Oh man, how many times he’d seen his dad make that same look. How many times he’d made that face. It was almost like looking into a funhouse mirror. He wasn’t sure what to say just yet, and suddenly, both the Maddox’s eyes were on Sawyer, until Aguirre was distracted again by the conversation she was overhearing between her housemate, Sawyer’s Malkavian, and their own Dove. She was wondering now if this hadn’t been a terrible idea. Actually, it was just really strange to see Church talking to this many people at once.

Man, he’s totally gonna blame me for this. Whatever this is.
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A touch on his shoulder, and there was Mr. Agustin again. Looking like someone had kicked his favourite puppy and then kicked him too for good measure. Dove's mood softened, Mr. Agustin was only being honest. What kind of shitty friend was Dove to stand between his friends and their happiness? Cute. Cute was for little kids and kittens. Somehow he didn't think anyone thought of him as a kitten.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Agustin. Do you want to meet Jhael? I'll take you over there and introduce you in a moment." A quick glance confirmed Jhael was still talking to the cookie lady. He wouldn't be going anywhere in a hurry. He looked back and to the big guy as he spoke some more.

"Oh, oh! So you're Church? Aha! A Mr. Church." Dove laughed, "I get it now! I thought we were going to a church, but now I see how it is. Don't you worry, Mr. Church. I'm not going to be doing anything in anybody's room, least of all theirs. That's just creepy. They're like vampire Ma and Pa." Dove raised his arm and put it around Agustin's shoulders to pull him in closer. "They look after us dumbfuck kids when we do dumbfuck stuff. I'm not humping in their room, that's gross! Ew... On their bed. Well, you know, I mean... If they have a bed. Maybe they sleep in coffins. Not fucking on their coffins either. Ewwww." Dove gave Agustin a cringey look. Surely he'd share the ick at the thought of humping in Aguirre and Sawyer's bedding, whatever it happened to be.

"Of course I speak English, I am English. And I think you're getting the wrong idea about Ms. Leo sucking on me. She's a very lovely lady, but she could snap me like a twig if shit got round about her and her habits. Unlike some," Dove bent forward so he could turn his head to the side and look at Agustin in a way that left no doubt who 'some' would be, "Ms. Leo is probably a very polite nibbler. Not one to jump you when you're facing away and not expecting it." He smiled, no harm in his words. "It's alright, Mr. Agustin. I know you were very hungry, and I don't hold it against you. I know what it's like. And yeah, my name is Dove." He looked back to Church. "And your name is Church. I'm a bird, you're a building. I could totally nest in your rafters." Dove snorted. Oh man, where were those cookies? He needed another. The crumpled cup was placed on the edge of the table so that Dove could take another one of those baked lovelies and nibble while talking to the vampire guys about not-vampire guy stuff. Assuming Mr. Church was a vampire, because if not he was proper weird for slurping down the red stuff like that.

"The pretty one? Oh, that's Jhael." Dove gestured in Jhael's direction with the cookie. Oh, hey... Dove frowned, Jhael didn't look happy at all. "What's up with that, did someone upset him? Am I gonna have to slap a bitch?!" His attention slewed again as the huge big guy spoke up about him looking... Regal? Or did he say seagull? Dove started to laugh hard. What the shit was going on? This was crazy!

"Boys! Don't forget Ms. Leo's bottles. She wanted you guys to have a good time too!" Toran got the biggest smile. Seagull!

We don't have to wait till the morning, the Sun will never go down. And we will be this way forever.
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Toran was feeling... odd. But mellow. Mellow was good right? He wasn't the best conversationalist in the first place, since he tended to either say too much, or not think of anything to say at all. But right now, he was feeling, very very relaxed. Which was odd given the sheer volume of people moving around him. He kept his legs tucked under him to avoid tripping anyone. The wall was safe. He couldn't squish anyone if he was against the wall. Squish... that's an amusing word.

He took out his phone and looked at it, then put it away again. He didn't remember why he got it out, so there was no point in just holding it like some kind of moron. He reached into another pocket and found a few lengths of wire, a battery and three screws. It was a little confusing. Then he had a thought. He could totally twist the wire and screws into a reindeer. He put the battery away, a little sad he didn't have a red led cuz then he could have made rudolph. He started twisting the wire into the right shape. The big screw worked for the head, then the antlers. The used the other two screws to frame the hips and then regarded it. Ok, it was sort of a reindeer, at least a wire sketch of one. Though, he supposed if you flipped it over it could be an owl with a huge mustache.

Whatever, his reindeer was awesome. Reaching out he hung it off the tree and nodded to himself. Damned straight. Christmas'd that bitch right up.
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Up to this point, Dawid had been happy to hang back and scope out the party from the sidelines. The outfit that Jhael had gifted him was surprisingly in tune with his own sensibilities, and he would occasionally reach out with his handkerchief to polish the huge black buttons.

His former obsession, Aguirre, was there. It had been months since he had drank from her, and the urge to drink from her had slowly faded. Tonight, it seemed like he was looking upon her with renewed eyes. Her hair didn't seem quite so shiny, her kettledrums not so large, her hips not so broad. She seemed to him like the sort of person that he'd love to converse with once again. The urge to bed her now seemed... strange.

"Tidings" he mouthed from a distance, waving towards her with his hand at breast height. He wouldn't approach, though. He'd harassed her quite enough on the last few occasions.
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There were to many people here, say to many people for the Amazonian to know what the fuck to do with. Toran was as uncomfortable as she was, feeling overly large now in the tight space for so many freeloaders. At least they brought gifts. Toran had told her to open hers, but she didn't. The idea of doing so Infront of so many fucking Fangers and fanger bangers was just to weird, to personal, and it made her want to go screaming from the party like a bat out of hell. She'd dressed as slutty as she could manage without being untasteful, to try and make herself feel more confident in her space. People got unnerved by nakedness a lot, or nearly nakedness, and she was attempting to use both that rude and uncomfortable rub she managed to irritate people with, and the uncomfortable comfort of her dominating sexuality. It usually helped to keep people waking a good circle around her.

It might have here, as she'd already noticed the pale Casper kid look at her with big round blue eyes of glazed torture, and sent another one behind the Christmas tree. There were two little brown kids, one a ghoul that was prattling on about... Did she hear that right? Nesting in churches rafters? Well, good luck kid. She wasn't going to go rescue him, to be honest, watching Church look so fucking confused and overwhelmed was the only thing keeping her rooted into her uncomfortable corner and not fleeing through the night. She had gotten somewhat baked before coming over, but it was dawning on her that she needed to dose that up -significantly- or she was going to go stab the looney tunes kid again. Who was he scaring over there, the same small kid Church. She have Augustin a good, long, hard sort of look. Hopefully he caught the message in it, the message being "behave or you will get worse than a little knife in your gut this time." Yeah, no trust with his lot, the crazy ones were always so unpredictable.

"I need an epic amount of weed to survive this..." She mumbled, voice low and whispered as she spoke to Hammy the Christmas tree head. Then she moved for the kitchen, not so carefully making her way along the crowded room. She just tended to push passed folks in her way, not upset and knock them over altogether, but jostle them out of the way. She was searching out the cookies, Aguirre promised her special cookies. She was going to eat the entire batch.
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"You are so fucking Camarilla. All hope and optimism. Maybe we can mount a rescue mission, and everyone can have a cupcake party, and fly around on Pegasus unicorns pooping rainbows."
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That picture...
"Yeah.. Yeah I have. A while ago. We talked a bit" she said softly, noticing Toran's slightly off behaviour from the corner of her eye once more. Huh... What was up with him?

Uhm, she'd check on him next.
"Friend of yours?" Yeah, she hadn't noticed Moshe there yet. Too many people in too short time to have had a chance to greet everyone. "You know... I'm sure he would want you to be happy today hm? Being here with friends.." she want entirely sure how to cheer him up.
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Okay. This was not getting easier for Agustin. And the ever so confusable Malkavian likely wouldn't be able to fix that by his lonesome. His expression sank when the big dude named Church implied that Agustin was ugly. "Not pretty..?" He barely got out the half-question as Dove began anew with his own brand of spiel. Rumbly-tummy sounding guy said something, too. Agustin wished he looked regal. Whatever that meant...

"Oh. Um, okay. No, thanks. I don't need to meet him. Seems like a prick, anyway." For once, Agustin was sorta having trouble getting the words coming out of his proverbial foot heard. He caught a glance at Aguirre. Fuck. She looked annoyed. Definitely at Agustin. He was the one making unpopular jokes, after all. "I'm not even gay..." Was probably not heard at all in between the pigeon's prodigal ramblings.

And there was another dude now whom Sawyer had stuck a bow onto. Great. Another fucking dude. Would it have hurt to invite more women? Agustin felt like he just realized he was in a men only night club, the only one making gay jokes. He certainly was a bit of a dumbfuck at times. Dove got that right. At least one of the ghouls didn't seem to pay any mind to Agustin's off color joke. Which was good, seeing as how it was the one Kine here he liked lesser than the rest.

And then something about doing stuff in other people's rooms. "Uh, I don't know. I suppose if it was okay with them, I would. But I don't think they're into group stuff..." He barely muttered, so overpowering was Dove's conversational skills. He definitely wouldn't go anywhere near a coffin, that's for sure. The very idea creeped him out immensely and the cringe expected of him was naturally given. With the smaller boy wrapped around the Malkavian's shoulder, pulling him closer, and giving him looks he didn't quite understand. Yeah, not getting any less confused here. "I don't thinking slapping Jhael would help..."

Mac gave a terrifying look to the struggling Lunatic, 'Oh, fuck. Please don't stab me again!' He thought as his heterochrome eyes widened momentarily at her before being drawn back to this horrible conversation he had regrettably become a part of.

Agustin had to get away from some of this. "Uh, sorry." He spoke more audibly, "I need to sit down, sorry..." The Lunatic did his best to pull away from the other guys he had haphazardly become engaged with, as best he could not to offend any more than he already had. Turning around to see Toran, the young Malkavian could swear he saw a cloud of smoke twirling around the big guy looking like he was just about to burst into giggles. He scooted over and sat next to him, anyway. Thunder-Voice seemed pretty chill, at least.
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Toran looked at Agustin as he sat next to him and blinked slowly. Pajamas seemed like an awfully comfortable choice in clothing. The boy was smart. Just chill with pajamas and be comfortable 24/7. Damned clever kid. He muscular man held out a fist for Agustin to bump.

"Pajamas. Fuck yeah."

His voice was a low rumble as he chuckled. His first fist a mass of tattooed wires, cogs and torn away metal plating. Though his clothing hid the rest of the tattoo that covered his right arm up and over his shoulder blade and down to his ribs. His frosty blue eyes were a bit blood shot but not too badly.

"Smart man. Wearing pajamas. Comfortable things pajamas. Good for keeping the world mellow. Mellow is good. Opposite of rowdy. Rowdy is bad. Best avoided. But if everyone wears pajamas they're more comfortable. Comfortable is damned good."

Why the fuck was he rambling about pajamas? Had he gone stupid? Toran blinked and took a deep breath and closed his mouth. Something screwy was going on in his brain. He wasn't sure WHAT exactly, but he was pretty sure it was there. Somewhere.
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A while ago.

Jhael lowered his eyes and folded the picture away. There could be another explanation. Moshe could have taught the recipe to anyone before he disappeared. They were his friends. That battered old superhero wallet in his dresser should probably be given to them...

Didn't want to think about this here.

Drawing an unsteady breath, he forced a smile to the Swedish woman. He couldn't answer if he was a friend. Moshe would say no. "Thanks. Sorry," he shook his head. "Think I just had too much to drink on an empty stomach. Gonna get some water and go clean up if I can find the bathroom." His eyes wandered across the room to Dove, but the guy seemed happy over there with the Mexican and another person who looked like he just crawled out of bed. Considering that last look he was given, Jhael considered asking Sawyer where the doghouse is so he could go curl up in it. Getting to his feet, he grabbed a small handful of butt cookies and wrapped them in a napkin. Maybe a peace offering when he's done washing off his protocol violation.

And the scotch. He took the scotch and skulked along the wall with his shoulders slightly hunched to look for the bathroom.
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Agustin caught that fist-bump. Damn, that was pretty smooth. Luck just collided between these two larger than average persons and exploded into a meeting of clenched hands that rocked the very foundation of this party. Or maybe Agustin was hallucinating pretty hard, all of a sudden. Was this guy high, though? He seemed high as Santa's sled.

"Yep, pajama bottoms. Comfy as fuck. Can't beat 'em!" He responded, an air of chillness coalescing around the duo. Hopefully a vortex of awesome calm brotherhood would form and batter the rest of the population with hurricane force giggles. Agustin could use a bit more of that chillitude, in a more direct dosage. "Hey, could I have some of yer wrist, bro?" Everything felt slightly more alright in this moment as the Lunatic and Toran shared a piece of this beautiful continuum. Just for a moment, at least...
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He needed to get out.

Now.

There was a veritable crowd gathered around the Christmas tree by now and Moshe was ready to scream, eyes squeezing shut as he rubbed his temples. The shuriken on the tree branches jingled merrily as he moved and with a hiss, he lowered his arms, turning to eye what he was sure was the bathroom door. He measured the distance before turning his head to judge where the trio were.

Dove chattering to the crowd. Jhael talking with... Was that Lucy?

Why was he even surprised anymore?

And Dawid distracted Aguirre watching

He nodded to himself, biting his lip before scuttling out of the tree and heading hastily towards the door. Posture straight to make himself seem taller, head turned towards the wall to make glimpsing his face hard. Was just fifteen feet at most. Come on. Almost there...

He didn't see Jhael finish his conversation with Lucy and stand to head in his direction.

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She gave Jhael another one of those comforting smiles as he pulled sway and got up. The poor guy probably needed a little time to gather himself, she couldn't blame him for that though she honestly wished she could've offered him some help in finding his smile.

Having kept an eye on Toran was probably not a bad idea though as she got up and overheard the question from the man next to him. Honestly, if it wasn't for the qualities of Toran's blood, she would've simply left it his choice. But... She really rather as few as possible Kindred knew, because she had no desire for him to become a target.

However, she wasn't a bitch, or at least hoped she wasn't as she made her way over to the two with a smile at both.
"Usually I'd leave that choice to him but, he's already been kind enough to let me feed tonight, and I don't want to put any strain on him" which was true, she'd seen him when she'd taken too much too fast.
"Looks to me like you might already had enough to drink too, baby" the blonde said with a light chuckle as she reached out to brush a gentle hand over Toran's cheek while sitting down on the floor herself so she could talk with both of them.
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Toran was still trying to think of an answer to Agustin's question when Lucy spoke up. He nodded his head slowly.

"Yup. S'true. It's weird. I didn't drink ANYTHING. Just ate some cookies. Now I feel all weird and confused. Happy though. This is the King of Pants. Have you met him?"

Toran points at Agustin. The King of Comfortable Pants... the Pajama Lord. WTF is going on in this skull? He closes his eyes for a moment and holds out his arms to Lucy so she can drop into his crossed legged lap if she wants too.

"S'a nice party. A lil small, but that's how it goes right? Family always ends up all crowded together with those uncomfortable silences. Soon shall come the scandals and yelling. Knowing Mac she spiked the blood Oh Pajama Lord, so you might want to try the punch bowls. I'd bet there's something unusual in either or both of them. Should do you up just fine."

He nods like an ancient wise man and grins in a friendly manner. Then he reached into his pocket and took out a bottle of water and started drinking. Yup, never drink from a punch bowl at a party Mac attended. Guaranteed to fuck you up. Good thing he was too smart to fall for THOSE tricks. Oh yeah.
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Ah, well. So much for that. Agustin wasn't the type to bake, anyway. And then what Toran said next, Agustin 'sploded with chuckles. "Ja!" He guffawed with gusto. "Yo soy Rey Agustín El Primero de los Pantalones, Señor de Pijamas, por la Gracia de Dios!" He introduced himself in a kingly manner with bellowing laughter and equally obnoxious gestures to match. He played the part of pants royalty well.

"And your names are?" He asked with a beaming grin on his face. "You must be a couple, then! Such a beautiful pair!" He smiled for them, genuinely, but he had to make an effort to hide his inner jealousy. Couldn't have that showing up now, could he? This conversation was already a helluva lot better than the last.
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As if she'd ever refuse an offer like that from Toran.

The blonde easily slipped into his lap with a smile, sitting so that she could lean against the massive Ghoul's shoulder while facing, Agustin was it? Yeah, the same guy who'd had fun with the less than amusing joke earlier but, yeah, the Brujah would prefer to give people a chance to prove themselves better than what their first impressions might suggest.
Besides, how many people hadn't judged her a complete airhead by their first impression of her?

"I'm Lucy" the Swede smiled, even extending a hand in greeting though don't think for a moment she hadn't picked up on Toran's comment about not even having had anything to drink yet. Because something was up with him, she just... wasn't sure what. Although the cookie comment had her suspecting someone might've had some fun with the recipe.

She'd let Toran introduce himself. It wasn't actually as if she spoke for both of them, despite how the Camarilla society might view things.
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He wasn't going to slap Jhael! Dove didn't get chance to explain he would slap whoever had left his prettier, more experienced, more valuable, better off financially, better styled (Dove had dressed himself, so no competition tonight), buddy looking so glum, because Agustin left as quickly as he'd arrived. Moving off to sit on the floor with the big guy whose name Dove didn't recall ever hearing.

"Yeah, well. So. There's that." Dove sighed loudly. That awkward moment where the people at the party suddenly have to be anywhere but talking to him, but that's OK! He's Kenny fucking Cooper, bitches! Kenny Cooper don't need nobody to talk to! Dove started to giggle. For some reason, it was just the funniest shit ever.

There was so much nice stuff here! Dove would need to tell Mr. Sawyer what an awesome party this was, hadn't even yet had chance to talk to the big guy. Ah, Mr. Sawyer... Was there mistletoe? Probably not, but there was Aggy-Gary looking unseasonably angry. Dove waved enthusiastically before blowing her a kiss. So nice that she and Mr. Sawyer had gone and gotten together or whatever vampires did. Nice, and kinda depressing. At least Mr. Sawyer hadn't fallen for Jhael. That would suck ALL the ass.

Oh yeah, Jhael... Dove looked around for the pale creature. Jhael needed a hug. Everyone needed hugs! Damn. When did it get so busy in here? Whatever was in the box-drink must be some damn good stuff. Dove felt fantastic, but a bit unsteady on his feet. Eyeing the veritable obstacle course of a room, its furniture and the other guests, Dove made the sensible choice of getting down on his hands and knees so he could crawl along under the table to the other side. No dodging and dancing around people for this clever little bastard, nu-uh! Laughing to himself he shuffled along the floor and out of the other side.

Bet someone is having a fit because they think I'm gonna knock the table over and shit'll go everywhere but nooooo. I got this, Dove is one smart- "Uff!"

The table survived Dove's commando antics, but as he darted out of the other side he felled one hurried party-goer who clearly didn't have his amazing sense. He didn't fall over anyone, after all.

"Oh man, sorry. Sorry! I didn't see you there because I was under the table bein' SMART." Getting up, Dove moved to help the stricken guest who had gone and tripped over him, only to break into a huge smile at the sight of a familiar face.

"MUSHY KLEEEEEEN!" Dove screeched. It had been AGES since he'd seen the disabled man. Now here was someone deserving of one of those hugs he had been thinking about. So, Dove went for it.

We don't have to wait till the morning, the Sun will never go down. And we will be this way forever.
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Should get water, but the scotch is nice and bladder already feeling like a loaded balloon. If the bathroom was any further, that would be two protocol violations. Tears are bad enough, but if his dick exploded lemonade again, Sawyer's gonna start thinking he hasn't been toilet trained at all and if it gets back to Mr. Blucher, someone's going to get inventive in a bad way.

Too much time to brood on the way. Didn't need to taste that dish again and didn't need to hear Dove enjoying himself with everyone else. Happy for him, but would be happier NOT in the doghouse. Why is he even mad? Should stop questioning it and just accept the facts of life. DOGHOUSE is his lot in life and all he has to make up for it is a handful of ass. Hard thing to take from someone who was making him at least temporarily start to feel like he did before Ry broke up with him. Broke up. Fuck your stupid head again. You were never together! Not like that anyway. Whatever, there's the bathroom.

HELL NO, someone is trying to run in there. Always, bathroom could be empty all night and of course someone else wants to use it the moment he's about to explode. Who the fuck is that, shit's all dark and blurry but no time to ask, the bladder is NOT waiting, so Fuck it, gonna just run for it and cut in line here with a little shove...

"MUSHY KLEEEEEEN!"

Someone's scratched record of a brain skipped and the drunken ball of blonde angst tripped to collide with the smaller ethnic children in an explosion of spilled scotch and butt cookies.
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Ow.

Moshe blinked blearily up at the figure standing over him. Who had the poor sense to be crawling on the fucking floor in this crowd? Jesus fucking Mary and Joseph. His brow furrowed before smoothing with realization, brows arching as eyes widened in surprise. He tensed up, breath freezing in his lungs as he stared.

The last time he had seen that face... Well, things had ended poorly.

He tried to speak, to cut off the shout he knew was coming. But the vaguely terrified squeak wasn't enough to cut off Dove's screech, Moshe cringing as the soft cool grey became nearly white with the rise in octaves.

Well, that was it.

He was dead.

And then there was another weight, bony elbows digging into his ribs as it dropped heavily on him. He wheezed, blinking through the scotch in his eyes and hair, struggling to get out from under the dogpile.

He need to get away now.

"Get off! Get off get off get off GET OFF!!!"

Violent green voice raised, shivers of cool sage arcing through it as his voice cracked.

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"I'm Toran Cra-WHATTHEFUCKISGOINGON?"

The huge man looked past Agustin to see the pile of thrashing squalling teenage boys on the floor in the path towards the bathroom. His voice is a deep rumbling thunder as hugs Lucy towards him and frowns. Contemplating the madness that seems to be going on. His first impulse was to rise up and deal with the problem... but it wasn't his problem and Lucy was quite comfortable on his lap. He was pretty sure breaking up teen fights was a host duty.

Though he felt a bit of a heel for standing pat he didn't think his big form rampaging across the living room was going to help stuff. Besides, he was pretty sure at least half the people in this room could move a damned sight faster than he could.

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Can't leave... can't leave... can't leave the girls will eat me....
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THANK THE NEWBORN BABY JESUS MERRY FUCKING CHRISTMAS HE'S ALIVE! Alive, he's ALIVE! It's HIM, can smell that orange shit he uses and what the fuck is Dove doing on the ground here?! Elation dampened by a pressing biological need and ow, fuck! Finger in the eye!

"FUCK!" he exclaimed eloquently to express his joy. Rolling over and off the writhing pile of flailing limbs, he squinted at a spinning ceiling, gasping to catch his breath.

"Oh, my god..." he breathed. "You fuckers. I-... fuck."

Can't handle this.

BLADDER can't handle this!

Before the One He Was Just Grieving For could scurry in to hide, Jhael bolted into the bathroom and SLAMMED it shut before a happy reunion could turn into that humiliating protocol violation. His phone slipped from his pocket in the scramble, left amidst the boys and butt cookies.
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