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Wendell sighed as he walked into the club and stared at the token he had been given. How had Anna talked him into this? Being an anime collector Anna had decided their costumes, which meant Wendell had been forced to bleach his hair back to it's blonde roots. He was dressed as .jpg]Nekozama from Ouran High School Host Club in his more natural state. Because it apparently fit his personality better and he had the hair for it. He had even been forced to carry around a little Belzenef doll on his hand. He glared at the smaller girl next to him who had a bright smile on her face.

"I can't believe I let you talk me into this. I feel like a fool."

Anna was dressed up as Renge from the same manga, complete with a yellow school uniform and her own little microphone for yelling into. Her normally white hair was died brown to match her character. She giggled up at her technician.

"Aww come on!! You look great! Besides who would have thought up these costumes!"

Wendell sighed again, suddenly seeming much more like his morose character. The two walked around a bit, noticing they were kinda the first students there. A few girls giggled and squeeled a bit a the sight of him but he simply ignored them. But there was one woman he couldn't ignore if he tried. He blinked as the woman walked up to him and offered him the strange drink.

"I wonder what this is?"

"Maybe it's a super special halloween cocktail! And we get to try it!!"

Anna had already accepted her drink and was sniffing at the strange mixture. But she was smarter than she looked, or at least more cunning, because she waited to see if Wendell would drink it first.

Talu beamed as she walked into the club, the edges of her black and red Victorian dress lightly sweeping over the surface of the floor. Lace adorn over the black areas of the dress along with the edges of the sleeves and dress. She had had fun with her makeup, red blush, red lipstick with a little red eyeshadow. The tan-skinned girl looked up at Diemos, smiling at his choice of dress.

Diemos grinned, showing his fangs with a tilt of the worn black top hat that sat atop his raven-haired head. Her partner looked absolutely stunning in his black slacks, black vest that covered only a bit of the white undershirt. The black knee-length Victorian coat was the perfect end to the costume that Talu had found in her closet. "Good thing I had that, huh?" Diemos looked down at Talu and smirked, adjusting the collar of his undershirt a bit.

"Indeed it was." Diemos lightly patted Talu's head before fixing it a bit. Talu reached up, batting his hands away before fixing the strand of hair that peaked of the curls that she had curled and put up into a bun that looked like a bunch of curls. Her bangs had been left out of the bun to be slightly curled and left to the sides of her face.

"There, now will you escort me, sir?" Talu giggled lightly as Diemos moved his arm out for her to take it.

They walked more into the club, looking around and noticing all the costumes that everyone wore. Talu was amazed by the many different ideas for costumes people had. Both Diemos and Talu stopped as a rather happy waitress came up to them and offered them a drink.

"Hmm..." Deimos looked down into the glass, raising an eyebrow to the drink. Talu took a closer look, sniffing it a bit before looking down at it.

"Should... we drink it?" Talu inquired, making a face at the drink, knowing better then to drink something that she hadn't made or ordered herself.

"If they were trying to kill us, I'm sure they would have done it when we entered and everyone else seems to be okay." Diemos continued to look at his drink before looking around at everyone, noticing that no one has dropped dead or anything.

The couple stepping through the doors looked, if anything, slightly uncomfortable being the focus of any onlookers' eyes... possibly because of the unusual amount of skin currently on display or at least it was unusual for them.

Or maybe it was just the air conditioning, which hadn't yet given up completely in the face of all the bodies currently pressing into the club.

Either way, they had caught at least a few eyes as they edged through the crowd and made their way around the edge of the dance-floor, apparently trying to touch as few people as possible. Mytha spent most of her time looking around at her very first club, trying to acclimatize herself to the music and attempting to stop thinking about what would happen should her tunic come undone.

'Esther knows what she's doing,' Mytha reminded herself, wondering if she should have left the quiver of arrows - well, arrow-shafts, as the points were actually snipped off - back in her room. Wondering that helped her to ignore the cool air descending on her bare shoulders.

Tristan was in similar straits, only because his grand plan to be witty and independent and not come as part of a matched set had been disrupted by, apparently, Fate. He'd come as Zeus, God of Lightning, King of Olympus! ... But maybe going for a younger, clean-shaven, non-Santa-looking interpretation hadn't been so wise. They'd only had to walk a block from the Jack In The Box parking-lot and they'd already been complimented thrice on their Apollo and Artemis costumes.

"It's Zeus," Tristan had said, but he wasn't looking forward to correcting people all night.

They lucked out and found a table surrounded by four stools, picking up they're pace to beat another couple to it; their accessories clinked together and were lost under the sound of the music and the club-goers, and both Mytha and Tristan were taking their seats as the other two - costumed as Marie Antoinette (with detached head) and some long-haired pre-Revolutionary France uniform-wearing woman - shot them a dirty look and moved off again.

A moment of silence passed between them, and finally Mytha said, "It's because you're blond."

A beat.

"Excuse me?"

"Why they think you're Apollo. Because he's usually an older man with a beard, and Apollo's a young blond guy with a dark-haired sister."

Another beat.

For the life of him, Tristan couldn't think of a reply. And he knew his mythology, damn it!

Fortunately the silence was broken by the arrival of their complimentary drinks, and as the waitress flitted away each member of the pair raised their glass and gave it a little swirl. The black-and-gold layers don't budge much, and they meet each other's gaze, an eyebrow identically arched at the suspicious and undoubtedly highly-alcoholic cocktail. Something about that moment broke the silence, and they laughed to themselves before Tristan lightly clinked the rim of his glass against Mytha's.

"Don't overdo it," he warned, with a only half-sarcastic grin. I don't want to have to carry you out of here in this bedsheet."

"Please," scoffed Mytha, her faint smile belying her confident tone of voice. "I could drink you under the table, city-boy."

They drank.



((OOC: Costumes roughly something like this, but with a bigger sun/moon motif. Let's say Tristan's tailor thought suns would look better than lightning.))

To put it bluntly, Rainer was the only one that was really excited for this party that they had all been invited to. Kang was much too meek to willingly put herself out into such a scene while Caine could just care less, he would prefer laying on the couch in their living room, sleeping the night away. The blond fighting fan would have none of that, however. He was the one who had picked out their costumes, all matching (series-wise) and ready to go the night of the party.

Kang Ling’s was plan enough, and she was glad for that. Although the style was nothing like hers, it could pass off as somewhat normal, so long as people didn’t get a close look at her bright blue dress. Black dress shoes clacked against the concrete as “Alice” strolled alongside her perky “Tweedle Dum”, who also happened to be carrying “Tweedle Dee”.

The group of three walk up to the man dressed in black idly hanging by the door. He doesn’t even spare them a glance as Rainer hands him the invitation and gestures for the trio to enter the club. As they step inside they notice that they are not the first to arrive and there are already pairs mingling about.

A woman dressed as an angel twirls over to them, a tray of drinks in her hand. Both Rainer and Kang take a drink, the girl grabbing an extra for when Caine wakes up. Tweedle Dum drinks the black-and-gold drink without a second thought while the technician takes small sips from it. Rainer sets his twin down, who is already reluctantly stirring awake and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. Kang Ling hands him his drink and he drowsily downs some of the liquid.

They stand around for a bit, Kang nervously stringing her hands through her hair, sidetail gone for the night. That is when all three hear the cry of The Three Musketeers and Rainer curiously glanced towards the direction of the voices, face lighting up when he realized who it is. He bounded his way over to them, brother and partner closely following behind.

“Hey! Is that you, Derek?” chirped Rainer.

Heidi had practically flounced in front of her on the walk to the Club. She had only received their costumes in the mail the day before the party (Heidi had started to fret they wouldn't come in time, and secretly Dar hoped they wouldn't) and Heidi had waited until just hours before to put it on, not wanting to ruin it before the party.

The red, Victorian dress of Mrs. Lovett seemed to bring out every ounce of giddiness that Heidi possessed, and as they approached the door, she turned around and waited for her partner to catch up with her. She took Dar's white-jacketed arm and opened her parasol behind her, wanting to make a stunning entrance in costume.

Dar had tried to argue that since her hair was both red AND curly, she should go as Lovett. Heidi had immediately discarded this idea, saying that Todd fit her better anyway (Dar couldn't deny this). She had left her hair up in it's rag curlers, like always, and they had used spray on hair dye on a section of her hair to turn it white.

They each took the token handed to them and moments later, a woman in dressed in white approached them, exchanging the tokens for the strange black and gold drinks.

"Do you think there's alcohol in these?" Heidi asked, leaning towards Dar.

"Gods, I hope so," she said, looking around. Spotting a familiar face, she made a beeline for the older boy. "Lucien!" Dar said, cracking a smile. Their encounter at the ice cream shop had left a good impression on her. She liked when people were level headed, especially with Heidi falling all over them. "Glad to see someone I know here," she said.

" You know they should have let the bouncer dress up as like a spartan or something, he's not exactly intimidating like that, mostly just looks like a big black blob right now." Cammi pointed out to her partner as she stepped into the club. Not, she mused, that bouncers usually looked any different to begin with but he was decidedly under dressed for the occasion.

Once she was through the door the technician's icy blue eyes looked around, taking in the festive but elegant decor. " It's like classroom five got an upgrade and more space" she murmured, voice just loud enough to be heard over the music by the girl beside her.

Bianca made a noise of agreement as she weaved her way through the costumed crowd, agreeing with both sentiments." I can't see anyone we know yet." The technician wasn't sure if that was becuase no one they knew was there, at least where she could see them, or becuase she didn't recognize them in their costumes. Not that she was all that recognizable herself with her skin dusted blue and her hair in a bun that was hidden under a wig. She was dressed up as the Corpse bride, fake skeletal arm and all. It might be cliche becuase of the obvious Halloween connection but Bianca had liked the movie and the dress was something she could wear and enjoy being in. Not quite her normal style but similar in a way.

The pair carried on further into the club, accepting odd looking black and gold drinks from a girl who clearly though ones name should be ones costumes. At least the drinks she'd given them had been entertaining to look at, Cammi thought was she tried to find a place to sit. Dressed up as a matador, complete with detachable cape, the taller girl wanted to not have to walk and drink while she surveyed the rest of the club and tried to get a read on it's atmosphere. Although already the feel of it's music in her ears made the adrenaline junkie's her blood hum. It was going to be a very good night, Cammi was certain of it.

Even before the door had fallen shut behind them, Dario could already tell he wasn't really going to like this whole adventure; to many people in costume and to much social interaction by default. The music, although a reasonably low thrum that allowed one to talk over it, created an annoying thrumming sensation while the amount of chatter in the art added to the ruckus. Somehow, he wished he could just turn around and walk back out the door again, but the grip Rayne had on his wrist made that idea just a dream for now.

With a sigh of resignation, he figured he could at least try and deal with the situation for now; he had at least convinced Rayne to let him skip out on the costume for cultural reasons*. Rayne had, however, definitely not skimped on her own outfit, even though a number of the pieces looked like they came from her normal wardrobe; actually he was pretty sure the corset, skirt, and boots, and probably a good deal of the other accessories were from there. She had topped the whole outfit off by drawing 'stitches' across the autopsy looking scar that ran up her chest and over her bare shoulders, small bat wings, and some glue in white fangs. She had wanted to add some fake blood, but Dario had been rather adamant about not wanting permanent stains on anything so she had dropped the idea.

After a moment more of hesitation, he finally stepped fully into the room that held those invited for the party, spotting a few faces he knew and many he didn't and not bothering to make note of either as a waitress was quick to make her way over to them and leave them with the signature cocktail of the night. It was a rather odd color for a drink, and probably alcoholic, thus not his idea of a good time.

"Dario, drink it~ you need to loosen up." And of course Rayne wouldn't just let him off the hook, even though her glass was still dangling untouched from her fingers.

Regarding her and then the drink again, he quickly made up his mind that he really wasn't going to touch the stuff; he had no clue how much alcohol could be in it after all. "You just want to see if I'll get drunk." He accused, his voice barely carrying over the music and chatter. The bright grin he received in response was all he needed to know that she wasn't dropping this and it wasn't going to be painless for him.


((*In parts of Europe (particularly Germany/Sweden/etc. 'Halloween' is actually a day to light candles and remember the dead... not eat candy and celebrate))