2019-09-21 - Platinum Invasion

Dylan arrives with Mae, his arm offered up to the woman as they make their way down the path towards the firepits. The artist is dressed in a pair of black cargo pants, a pair of grey sneakers, and a light blue t-shirt that is, for once, spotless of paint or charcoal. Slung over his shoulder is a messenger bag that he carries with him, and while the two talk, his contribution to it is small, at least when the first arrive. "Red. Good." He pauses for just a heartbeat, a deep breath drawn in, and then on he leads, angling towards the dumplings as he leans over to whisper one last little thing to the dancer.

Out onto the lower deck steps one of the newer dancers at the Cabaret. Roxy, or Echo as she goes by on stage, is dressed in a vintage, off-the-shoulder pencil dress in a dark teal peacock shade, which sets off her bright blue eyes. (Dress: https://i.imgur.com/fXJdiBy.jpg) Her feet have high-heeled mary janes on them, and her hair and makeup are styled to the last brush stroke. Apparently, she dresses like she stepped out of the past, or like she's in some Rockabilly club, all the time. The quiet woman with the Scandinavian accent looks around shyly, holding a clutch purse in her hands.

"I like red. Sometimes, it's a pretty brash color and I'm obviously not brash at all, you know?" Mae grins up at Dylan, making a face at him if he decides to laugh at her. She's wearing a strapless sundress, the white fabric embroidered with tiny purple flowers, a pair of white flip flops and a flower behind her ear. She sniffs at the air and puts a hand over her heart. "I swear that she has some unearthly sense of food that I just want." She has taken control and is leading Dylan to the egg rolls by the arm. She grabs some chop sticks, plucks out an egg roll and considers the fire pits. "Which one you wanna sit at?"

Love's just setting out the last of the pizza's and paid off the delivery dudes when seven rolls around. She pours herself a half-full lime marg from one of the pitchers on a hightop table, then carries herself over to grab a prime seat, giving her a view of the whole deck, her back to a corner of it with the ocean to her right. She kicks her feet up on the rail, has a sip, and mms. "Nice." TIBS bartenders, we <3 you.

The grey-haired bartender has her hair down tonight, waist length loose curls tangling over the arms of her chair, sweeping across the back of it too. She wears a slinky black dress over a yellow bikini top and black bikini bottoms, the mesh material showing off a lot of inked skin otherwise, though it does its job in just obscuring enough to hide a massive scar across her right hip and thigh. As long as no one's touching.

She tips up from her slouch. "Hey, D, Mae. You look hot. Roxy, you work that vintage line, girl."

From dumplings to egg rolls, Dylan veers off with Mae, and he too picks up a plate, but he waits until it's clear the dancer has had her share of what she wants. Only then does he dare to put a few on his plate, a look of innocence cast her way, "Not brash," He concurs with that far too sweet sound, before it's Love's words that has him perking up, and he'll claim that compliment as directed at him, too. "Thanks," He coos out with a playful tone, a waggle of brows cast towards the surfer, "Worked hard," At his... not hot at all attire, especially compared to the dancer standing next to him. His face scrunches up at the question, and then a puff of air comes out, "Whichever!" He concludes to Mae, leaving it to her to pick a spot. Up a hand lifts, fingers giving a wiggle of 'hello' to Roxy, a brief flicker of recognition from amateur night.

Kailey waits to arrive when a number of other people seem to be. Dressed in nothing really special. A pair of black slim jeans, a white t-shirt with a spray painted universe, and a purple windbreaker over it. Over a shoulder is a messenger bag that seems to have at least a few books? Something bulky. The young woman scans the area and makes her way, snagging an eggroll as she goes, to the deck.

For a moment the pale young woman seems much smaller. Maybe lost. Then she is quickly making for a small table where some good light shines. The bag is slung down and she begins to pull out a large binder. A pretty universe design has been slipped into the cover and in white words, 'HENNA' can be read. As she does this the dark swirling stains of intricate lace and florals of henna can be seen decorating her own hands.

Roxy looks over towards Love at the comment and she smiles and gives a little wave. She makes her way over to the drinks, her nose wrinkling up as she ponders the margaritas. Not something she's had before, but there is a first time for everything. She pours herself a glass, then follows Mae's example, putting a little bit of whatever the other woman does on her own plate. When in doubt, copy someone who looks like they know what's good. She brings her plate over to one of the tables and settles down.

Cameron is already drunk. Someone let her into the mango margaritas, and the very, very predictable thing happened. Now the skinny young woman is dancing at a firepit like it might reach out and touch her or something. Clad in a shirt that isn't really a full shirt anymore, it's black and reads 'Zeppelin' across the front with a faded band logo. The sleeves have been cut, as have a lot of the sides, leaving huge gaps through which much skin can be seen, as well as the strapless bra she wears under it, because she is a damned classy lady. Her skinny jeans look painfully painted on, tucked into her low-heeled boots, which means she's under six feet tall for once.

Cam dances with the flames with her arms up over her head, still holding a now-empty glass, her arms crossed lightly at the wrists as she sways back and forth to the melodic tunes, swaying her hips into it like she forgot her spine at home. Her boots scuff up the sand in the place when she decides to twirl, casually kicking up debris around her like a windstorm. She must be that one everyone at a concert hates, who keeps jostling into people because the music has GOT her, man.

But the dancing must end, because the cup is empty, and so she begins to sashay towards Love, hips never stopping their boneless roll as she holds her arms out towards the tattooed bartender like she might hug her. "Do we have more of the mangooooo?" It's asked like she might cry if the answer is 'no'.

Movement from the corner of her eye. A lone male has appeared, with her Sempai upon his arm. "DYLAN!" Okay, that was a bit too loud. Cam flinches at the sound of her own voice, tip-toe-walking towards the couple to slap a hand against his chest while he's trying to get food. "Rink, I mean, right? Was it Rink?" It doens't matter, she shakes it off. Literally. By shaking her head. "I have your money! I have it right... right..." A somber look around. "I lost my purse?"

And then Zoiya. "Mae! Hiiiiii, you made it! Oh, this is so great! Everyone is HERE now!"

With all those fire pits going, it's only natural that Viktor finds himself leaning against the railing of the deck instead, the neck of a beer bottle hanging loose in his fingers. The guy was unaware of a planned invasion, meeting the sudden setup of Love and Pizza with a "Huh." and immediately fleeing to safer corners. He's lacking his usual riding gear, having brought the truck, settling for more comfortable sneakers, jeans, and a thin cotton jacket with front zip, leather stripped cuffs, and a button-tab collar. All undone.

The sound of more arriving summons another long swig from the bottle.

Mae blows Love a kiss, grabs a few more things for her plate and makes her way over to the gray haired woman. "Swear to god, girl. This food looks amazing." She settles down nearby, shifting around until she's comfortable. There is a look directed at Dylan for whatever quite comment he made in her ear, a wink shortly after. Then she spots Cameron and she waves happily. "Come sit with us, grab some food and a margarita!" Shit, she forgot her margarita. She sets down her food, gets up and makes her way over to the pitchers. She pours one for herself, and decides to be polite, pouring a second for the nice man who walked her to the bar. She carries them back to her seat, settling down. She raises her glass toward Roxy. "Glad you made it, sure you don't want to sit at one of the fire pits? It's warm!"

Lyric comes over and has a seat by the bartender. She's not in a dress or anything tonight, just a cropped off football jersey with what looks like it used to be double zero on the front. Cut off shorts with fringed bottoms are probably a little too short. It's all worn with a simple pair of royal blue, low top Converse. Once she's had a seat, she slides $20 to Love. "To help pay for the pizza." She's got a drink in hand that's half gone already. "This was a great idea."

Vintage? Like 2010? Park doesn't have any clothes that old so she is dressed as expected; TLC t-shirt, shorts, and flip-flops on her feet (https://pbs.twimg.com/media/Dw9EoZWU0AEsySx.jpg). The satchel bag over one shoulder contains her laptop - never go anywhere without it in case inspiration hits. She bounces into the place with an awed look on her face. "How cool is this! Hey everyone!!" Park has never worried about how loud she may be. She stares in awe at the fire pits before a look of concern. "Are these safe?" But she's a rebel these days so she will dismiss it and live with the danger! "Ooh...food!"

Dylan is finding a chair to sit in at the firepit Mae has picked out, just getting nice and comfortable with Cameron's vocal greeting comes bellowing over towards him. He immediately freezes, like she's a T-Rex that surely must only be able to track him by sight. Those eyes go wide as saucers, and his mouth continues to grow wider and wider in the smile until it he might well burst. "JC," It's his greeting, and when she mentions having money? Well, maybe, depending on which firepit her purse might be burning in right now, he slooooowwwllly reaches down to grab a manilla folder out of that messenger bag. It's held out to her. It's only Mae's look that breaks that moment, a warm bit of laughter finally spilling from him as he hrmphs at whatever is whispered back, and down he finally comes to plop right down into his chosen seat.

Poe drifts into the lower deck by himself, but he seems content enough with that situation. He's wearing close fitting black jeans and a white muscle shirt with a black mesh shirt pulled over it, the buttons of the mesh shirt left unclasped. Someone had clearly tipped him off that there would be food and booze for the taking and that's not something he's going to pass upon. He scans the room while his feed lead the way to the table with drinks, lifting a pitcher and pouring it into a glass before starting to roam the room to mingle.

In the process of wandering he watches Kailey settle down at a table with - a book? A binder. Close to a book. Still not what he was expecting and he drifts closer to see what kind of reading material is appropriate for stripper night at the bar.

Roxy shifts to a firepit at Mae's suggestion and nods her thanks to the woman. Then she tests out the margarita with a small sip. She seems surprised that she likes it, and gets adventurous enough to nibble at an egg roll. For someone with total confidence taking off her clothing on a stage, she's awkward and rather shy when trying to socialize otherwise.

"Yesssss, I need another margarita!" Cameron says that far, far too enthusiasticly. But food? Food is for people who want something in their stomach that isn't alcohol and other illicit foreign substances. The dark-haired young woman finger-snaps at Zoiya, as if she's brilliant, turning and searching for the drinks. Thankfully, Mae helps her find them by getting one for herself.

She takes the folder with a grateful grin at Dylan, holding up a finger. "I have your money. I do. It's... I'll find it."

Cameron is sucking a lime wedge by the time she moves to join the woman that invited her over to sit. She's finally stopped dancing now. Now she's trying to sit. There's a wobble as she attempts it, and her wide eyes keep a watch on her drink to make sure it doesn't slosh. Then she lowers herself down with a dreamy, intoxicated smile, curling her legs up in on herself Indian-style like a spider, and hunching forward.

"You're so right." She mentions to Lyric, nodding in agreement. "This is so great. ...Who are you?" Then a glance at the slipped $20. Her face falls. "Oh shit, were we supposed to..." A point at the bill. "I can... I just left my purse..." She's pointing off in some direction where there is only sand and surf.

"Mee, heeeeeey!" Cameron's lanky arm comes up in greeting, making grabby-hands at the exuberant Park, as if indicating for her to come over to them that. "Get a drink. Immediately. I need other people buzzed with me. Fast."

You bet she takes the hug Cam seems to offer out, her body pressing close in a genuine, boob-crushing hug. The woman loves a good hug. The bartender's only an inch taller than Cameron, so it's a proper one, too.

Love grins wider when Dylan makes a comment about working hard. "Yeah, you did." She laughs again and leans in to give Mae a hug, now that neither of them is covered in plaster or goo. "The dumplings are the shit. Containers marked with SH are shrimp and lemongrass. Fucking what. So good. Eat some. I already smashed a whole order." She's going for another one here in a minute, too. Watch her.

"Lyric, you're a sweetheart, thank you." She takes the offered twenty, "I'm going to see if Tony'll pony up some cash for this." She smiles and kisses Ly's shoulder. "I think it'll be good for us to hang, drink, without the pressure of running away to work every five."

She spots Kailey coming in and, though she doesn't know her, welcomes her with, "Hey, welcome. Have a drink if you want one, food if you'd like some too." She sweeps by to pick up a couple glasses and pour some margs. Yes, it's self-serve, but she's still playing host. "You like mango or lime margaritas?"

She hasn't spotted Vik yet. Hiding as he is from his elevated position.

Mae reaches out to snag one of Dylan's dumplings, taking a bite of it before she puts it back on his plate. She didn't finish it because she spotted Poe. "Poe!" She calls out, waving madly in his direction. "Grab some food and a margarita, do you remember Love? She's the one who makes the bomb ass drinks." She sees Park arrive and waves in her direction too. So many people. She hugs Love back, giving her a kiss on the cheek. "How the fuck did you manage to get all of this done so quick?"

She settles a look on Roxy, watching her settle at a firepit. She isn't gonna be pushy yet, but get a few drinks in her and she's gonna make an attempt to talk more to the dark haired woman.

Kailey looks up from pulling out what is very definitely small, rolled cones, filled with a dark brown something. She gives Poe a sunny smile before her eyes go a little wider. The purple and pink makeup around her eyes is making the green pop in this light. "Ummmm, HI!" She says, her voice soft but managing to be perky. "Do you want to get some henna? I've got lots of fun designs I can do, or stuff from my noggin'..." She pushes the binder towards Poe.

Cameron addressing her has her turning to look at the inebriated woman. The same half-shy smile is given and she says, "Oh...well, thanks. Ummm...mango sounds good. I like mangos..." She turns back to Poe. "Do you like them?"

When Love agrees with Dylan that he worked ever so hard, a kiss is blown her way, complete with his hand going to his lips and tossing it towards the hostess with the hostess. He curls up in his chair, tugging a sketchpad free from his book along with a pencil, using both like they are a protective shield as Cameron's attention turns his way. "Pay whenever," He assures her, either half afraid she'll break his legs, or half afraid she'll end up drowning in the surf looking for it. Only the cheesy smile that comes afterwards shows it's all for good show, which is far different than how he reacts when Mae steals a dumpling. Even when she's placed it back he waits until she /isn't/ looking and is too busy getting Poe's attention, and up he lifts the rest of it to cram it all in his mouth. Chew chew chew goes the artist, as if trying to cover up all evidence at a crime scene.

So many voices coming at Park, though they all seem to agree on one thing - margarita! She grabs one of the mango jugs, though it does seem a bit greedy, before realising she's meant to pour it into one of the odd shaped glasses. And the girl with the colorful hair wants a mango one too, so Park will pour another one. "Anyone else want one?" She'll end up a waitress at this rate.

A grin and wave a Poe - it's her body shot buddy! "Hey, haven't seen you at the club for a while, did I frighten you off?" Thankfully, Mae is there to rein him in. Park will deliver a drink to Kailey first. "You should join us. Trust me, we'll just yell over the restaurant at you anyway. Well, Cameron will at least. Cameron's the cutie..." She points over at the group from the strip club and sighs. "Well, they're all cute actually. You should just join us." Message delivered, she heads on over to the group, picking up more drinks on the way.

Oh Lyric takes the kiss to her shoulder with a warm smile, glad to be here with the people she worked with. They were pretty much her idols. Mae gets a smile too and a brief hug if she's receptive to it. "Hi Mae, I'm glad to see you." Dylan? She doesn't know. "Do you work at the club?" Just curious, really.

"Do I like mangos?" Poe says, his staring clearly having turned into proper conversation while his eyes tighten and he looks down toward the binder that Kailey pushes in his direction. He gives a slight shake of his head. "Hentai?" He asks, clearly not having heard the word properly and not understanding why Kailey would be offering him such a diversion right here. Upon closer inspection he realizes that's not what she's talking about at all. Still, he looks more than a little confused. "Really don't know what that is. You'll tell me though, I hope? Or show me?" He's reaching for the binder to have a look himself but he gets distracted by Mae's voice calling. Poe raises a hand to wave back toward her - "Mae! Hi. And Love! Hi. I'll come over soon. I'm learning a thing over here." Oh, and Park too. By the bright grin he offers in return he doesn't seem all that frightened off.

Poe turns his attention back to Kailey. "You should come over and meet everyone." He'll totally introduce her once he figures out her name.

Sipping at his beer, Viktor is free and clear of the group. Sure, he's largely unable to see them at the firepits, but it also means he's missing out on food. And don't think for an instant he's not having a very quiet, thoughtful internal conversation with himself on the pros and cons of seeing if he can pull out a stealth raid of as many dumplings as would fit in his pocket. And mouth.

That and his drink is going to run out sooner rather than later.

Mae holds open her arms toward Lyric, getting to her feet to offer a hug. "Good to see you, Lyric. How are you doing?" If she gets a hug she'll settle back down in her seat, crossing her legs as she picks up an egg roll. There is a margarita in her other hand, she's double fisting her food and drink tonight. She scoots a bit in case Park makes her way to the firepit, it's getting loud out here, in the best way.

"There's a lot of people here." Cameron looks beyond their immediate group with a frown. Sure, her vision is a little hazy at the moment, but she can't remember seeing them all from the club. Then again, she's only worked there a few nights so far. "Okay, Mae, you're my mentor. Tell me who all of these people are." The brunette reaches out to touch the tattooed stripper's arm, tap-tap-tap-tap, Cam needs your attention. Notice me, Sempai. As if she's going to remember any of the names given right now.

Gloria Estefan had it right, and the rhythm is going to get Cam. She can't sit still, swaying side-to-side where she sits as she settles the folder in her lap and opens it up to see the drawing given to her. "You guys, check it out. My friend Madison has this band called Amulet. And I got Rink to do some promo flyers and a CD cover for them. How sick is thaaaaaaaaat?"

The big reveal comes when she flips the thing over, revealing the gothic-fantasy-inspired art. A depiction of four people, the woman in the middle spreading out dragon wings to cover the rest of the band members. Each one has a weirdness about them, a tentacle arm, a third eye. She waggles it too and fro as its displayed for each person in the group. "Bad ass!"

"Mee. Mee! MEEEEEE!" Cameron is the one yelling across the restaurant. Waving at the girl who would be waitress. "Come look! Come look at this!"

Lacking anywhere else to put the cash, Love tucks it into her bikini top. When in Rome, as they say, or when you're hanging with a bunch of strippers. She laughs and turns back to may. How'd she get this done so fast? "Turns out my tenants are super good about saying yes to their new landlord." What? She lifts a hand and waves hello to Poe.

The blown kiss from Dylan is caught, and she laughs again, pantomiming sliding it into a back pocket she doesn't have in this dress.

The tattooed woman passes off a margarita to Kailey, then takes a pitcher of lime around to top off drinks.

"No one's required to pay. If you want to chip in, I won't say no." She'll probably pay it back with free drinks later that Antonio doesn't know he's giving. Or knows and doesn't care. Have you seen the markup on the ATM and the drinks list at Platinum?

Roxy eats quietly, sipping her margarita, and watching the others interact. She studies them, like she's trying to learn the customs of the strange little family that inhabits the Platinum Cabaret. She nibbles at a dumpling as she moves her bright eyes from one dancer to the next, and the bartenders in turn.

Dylan's pencil is just touching against the paper when Lyric looks his way, and the woman is flashed one of those big, expressive smiles. "Dylan. Rink." Each has a pause between it, as if either name is an acceptable form to call him, and he'll respond. It's her question that has his head shaking back and fourth, "Artist. Student." And there might be the smallest of glances towards Mae and Love in a hope they'll shed a bit more light on it all. Park too is given a look at when Mae speaks to her, but soon enough his head is tucked back down to look at his sketchpad.

Mae considers all of this for a moment, and then she sets down her drink and her half eaten egg roll and gets to her feet. She walks over toward Cameron and starts to gesture at people. "Okay so.." She points to Lyric, flashing a grin toward her. "This is Lyric, she's one of our two DJ's, Park .. or Mee is the other one." She points at Love. "Bartender extraordinaire, of course." She points at Roxy next. "The classiest dancer we've got." She considers and points to Poe. "He's .. my landlord." She glances at Dylan. "You know Dylan.." She pokes her bottom lip out, inked finger tapping against it. "Well shit, who else.." She gestures toward Kailey. "I'm not really sure who she is, honestly. Maybe she'll come join us?" She glances at Cameron and giggles softly. "We're still missing a few people, probably closing up shop?"

Showing up a bit late, but at least showing up. Ico comes wandering into the place, looking around some to spot his fellow Platinum Pals. Spotting the group and making his way over. "Hey." Offered, not crashing right in though as everyone is caught up in conversations. "Sorry I'm late." Is added with a smile to those he recognizes. Amused at some of the happy ones shouting back and forth.

An attempt is made. His empty bottle left on the secondary bar, Viktor makes a straight-line run down the stairs, skirting around the outskirts of the fire pits, raiding a dumpling box with all the casual attitude of a trustworthy raccoon, and then attempts to make his way inside the building proper. Will he make it unseen? Will he get away with such a brazen attempt at food theft? Does he actually think he can swallow that entire dumpling he shoved in his mouth at once without choking?

Who knows. He certainly doesn't. Because dumpling.

Does Dylan dare to take Mae's half eaten eggroll when she isn't looking as a small bit of retaliation for half a missing dumpling? Yes, yes he does. It's rather amazing how his head keeps tucked down, one hand drawing and sketching, while the other creeps out like a little shadow to lay claim to it. Quickly it's popped into his mouth and he starts to chew, shrinking just a touch more into his chair as if that might save him.

Kailey's smile grows quickly even as her chin ducks a bit at the attention. Taking the drink she says in a spirited voice, "Thank you muchly..." She is mid-sip when Poe makes his 'Hentai' comment, but she manages to not choke on her margarita. Then she is giggling, scrunching in on herself as she does, but her eyes and face bright. "NooOOooooo! Henna. It's body art! It lasts a couple weeks usually and is dark brown and fades away slowly. Super cool temporary tattoo stuff," She holds out her own decorated hand to Poe. Then she glances over at the others and back, "This place is, ummmm, overwhelming a bit. I need a mo'..." She takes a sip of the margarita and makes a happy sound. And she does fan herself with a hand, cheeks a little red. "These are good!"

Love looks up when her name's called and does a mock little bow as she puts her butt back into her chair at the fire pit closest to the edge of the lower deck overlooking the ocean. "Top up, anybody?" She has a pitcher of lime in her hands. She kicks her feet up on the rail, legs crossed at the ankles. She already lost her flip flops somewhere.

Love's leaning back and getting comfortable. She glances over to Dylan and Mae just in time to witness the eggroll heist. Behind Dylan, Vik headed for a raid on the dumplings. "Viktor, my sweet friend," She barely knooows him, "Be a dear and bring me one of the cartons marked S H on the top?" This call is loud enough that there's little chance he missed it.

Lyric gives a double thumbs up at the introduction, she absolutely loves her job as a DJ to the dancers. While the introductions continue she looks at the others each in turn, but the trick from Viktor catches her eye and she ends up laughing. The food was there to be shared, she didn't begrudge anyone food ever. But she sits back to mostly listen to the rest of the intros and the general talk around her.

Cameron nods along as Mae points out people, repeating their professions as she does. Some of them she knows already. Others she is seeing for the first time. "DJ Number Two, got it." She finger-waggles in Lyric's direction. "Classiest? Cool, cool. ...Landlord? You... invited your landlord? You getting a discount on your rent?" Cam screws up her face and nods as Dylan is pointed out. The Artiste. And then Mystery Kailey. "Ok, got." She probably doesn't have it. But at least she thinks she does!

"M'gonna go find my purse." Cameron decides, pushing herself to her feet with a grunt and a grand unfurling of her lengthy legs. There's some time spent dusting off her rear end so she can walk around without sand that just seems to get EVERYWHERE finding its way into her pockets.

The skinny brunette bends down to pick up her drink, scooping it up into her hand, holding it from the bottom with her fingers curling up along the sides as she takes a sip and sashays off in search of where she put her bag down. She walks around one firepit, her folder tucked up under her arm, glancing around at the ground, then towards another. Still nothing. She moves a bit further down the beach, now interrupting the evening of strangers trying to enjoy their drinks as she asks if they've seen a black bag with a Tree of Life stitched on the front.

Unbeknownst to our heroine, a black purse sits on a table, right next to the margaritas, while she searches over in the sands, in an ever-widening arc away from the firepits.

Park arrives to deliver drinks and hugs. Everyone gets a hug - even people she doesn't know. A sip of her drink as she bounces on over to check out Cameron's disc. "Ooh...cool. Are you in a band too? Lyric and I are in a band. And so is Ico." A wave to him as he finally shows up. "Do you do Gothy stuff?" Never judge a CD by its cover but she will. But Cameron has purses to find so Park will sit down next to Lyric, her brow furrowing a moment before she asks everyone. "Is the club closed tonight? Mister Antonio won't like that." A blushing grin as she looks over at Mae with another handsome guy. Who can blame them?

"Everyone from the strip club is here tonight." Poe notes helpfully to give Kailey some context as to why the place is both so full and high energy. It's a pretty extraverted crowd to say the least. Since Kailey doesn't seem inclined to come meet people yet, he helps himself to a seat at her table while he takes a closer look at the designs on the woman's hands. He reaches out as if he'll touch one to bring it closer, but he stops just shy from actual contact before he finally nods. "I don't think I've ever seen that. It goes away after a couple weeks? How do you put it on? I've been thinking about getting some real ink, but maybe that's a good way to see if I'll like the look of things before having that on my body for the rest of my days."

Poe shifts the angle of his hand to offer it to Kailey for shaking. "I'm Poe, by the way. I'm here - well - Mae over there invited me to come." He points out tattooed Mae over by the fire. "She's a dancer."

"Mrph." That's Viktor's response to both being laughed at and called out, darting his eyes from left to right in a look of utter innocence, cheeks more than a little puffed from the addition of a dumpling. Orders, however, are orders, and despite the fact he's met Love a total of twice, he hunts down one of the cartons marked up as such, giving the contents a little check before meandering over to that fire pit, offering it out with a nod to those others gathered.

You'd all get a proper greeting, but, again, dumpling.

"Oh! Yeah, totally a good way to do it. I've had a lot of people ask me to do something they were thinking of actually getting," Kailey says with more spirit. Then she reaches out to take his hand with a broad smile, "Kailey," She offers her name. Then her eyes stray to Mae and the rest around her. "Ooooohhhh, that explains it. I just heard from someone this place would be popping tonight and there'd probably be peeps who wanted some," And she taps the binder. "I just got to town. I do want to meet everyone it's just...I've never been around this many...vibrant people. Takes some getting used too!" But she doesn't seem daunted. Another gulp of her margarita and she is regathering her things to move over to the others. "Okay...I'm ready!" She really did just need a moment.

Dylan's hand lifts - with maybe a few crumbs of incriminating eggroll still sticking to it - to give a wave of fingers as introductions are made. Up a hand lifts, a single finger raised to try and stop Cameron as he spies that purse, "Hey, you-" Well, shit. That's all he can get out, without even using her name. Whoops! He pauses to see if those Park hugs will include him, and it is the blushing look she casts towards him and Mae that has him blinking. Several times. Clearly it can't be /him/, and now he's looking with curiosity from Zoiya to Park and back again, as if certain there clearly must be interest there. Love's look just in time has that finger drawing back to his lips, pushing there as he offers a conspiratorial 'shhhhhh' look her way.

Once she's finished her food, Roxy stands and ventures over to where Love and the rest are seated. She gives people a small smile over the rim of her margarita glass. "This is very nice, thank you," she tells Love.

Mae has finished off her margarita, and she goes to pick up her egg roll, but it's gone. She blinks, glances around and then just walks over to get another one with her chopsticks. She settles down next to Dylan again, leaning in close to murmur. "Did you see what happened to my egg roll?" She takes a bite of her new one, chewing slowly. She crosses her legs, frowns at her cup and looks over at the margaritas on a different table. "Shit." She looks a little dejected, she has to get up again for a drink. Then Dylan is giving her a look and she's confused. "What did I do?" She asks him, holding out a cup in his direction as she pouts. "Margarita me?"

"I think it's inspection night, fire codes and all that, stock take, something incredibly boring and business-y." For all Love knows, they're cleaning out the air ducts because of a glut of feathers and body glitter. Could be the sprinkler system is malfunctioning.

She brings her glass to her lips, sipping at a slushy, rapidly melting frozen lime margarita. "Babe, you squirreling those for winter or what?" She reaches up to take the carton, dropping it into her lap. Her hand slips down to Vik's hand and she nods to the chair nearby, inviting him to join their table. Perhaps to relax and chew as well.

"Rox, glad you could make it. Hey, your costumes... did you make them?"

Love leans over to put down her drink, take up the pitcher, and pull a loooong lean to splash frozen marg into Mae's cup. Her chair tips precariously.

There's a few minutes of blessed silence in which everyone's lives are Cameron-free, as the half-drunk newest dancer is off combing the sands under the moonlight as if she thought she might have frisbee'd her handbag towards the ocean. As one tends to do when getting shitfaced at a bar and dancing around firepits like its a pagan holiday on a full moon. #WiccaLife

But all good things must come to an end, my friends. Soon the voice of Cam Cambridge is heard once again, this time sounding mildly upset. "I think Iost it." It's said in the tone of voice of someone who has misplaced batteries needed for the television remote instead of a container holding her cash, her driver's license, and her car keys.

As she wanders back in, the leggy brunette has also seemingly lost her glass and the half of a drink that was still inside of it. She slides down next to park and slings an arm around the woman's shoulder, wrapping it around her like a serpent to grip her bicep on the opposite side, her other hand touching the exuberant DJ's closer forearm. "What were you asking me? Oh, yeah! Uh, I wasn't in a band, then I was? Madison just got rid of her singer, and made me join. So... now I'm doing that. What band are you guys in? I'll come to a show sometime." She looks between Park and Lyric, then back again.

"We do indie-Wiccan pop-rock. Oh, here, Mee, let me show you what Rink did-" She has both hands on Park. She has zero folders in hand. "Shit! Be right back!"

Cameron pops up and begins to job towards where she'd just been searching for her bag. She doesn't get far before spying Viktor. "Teddybear! You came, too! Hiiiiii!" The Wiccan witch approaches the man with open arms and a grin, to wrap both skinny limbs around him in a brief hug. "I have to get something!" And off she goes again into the night...

Suddenly Mae perks up and her face lights up as Love pours her margarita. "Yes yes yes, ask her ask her!" She's pointing at Roxy, bouncing in her seat. She looks pretty excited.

Dylan's still chewing that full half an egg roll, and so when Mae looks his way, he just stares at her for a long moment. Careful not to open up his lips when he speaks, he squeaks out, "Mhgggrll?" Smooooth. She thankfully gives him that perfect out to avoid having to explain what is in his mouth as he takes that cup from her, his sketchpad put down in his chair to save it as he springs to his feet, ready and prepared to go and get alcohol for the woman. And the Love has to go and ruin his Great Escape. He just stares at the tattooed woman for a long moment as she pours that drink. Finally a all to obvious gulp and swallow comes, and down Rink sits back into his chair, the full cup handed back to Mae.

Poe returns the shake and takes up his own drink again, taking a long sip from it and grinning around the rim of the glass when Kailey declares that she's ready to take on the world. "Nice to meet you, Kailey. Welcome to town. This is not the sort of place that you ever really forget once you've been here awhile." Is that a good thing? Maybe not the case here, but it's likely too late for Kailey already.

Poe pushes up from the table and ushers Kailey across the room toward where the fire pits are, making his way toward the one where Mae is seated for starters - "Everyone!" He calls out to anyone that wants to listen. "This is Kailey. She's new to town. We should make her feel welcome and refill her margarita." And his own come to think of it.

Ico does smile and nod to Park as he hear his own name. Sliding a bit to the side. A hand on Lyric's and Park's shoulders. "Hi, hi." Mae and Love getting a smile and wave as well. Spotting Poe as well, offering a wink to him and a grin. Looking towards Cameron. Maybe seen her once or so at the club, but also seeing her the other day. So he does raise a brow as she is running around. Amused but not interupting.

Roxy shakes her head at Love. "No, no I buy some and pay for alterations for stage, or have them commissioned. I cannot sew myself." Her accent is not from round here, that's for sure. "But I get an idea for a routine, then I decide what outfit I need, and then the search begins. Some things I already had, from dancing long ago. Just needed to adjust them. Quick closures and things like that. You can find good people for those alterations in Las Vegas. Quick change magicians are popular." She gives Kailey a nod and small smile as well as Poe.

"Mrph." Viktor replies to Love, at least attempting to chew before before handing over the carton, watching the touch of his hand when he's done with his sudden stint into the exciting and varied life of a courier. Guided over towards a chair, he's interrupted by the squeeze from Cameron that threatens to make him drop the dumpling concealed in his other hand, the expletive of surprise muted by a mouthful of food. He doesn't need the Heimlich UNTIL he's choking, people.

EVERYONE got a hug. Even bar staff if they got too close. "We're in 'Augmented Reality' because 'Penguin Cafe Orchestra' was taken" she explains to Cameron. "Indie-Wiccan Pop-Rock? Sounds cool." Whatever Rink did will have to wait as Cam is off again in pursuit of...something.

"These drinks are really nice" Park smlies to Love. "Did you make them?" Hasn't she done enough? A nod to the reasons for the Cabaret being closed. "Makes sense. I was finding glitter all over the place and I don't even dance." With Kailey being properly introduced, time for her hug in greeting. "I can sew" she grins to Roxy. "I do cosplay." Another hug for Viktor. "Viktor was in the army, everyone! And he lives in a creepy house down the end of a creepy road and he can't get anyone to come home with him." She pouts sadly at such news before back to her seat.

Love flashes Mae a toothy grin, her matte black lipstick framing a sweet smile. She looks back to Roxy and says, "So, there's this event." Oooh Mae knows what's coming! "And Platinum is going to take part. We're making Venetian style demi masks inspired by the ballroom scene in the movie Laybrinth." She picks up her drink again after putting the pitcher down on the ledge of the fire pit. That's sure going to help it stay frozen. "We've got the masks under control, but we thought adding a few removable pieces to simple dresses to match them, one for each dancer, might be rad. Now, we can bead and help, but I'm a painter with a little hand at sculpting. I don't really work in fabric. We're trying to find someone to help, only a couple weeks working time. Do you know anyone local?" Worth a try! Shot in the dark style.

Love gives Vik's hand a squeeze, and offers him her margarita. "You need a drink, babe." A couple of empty glasses are within reach. So she's got a mind to go for one of them shortly.

"Oh, me?" She says to Park. "No, these are from the bar inside. I think... West or something is the name of the dude. Cute. It was pretty loud in there when I asked." She blinks. "You do? Mee. If we do some sketches together, do you think you could make the bases for some pieces? Maybe a couple small capes or corsets. Make it a Platinum family affair."

Dylan is in the midst of getting a suspicious look from Mae when Poe approaches with Kailey. Saved for now Dylan. She gets to her feet, grabbing a pitcher to approach the pair. "Welcome to Gray Harbor, Kailey." She pours her a fresh margarita, filling up Poe's cup too. "Nice that you made it, Little." She pushes up no her flip-floppy tip toes and gives him a kiss on the cheek. She returns the margarita back to the table where it belongs.

The speaker starts to play a song she knows and she's had two margarita's so she moves a little out of the way of the fire and begins to dance. She's listening to Love as she explains what is going on, laughing softly before she blows a kiss to the group. She holds her hands out toward Park. "Park, come dance with me!"

Kailey has not neatly stored her binder and the small cool-container with her henna back into her bag. And is holding the margarita as she follows after Poe. Taking a bracing sip along the way. As Poe grandly introduces her those pale cheeks flush again, but she smile broadly despite it. Lifting her free hand briefly from adjusting the bag strap to wave. "Hi everyone...ummmmm...I'm bad with names so forgive me if I ask a couple times?" She makes a small face at the admission, glancing down at her feet.

So she doesn't see Cameron coming. At least not till the last minute. She gets the drink out of the way, even if her bag is squished a bit between them. Edge of the binder pushing into her ribs. "Uh...hi?!" She giggles nervously to Cameron as she extracts herself from the hug. Dylan saving her from too much embarassment yet. "Thanks, Hi. Everyone is so...so..." She tries to find the word and just shakes her head. Instead taking a drink of her refreshed margaritta, making big dramatic eyes instead.

She must have actually figured out where she left it this time, because when Cameron comes sauntering back up, looking slightly out of breath and entirely too pleased with herself, she once more has a folder in hand. This she opens to stick in Park's face the art she was flashing around earlier. "Here. That's a really great band name, too. You guys should trademark that. For real." She pushes the art into Park's lap for safekeeping. "Here, hold that for a minute. I'm thirsty." Because what this girl needs is more alcohol.

She doesn't make a step before Poe is introducing a Kailey. "Wow. Your hair is amazing. Hi. I'm Cameron." The brunette takes a step closer to them, holding her hand out towards the woman in question for a quick, limp-wristed shake. Then she holds it out for Poe, as well. "Mister Mae's Landlord. I'm Cameron. Nice to meet you. I'm thirsty."

The brunette steps around the pair as they make their introductory rounds, moving to the table. She pours herself another mango margarita, because limes are for unimaginative squares. But this time as her feet scurry back from the fireplace she has a black handbag in her possession. She moves to swat Dylan on the arm with it. It feels like she swatted him with a brick. Must carry a helluva makeup kit. "Found it! Hold my drink?" The glass is pressed towards the man.

ALL the hugs from Park, from Ico. Lyric smiles and hugs Park back, head bobbing to some music while one of her blue Converse taps along. "Wanna dance?" Who'd she ask that to? Well, anyone who was at the fire pit where she was, or surrounding area. Surely someone would be up for it, the music was too good to sit around. She has a margarita in her hands, a mango something or other someone had passed to her so she sips on it. "Mmm, I bet strawberry mango would be good together." She doesn't immediately get up to dance because the drink is too good to abandon.

Saved for the moment, at least, Dylan settles back into his chair, that sketchpad plucked back up. Fingers grip the pencil, and once more he goes back to work, head kept down, and avoiding, at least for the time being, any of the margaritas that are in his midst. At least, that is, right up and until that swat comes, and whatever he was drawing? Now has a big, sharp, dark line as a purse smacks against his arm, sending his drawing arm jerking across the page. A long suffering sigh comes from him, and up his free hand lifts to hold the cup, even as the other slowly, reluctantly takes the page and tears it out, crumpling it up with his right hand.

Roxy blinks. "Oh, I do not know anyone local, but I did see an ad for a woman named... Miss Ruby? She does costume commissions, and if Miss Park here can sew, she should be of great help. And I do believe there are costume shops in Seattle which may have Venetian Carnival outfits and maybe masks. That is fitting for our line of work, courtesans were very important in Venice." Roxy hugs are a bit awkward. She is a little out of her element.

"Lyric, get your ass up here and dance with me. Bring your drink!" Mae calls out, holding out a hand to the woman with a wicked smile on her face. She didn't bring her drink, but that doesn't mean she won't take a five second break to down some margarita when she feels the need to. She holds her arms over her head, and dances near the shadows, keeping her skirts away from fire. Fire bad. After a moment or two the flip flops get toed off so she doesn't make sound as she moves.

Park's call has Viktor rolling his eyes, not even glancing around to see who decided to file away that... interesting description of his life away for later, patting Park's shoulder during the sudden hug before she's moving away to sit once more.

His hand squeezed, Viktor takes Love's observation that he needs a drink with all the casual shock of a southern belle, hand on sternum and look of shock fully intact as he finally swallows enough doubling to mutter out a quick "Well deary me. I think I do!"

...And bailing for the inside, like he was going to before PEOPLE CAUGHT HIM THIEVING. At least Keiley gets a wave to her introduction, the man throwing out a quick and easy "Hi, Keiley!" before he vanishes for a short while.

"Are you not a crowd person?" Poe asks Kailey while they settle down around the fire, after touching Mae's hip and leaning in toward her to take the kiss, before the woman is off to chase Park for dancing time. He grins up toward Cameron when she appears, tilting his head to the side and offering up his drink toward her. "Have this one if you'd like. Nice to meet you, Cameron. Just Poe is fine if the Landlord thing is too long? It's what most people call me."

The fire sparkles in his eyes while he makes himself comfortable, glancing to Kailey. "If it gets too crazy I mostly just lean back and relax and let the party work around me. Start to drown if you try to keep up with it all."

Ico does hug Park in return of course. Looking about and nodding about dancing. "Could join in." He offers and grins, "First, drinks I think." He offers, having just come in and in need to have something for the thirst. Following along all the people up to dancing.

"Venetian? So we are doing that eighties night with the light through the blinds and the dry ice?" Park asks but then talk is turning to capes and corsets and the penny drops. "Oh...Venice. Masquerades. Sure, I can help with that." A nod to Roxy. "Ruby runs the comic shop and she's totally good at making costumes too but, sure, I can help out." There's a folder suddenly in her hand which she will politely look at, and be impressed by, but Mae wants to dance! Lyric too! A quick glance around before she decides Love is the most responsible left and the folder gets handed to her. "Hold this for Cam?" Park heads out to dance. Nowhere near the sensuality of Mae but at least she's not bouncing in one place...too much. A gesture for Ico to join them was he is lubricated. "Viktor! Dance with us! Hey, where'd he go?" Those army people are really sneaky.

Kailey reaches up to touch her hair and practically beams at Cameron. "THANKS!" She says with a bit too much cheer. Nerves? Clearing her throat she takes a gulp of her margaritta before saying, "I do it myself mostly. Not like I got other hands to help. Hehehe. It's a lot like fingerpainting when you get down to it. Just with your hair." And she runs her fingers through a purple and magenta lock, letting the fire play off the rich colors.

As she settles into a chair next to Poe she shoots him a smile. Then slowly shakes her head, just a little. "I...crowds are okay. I make a living working crowds. Must just be first night jitters. Didn't realize I was walking into a private party and all that." Another sip of that margaritta is in order. Then she leans in and says something softly to him.

Love waves to Kailey as she joins them, fingers working open the carton in her lap, the one full of shrimp & lemongrass dumplings. She fishes one out with glossy black nails, popping it into her mouth. One at a time, Vik, see, less likely to choke.

"Ruby... Ruby. I don't think I know a Ruby. Where's you see it? Can you forward it to me?" Love has no idea where the hell she put her phone. "We decided to do a goblin masquerade. Most of the masks will be eye masks, but we'll throw in a few goblins. Kinda depends on how long they take as to how many we can finish. We need to get color choices from everyone..."

She turns around to say something to Vik only to find him retreating. "... he's a slippery little sucker."

Cameron doesn't seem to notice that she's messed up the drawing as she tugs open her purse, reaching inside. There's the sound of rattling, yes RATTLING, there's that much junk in there. But she comes up with a bundle of bills with a rubber band around them, because Cam don't play and she pre-counted that stuff. Unfortunately for Dylan, pretty much all of it is in ones and a few fives. So it's quite the fat-looking stack of money she hands over, despite barely being three digits worth.

"Paid in full, my good sir." A beat as she takes her drink back. "Oh hey, how's your head?" Fingers go towards the male's scalp as she tries to see over his sitting form to try and determine if there are still stitches there. "Well you're looking way better than you did. You want to come dance with everyone?" Keeping her elbow close to her body, the Wiccan points towards the growing female dance troupe.

And when Poe offers his drink? She absolutely downs hers and grabs his, flashing a smile full of cheekbones, brown eyes, and cheer as her slender fingers close about the glass. "Thanks, Poe!"

And now absolutely everyone is dancing. Where were they earlier? It doesn't matter, and the dark-haired Wiccan is turning towards the now-seated Kailey, reaching for her wrist, shaking her head. Her hips are already moving to the beat, lifting one foot and then the other as she gives the newcomer a tug on her wrist. "No, no, no. He boys are sitting because they're too cool. But the girls are dancing, Kay. Come on! Please. Please? Don't make me beeeeeeg..."

Except Cameron isn't begging, as she tosses her purse to the side, letting it land in the sand near the chairs. She's pulling.

Mae draws Park in closer, draping an arm over the other woman's shoulder as she dances close to her. "We need something with a bouncing beat!" There hasn't been enough margarita for clothes to come off, plus, they're not at work and nobody here is gonna tip. She does a gentle bounce, rolling her hips as she gets into the beat.

This goes on for a few minutes and then thirst attacks. Mae gives Park's cheek a brief pinch and makes her way barefoot back over to Dylan, leaning over to grab his drink. She downs half of it, hands it to him and flashes him a grin. "You should put the sketch pad down and come dance with Park and I, she's got some moves." That said, she'll bounce back to where she was shaking her ass.

Roxy nods to what Park noted about the comic shop. "She owns the shop to sell, I do not know the word in English. 'Sarjakuvalehti' is what we call them. I think I would like to wear red and gold. I have photos saved of a dress from a movie."

Dylan's hand lifts briefly when he overhears Cameron's praise for Kailey's hair, a thumb sticking up to give his own approval for that particular style she has gone for. His eyes lift, trailing after Mae as she gets up to start dancing, a quirk of a smile coming as dusts off a new page, his fingers picking back up his pencil. His other hand lifts up to take that large roll from Cameron, and the woman is flashed a warm smile, "Thanks!"

Indeed, the bruises on Dylan's forehead are gone, and it's only stitches that remain, mostly healed up, and surely to come out in the next few days. Out his finger sticks towards her, "You dance," He assures, before that digit reverses to point to himself, "Fire hazard." he states about his own ability.Once Cameron seems to have moved on to finding another person - sorry Kailey, but Dylan sure seems happy you are taking one for the team! - he relaxes back into his chair, feet lifting up to serve as a better lap for his sketchpad. Or he would have, but now there is Mae over by him, asking the same thing. "She does," He coos out, and those eyes are unashamed at looking over Park from head to toe, before a huff of breath comes out. "Fire hazard," He repeats again about himself, but ever so reluctantly, that sketchpad and pencil are put down.

Poe nods quickly to Kailey's remarks, his eyes on the woman's hair while she explains the process to Cameron. "It does look really good. The hair." He laughs when Cameron takes his drink and he's suddenly drinkless again. He's not about to get up to get another yet. "How is it you ended up here, if you don't mind me asking, Kailey? This isn't exactly a bit spot on the map. I always wonder how people find it unless they're from Seattle and looking for somewhere smaller to vacation. That's our summer population spike." He tilts his head when she leans in toward him and dips his head to listen. A touch of a smile crosses his lips before he answers quietly.

Love takes a folder shoved to her hands and laughs. "Okay." Whose folder is it? What's in it? She doesn't know. Legs crossed on the rail again, she tips up to tuck the folder between her calves. It'll be safe there as long as she doesn't forget and move to get up. "Hmm. Comic shop. I'll see if I can find her."

She watches the ladies who've gone off to dance, relaxing again at a slouch in her chair. She pops another shrimp dumpling into her mouth, and glances over to watch Dylan drawing, well, pulling off a page to wad it up. She watches him get coaxed into dancing, smile curving her lips again. The tattooed woman tips back again with her arms crossed behind her head, the line of her body in long, lean lounge mode.

Ico slips off and getting himself a drink. A smile and wave to Cameron as he end up nearby. Then he is off towards where the others are dancing. Dancing and moving to the beat along with the others, just enjoying himself some. Dancing with everyone that comes over to dance. A hip bump to Lyric as they move to the music. Park twirled when Zoiya leaves her alone for a moment. Grinning at them. Gesturing for the others to come dance as well.

Dylan catches Love's look his way as he starts to get up, and it's a hopeful expression that crosses his face, with her being his last chance as a savior. "Need help?" He asks with a squeak, because, I mean, surely she needs to... move some ice or something, right? Strain something. He doesn't know, and it doesn't really much matter!

Love laughs at the look on his face. Like a man headed to the firing line. "Do I need help? Are you going to sit in my lap and feed me dumplings?" She laughs again, clearly at the tip back and chill portion of the evening. Sorry, Dylan. No help from this quarter. Love is a traitor.

Before Dylan can be saved by Love, his shirt is snagged and he's towed out to the makeshift dance floor. Haha, Love abandoned him to his fate anyway. "You're only a fire hazard if you fall in a fire, so don't do that." Mae releases his shirt near where she takes up a post near Park again, hands up over her head as she sways her body to the music. She closes her eyes and lets the sound of the ocean and the music become her world, trusting that someone will aim her away from fire if it becomes a problem.

Park blushes as Mae draws her in closer to dance - like a bunny dancing with a tiger. She nods dumbly about the beat while doing her best to keep up with the professional. Park may have some moves but they pale next to Mae. Where's Lyric to help her out? A giggle as Ico twirls her when Zoiya takes a drinks break - this is thirsty work. But everybody should be doing it Zoiya returns to a hip bump from Park; not that she has much hips to bump. She is in awe of Mae's dancing before glancing to her bandmates. "Will we do music that needs backing dancers? Oh, everyone, I wrote a song to play at the club. Though my bandmates might want to make it better first."

Roxy watches the dancing with a glint of amusement in her eyes. She remains seated with Love, however. Her dress is not the sort one can easily boogie down in. "I do like these margaritas. I have not had them before. I usually stick to sidecars."

Love is not immune to the depradations of Cameron's desire to turn things into a full-on dance party at the beach firepit. Maybe it's Saturnalia or something and they have to pay homage to the Moon God. "Lady Love, you are coming, yeeeeees?" Once again, Cameron proves herself to defy personal space boundaries and the cardinal rule of not touching people you don't know that well. At least when she's been drinking. She reaches for the tattooed surfer's wrist and tries to pull her up onto her feet, as well.

"You made this happen, you should enjooooooy it!"

Ultimately, whether she can pull Kailey and/or Love out with her, Cam is not going to not dance like some sort of crazy person. She needs to move to this beat or she will explode from her need to move with it.

Ah, the noble art of dancing. Cameron is no expert at it, but she knows enough to not look stupid, and has an amazing range with her hips. She mostly gets by on trying to be attractive enough not to suck, and it is with this technique that she enters the fray, trying to stack up next to the professionals here.

The hands start on the hips as she sways them to and fro, moving side-to-side rather than the more traditional up-and-down technique most people espouse. She does as if she had the mutant ability to turn her spine into a liquid or gaseous form, and yet somehow remain upright. Her hips roll in a circle, as if hula-hooping, while she turns in a tight three-sixty, one foot mostly staying in place while she spins, the other slowly turning her around.

Her arms travel up her sides, reaching for the hem of her loose t-shirt, pulling it up to reveal her navel and tying it off on the side as she sways and shimmies to the music with her eyes closed and a dopey little tight-lipped smile on her face. Her arms slide up overhead, reaching for the stars as she rolls her body into the rhythm and reaches for an unseen force that might carry her away. Alcohol was probably not the only thing in her system this night.

Kailey looks up at Cameron with wide-eyed surprise. She gives a giggle and says, "But I'm in the middle of a conversation...it would be quite rude...." And she glances at Poe. "But I'll dance on the next song!" She promises the woman, turning back to the man. "Aheh...here? Well...I've started travelling up and down the coast, stopping whenever I need to make a buck. This time I was travelling the coastal highway and, well, needed food and gas and Gray Harbor was the next stop." She shrugs and grins. "That's the life of the travelling ~artiste~," She says the word with a French twist and another giggles falls past her lips. Then her head bobs at whatever he says softly. "I was noticing. Never seen so many bright sparks together! I totally believe in karma and destiny and stuff like that...so maybe I was just supposed to come here. Mom always said I was a bright one. And not like smarts bright..." She says with another giggle. Then she looks down at the margaritta and sets it on the little table beside her. She's babbling and has just realized it.

Dylan begins to perk up at that chance, and one might think he'd be waving palm branches over Love as well if she needed it. "Ye-!" He begins to answer, right as his shirt is shagged, and on he goes to join with Mae and Park. Up his hands come, though he quips back to the stripper, "No promises!" about falling into the fire. It's a brief eyeing of the margaritas, now wishing he had partaken in one or a dozen of them, but soon enough he's swaying in time with that music, flashing a playful wink to Park as Mae gets closer in towards her. His plan? Stick behind Mae, so that people are looking at her rather than him.

Poe grins at Cameron trying to drag Kailey off to dance. "You should go dance. Have fun, meet people." He swings his eyes around the area to see what trouble everyone else is getting into. "Yeah, Kailey. I don't think a lot of people end up here accidentally. It's just that kind of place." He digs his phone out of his pocket, glancing toward her. "I can give you my number if you want? Always good to have some contacts when you're new in town. If you need anything. Any questions." He'll make that exchange with her if she wishes and then will get up to find himself a drink to replace the one Cameron quaffed.

"Sidecars are pretty good, sweeter." Love raises her glass to Roxy. "There are so many good vintage cocktails that are getting popular again, and it's always a delight to see someone discover them for the first time. I love to get a buzz on, don't get me wrong, but there's something to be said for drinking because your liquor tastes amazing too. I'm really glad you like these. If you ever want to taste any other vintage drinks, I can try making anything you find me a recipe for. I like trying out new-to-me drinks on the staff before putting them on the menu."

"Babe," she calls to Cameron, "I need a few more drinks in me to dance." In truth, she may be caught rubbing her knuckles down her outer thigh a few times, feet kicked up on the railing. Maybe it's sore.

She presses her lips together when Dylan's tugged off to the dance party. The corners of her silver eyes crinkle with amusement.

Mae laughs softly, slowing down so she can attempt to put her hands on Park's hips. "Like this." She coaches, helping her sway back and forth slowly. She steps in a little closer and matches her movements, rolling her hips toward Park when the other woman is rolling away. She sings along with the music, clearly entranced with it and the atmosphere. When Dylan finally starts to dance, she flashes him a grin and releases Park, letting her move on her own. She doesn't move away though, letting her body bounce more once she's not coaching. She runs her fingers through her curls, fluffing them in the wind as a breeze moves through.

When at last he returns, Viktor's drink is something mixed with cola in a high glass. (Actually, it's just cola. He's driving, after all.)

Because he returns with a drink, he does his best to avoid the gaggle of dancers, taking a wide path around the group that deviates slightly, using the casual margarita complimenting by Roxy as a distraction to sneak away a dumpling from Love's container. Which raises questions about where the second one he had has gone, and whether or not he'll actually chew this one from the start. "You both saw nothing." He grins, before taking a bite from the food. He's learning.

"Oh that sounds like fun. I will do some research for you," Roxy says to Love. "For now though, I wish I could stay, but I have an early appointment tomorrow and I should get home." Appointment with a forgery expert for some papers, but she doesn't need to tell Love that. She smiles and rises. "Go dance, and here, chipping in for things." She digs a twenty out of her purse and hands it to the bartender. She gives Viktor a small smile and nod of greeting.

"OH! That sounds great. Yeah," And Kailey whips out her own phone in it's purple and red glitter case. Quickly sharing her phone number with him and putting Poe into her own. "Thank you. And yeah...I'm ready to dance," She says as she stuffs the phone away. One more gulp of margaritta to steel her nerves. Then she launches herself into the fun and dancing, showing off her own moves and talent among the lot who do it professionally.

Love looks up when Viktor returns with a drink. She half expected he vanished into the ether with two more boxes of dumplings. That he comes back to steal one from her is what clues her into his return. "I share everything I have, babe. You just continue to look pretty and what's mine is yours."

"Be safe, Roxy. Glad you could come and stay for a drink." Love raises her drink, a salute for the departing dancer. "Oh, thanks, sweetheart." She takes the cash, folding it to tuck it down her top. "I appreciate it."

It's possible Love drank a couple of margaritas while she was setting up this shindig.

Dance instructions from a master...mistress. Of course, Park is blushing when she is given demonstrations of how to use her hips in such a way. But she does her best to follow instructions. It's hard not to with Mae's hands guiding them. Hopefully she's got the hang of it when she is released back into the wild. Shy looks at the others to see if the new moves are working at all. She'll even try some of the hand and arm gyrations.

"Hey, Kailey!" she grins to the newbie before a wave at Dylan hiding there. And another wave for the departing Roxy. "Send me some designs!" she calls out after her before it's back in the groove.

Arms spread wide as Cameron moves her hips and her shoulders in synchronous opposition to each other, making a gradual circuit of the firepit. She turns in a slow circle as she moves, somethings heading backwards, sideways, or forwards, but always in the same counter-clockwise direction around the flames. None may escape her wiry ability to sinuously move past and between all objects, nor the reach of her long arms. Everyone gets incorporated in some fashion or another, as if she were the worlds slowest spinning dervish.

She slides behind Park to trap the woman between her and Mae, dancing with her arms forward, up and a little out, so they can make a human cage for Park to showcase herself in like at one of those super funky, hip clubs. Then she backs away, allowing the women their private dance and coaching lessons. She's way more new at this, no need to be taking lessons from the lanky brunette!

Dylan does not escape her far-reaching grasp, and she slides into the man, even as he tries to use Mae as a human shield. The first hint that he's getting Cameroned is when he feels her behind him, dancing back to back. She bumps his rear with her own with a laugh. Turning to face the man, she places her hand in his, and encourages him to twirl her, dancing away should he be inclined to indulge her.

When Kailey joins them, Cameron whoops and hollers, throwing her hands in the air and hopping in front of the woman with the stylish hair she's totally not jealous of at all and isn't going to ask her to dye for her sometime. She places her hands on the other woman's shoulders, sliding side to side with her, then back and forth, side to side. She laughs heartily when the newcomer shows she has some moves, turning around to roll her rear into it for a duet.

Eventually the brunette extricates herself, sweat shining in the dim, flickering light of all the fires across her exposed midsection, face and neck, breathing a little heavy. "Need... drink... Hoooooooo... Hey, some people leave?"

Kailey dances witht he rest for a while. Enjoying herself and grinning. She nods her head to Park and thumbs-ups her before swirling away around the pit. After awhile she breaks out to go and walk on the sand. Probably cooling off.

"Poe get your ass off that chair and dance!" Mae isn't taking no for an answer, well.. she might, but she'll pout about it. She keeps moving with Park, giving her an encouraging smile when she starts to use her arms. She manages to step back before one of them swings out in her direction, turning to shake her ass toward Park, laughing as she dances. "Love, I'm coming over for another margarita in a minute, and I'm stealing a dumpling!" She giggles and turns to check on Dylan, seeing him get butt bumped by Cameron, which makes her giggle some more. Where the hell did her flip flops go?

Poe finds himself another drink after the number exchange, watching Kailey work her way onto the dance floor before he follows. Not after her, but into the general crowd where others who he knows are getting their grove on. Poe picks up the beat pretty well and while he isn't going to win any dance awards he moves easily and comfortably amongst the crowd. He touches Park on the back when he's close enough, flashing a grin toward Mae. "I'm here. I'm here. I was meeting people." He shifts so that he can see both Mae and Park, making a triangle. "How're you, Park? You never called." He does something of a false pout. "Good to see you again."

Dylan watches that impromptu lesson that Mae gives to Park, and it's a sidelong glance to that instructor when he sees the latter blushing about it all, managing to mostly keep in the laughter it brings fourth. Once she's released back into the wild, he sways over just enough to give a playful bump of his hip to Park's, offering a warm and cheerful, "Good mooooves," in approval as she starts to truly get into things. It's more than he manages, though he clearly subscribes to the bounce and wave your arms about and let the others look good, filling in as a prop mor ethan anything else, which is precisely what Cameron does.

Her hand is taken, and up Dylan lifts it to twirl her around. Those fingers keep connected by just the tips as she seeks to leave, only to give a tug to send her twirling back towards him before she is sent on her way, all so he can get the last 'say'. In theory. Probably not, but one can hope! A wink is cast towards Mae, a brilliant smile flashed her way, but he also heard what she said to Love. It's all a matter of time now before he can plan the Great Escape, Part Deux.

Ico does cheer and applaud Kailey some as well as she steal the scene, doing her moves. "Awesome!" He offers to her with a bright smile and a thumbs-up. Turning over to see Park being instructed. Applauding her as well, when she is sent into the wild by Mae. "You go Mee!" He offers and winks. Dylan get a wave as well, trying to place him, perhaps looking familiar. But he does know the others so that is good enough for Ico. Himself rolling some as well, side to side and back and forth, almost in an eight figure movement. occasionally bending the knee inwards to get even more moving parts. Grinning at the trapped Park as Cameron shows up behind. Grinning as Mae tries to get Poe up as well. "Indeed! I need someone to join me." He teases.

Roxy smiles and she drifts to tell each of her coworkers farewell on her way out. Then she is off.

Viktor gives Roxy a nod in return, lifting up his glass in greeting that's coupled with a slightly hampered "Have a good one!" that has to leave the side of his mouth. Because Dumpling. The departure comes with excellent timing, though. It means there's now an adjacent chair to steal. Okay, so there were a lot of empty chairs thanks to the dancing, but walking around the pit again to reach one of the others seemed like a hassle he wasn't willing to entertain.

Watching the group get down with their bad selves, the man takes a couple more bites of his dumpling, following it with the occasional swig of his drink, only narrowing his eyes the once when Love addresses him. "If that was a compliment, it's working, but I didn't bring the bike with me tonight." His blink's slow, and the smile is casual. "Nearly ate it twice on the way home last time. You plan all this?"

It's only a few minutes later that Mae finds her flip flops, she drifts from one person to the next, dancing with people for a few moments as she makes her way back to Love and the margarita pitcher. She pours herself some, flops down next to the bartender and fishes out one of her dumplings. She sniffs at it, takes a bite and her face lights up. "Yum, this is good." She takes a drink of her margarita and shifts her eyes to Viktor. "You were at the club last night, yeah?"

"I got you girl!" Love calls back to Mae. She still has about a third of a pitcher of margs at the edge of the fire pit. She tops off her own glass, then leans way over to top up another. Might be Mae's, might not, but somebody got a fresh drink. They're gonna come back and be like the fuck I totally drank way more of that.

Love flicks a glance over to Vik as he mentions his bike. "Were you going to offer me a ride home?" She laughs, like that's why he mentioned his bike, with which she is obsessed. "If by plan you mean casually blackmail the food out of tenants and warn the bartenders a couple hours ahead of time we'd need 5 pitchers of margaritas, yes, with Mae's input, of course." She thumbs toward the dancing group.

While no one's looking, she runs her knuckles hard down her upper thigh a few times.

She glances over and catches sight of Ico, waving to him too. "The Platinum has a really friendly group of people working there, so it's nice to spend time with them off work hours."

Cameron runs her fingers through her hair, feeling the dampness hear her scalp, trying to get all of it out of her way as she fishes around for another margarita glass. How does she keep losing hers? (Hint: They're all somewhere dropped and half-buried in some sand.) This time she goes for lime, to be contrary and because the mango is probably getting fairly low by now.

She watches the group still dancing with an easy smile as she saunters towards the chairs of the firepit most everyone has gathered around. She flings herself into the one next to her purse, landing with a not-so-quiet sigh as she sips the drink in her hand. She's done quite enough power-bombing of magaritas tonight. There is a fine line between pleasantly fucked up and puking your guts out. That is not an image she wants to leave everyone with.

Cam pulls her legs up, folding in on herself as only the truly skinny people can, her arms linked by virtue of both hands holding onto her glass, wrapped around her thighs and shins, the cool bottom of her drink set against her ankles. She lifts her chin towards Love and Viktor. "You guys have motorcycles? That's pretty sweet. Um..." There's a glance given at Love's thigh. That's about the third time she's rubbed it now. Is it rude to ask her? It's probably rude to ask her.

"Sooooooo..." The brunette doesn't point, thankfully, as she addresses the bartender, but she does look pointedly at her leg. "You need, like... I know a few charms that might help. I'm," Aw shit, she's talking about this again. Must stop self. "I'm a Wiccan. We do charms and things. It's- Nothing, nevermind." Look away. Put drink in face and look away.

"You both motorcycle people?"

Park is delighted that her dancing is meeting approval. The wide grin on her face, and blush to her cheeks, subtracting a little from the sensuality of it all. And she was even in a cage made of hot women for a moment...does this place need a license for this kind of dancing? She frowns apologetically to Poe. "Sorry. Been busy joining a band and moving into a communal house for us all. You know, like The Monkees. There are going to be such shenanigans. Probably hi-jinxs too." She looks to Ico and Lyric. "There will be hi-jinx too? Though, technically, Poe, you didn't call me either." She's only teasing. Too much into the dance for anything else. And she's had two sips of a margarita so Park's probably loaded too.

A grin for Dylan's compliments. "Thanks. Maybe later I can show you the 'Baby Shark' dance?" Park - Mistress of Cool.

Viktor nods up in Mae's direction, flashing her a small wave with a now-empty hand as he pops away the rest of his own dumpling, watching her flop down and ask her question. "Yup. Vik. Nice to meet you." And hey, he's sitting next to a fire pit, filled with dumplings, and being allowed to sip his drink without people grabbing him to dance. It probably is nice.

"I didn't know any of you were invading." he casts Love's way, looking a little apologetic as he adds a sheepish little shrug of apology, leaning back into the chair once he's settled and tapping a foot down on the wood of the deck, casting a quick eye down the stairs to the beach, right in time for Cameron to return as he's mid-sentence in reply. "Yeah. I own one. Didn't bring it tonight, though. Probably for the best, that. I'm not sure how many of you I can fight off at once if someone got an eye to stealing it."

Not that he expects Love has detailed plans on how to do just that. Nope. Not at all. Nope.

"Likely had the wrong number. I find women always seem to type their number in wrong when I ask for it." Poe replies to Park, grinning at her words. "Shenanigans and fucking hi-jinx all in the same place? If Scooby Doo shows up I seriously expect to get a phone call, I don't want to miss that. Promise me?" He follows Park's gaze toward where Ico is - "Is he in on the hi-jinx too?" And with that Poe crosses the space toward where Ico is dancing, approaching the man with his best effort at dance moves. It's not exactly up to the quality that Ico puts forward, but at least he gets marks for effort. "You didn't call me either, Ico. Or bring me flowers again. Things are going well I hop?" Beat. Beat. Beat. He's not missing a step while he orbits with Ico.

Dylan's chin tips up as Park's offer comes, and a brilliant smile is flashed her way, complete with the whites of teeth. "Promise?" He coos out in what seems to be all sincerity, either completely oblivious to this phenomenon, or a big lover of the baby shark dance... either way doesn't bode well for his Cool Factor. Once Mae, his captor, is off to sit down, his blue eyes sweep around, just in time to catch Cameron going all Wiccan Magic on Love. This seems to freeze him full in his tracks, a slow gulp given.

Dylan's hand reaches out, giving a light squeeze to Park's waist of she allows it in a, 'It's not you, it's the Wiccan Magic of Panic and Fear' sign that hopefully at least comes across as reassuring. Then he is slipping off, slowly creeping closer to where he had been at before to not draw all that much attention to himself as he grabs for his messenger bag, gently stuffing hsi sketchpad back into it.

Love drops her hands into her lap, then finishes her last dumpling. She sets the empty carton aside, and concentrates on draining her margarita glass. There's a glance up when Cam asks, then stops herself, then neverminds herself. She opens her mouth, closes it, sips again, then says, "I'm an enthusiast. Vik owns a vintage beauty. He gave me a ride to work the other day."

"We're pretty free with our food and drink, sweet. Don't you worry yourself about it. Eat and drink all you want. I got enough carbs to put a football team into a coma." Ok, she didn't get that many dumplings, eggrolls, and pizzas, but near enough. She gives Viktor a level gaze at the mention of stealing his bike. She doesn't quite notice Dylan's look, at least the timing of it. She waits to see if he's given himself brain freeze or something.

Ico does see something at the corner of his eyes, spotting the wave from Love. Offering one in return to her along with a bright smile. An agreeing nod to Poe about the number, "Happened to me." A teasing grin at Park about that. Dancing with Poe, offering a loud, "Woo!" A grin and moving. "Yeah, sorry. Been busy. Though I will bring the flowers, just not this time. Didn't know you'd be here." He offers playfully. Nodding though about things going well. "I need to take a brief break." He offers to them. "Back soon." Though as he leaves he nods, "Always hi-jinx though." Moving back to drink some and relaxing some. Spotting the faces that he doesn't quite know. Offering a hand to greet them. From Cam, to Vik. "Hey, I'm Ico." He will offer the same to Dylan, if he is close enough. Taking a dumpling, if there are still some about.

Mae is just then reminded that there is pizza here, and without another word she gets to her feet to find it. She snags two pieces, walks them back over to her drink, settling down to sit again. She sees Dylan doing that thing that Dylan's do when they're probably about to sneak off, so she aims a brief smile at him before she takes a bite of her pizza. She puts her feet up, huffs out a sigh and takes another bite of pizza. She could get in on any number of conversations, but leaving leftovers would be a crime, and she's a do gooder.

"Steal it, God," Cameron laughs, shaking her head and looking away, off towards the beach with an easy look on her face. "I'd kill myself. I can't even drive a stick. It's automatic or nothing for me. Besides, I can't steal. Witch's Oath." A beat. "I mean because I'm a good person."

Thankfully for Dylan, she's just inebrieted enough to mistake the looks he's sending her way as something other than Fear the Creepy Witch Who Lives in the Woods. Or, in this case, in a trailer. "I mean, they seem cool, but, ehn." A hand lifts from her glass, fingers splayed, palms down, wobbling too and fro. "I kind of like all this." Still with fingers splayed, she puts her hand in front of her face, then draws it outwards, closing her fingers to indicate her features. "To stay looking like this. And riding a motorcycle seems anathema to that."

"That's cool, though. Must have been a pretty awesome ride that left an impression!" Glance at Love. Glance at Viktor. "So are you twoooooooo...?" She doesn't finish the question. Instead, she waggles her eyebrows at the pair of them.

But poor Dylan does draw the eye again, Cameron unfurling her legs and leaning forward to reach in his direction. She's not near enough to touch him, but she holds a hand out anyway. "Waaaait, Rink. Don't put it away yet, I want to see what you're working on." She tilts her head, lips pressing together. Almost a pout, but not quite. "Please?"

She spots Ico's wave, lifting her hand and flashing him a little smile in return greeting. Then her arm goes back to being held out, waiting for a sketchpad to be delivered.

Alone again on the dance floor, Poe doesn't go solo for very long. He managed to chase both Mae and Ico away in short order - much more time there and no one will be left! He makes his way over to the drink table and finds himself some snacks and more lubrication. He eventually drifts back to the fire to take a seat and listen in on the action.

No doubt the pizza has been grazed by Platinum crew and bar drop-ins alike. They didn't reserve the space or ask that it be cordoned off, and all who come down are welcomed with a wave, some drink, and food on offer. Love ordered extras for this eventuality. Be sweet to your local bars and your local bars will be sweet to you.

Love looks over to Cam at the question that remains unfinished on the heels of some bike talk. She raises her brows slightly, but seems to be waiting for a more specific pantomime or verbal question before answering.

Oh god, he was spotted. Dylan just freezes there for a long heartbeat, before his brain kicks things into gear. "Didn't start!" He chimes out about his drawing, and it is still put away. He doesn't add on that what he had started was ruined with her smack, because that would surely bring down some Wiccan Magic Curse of the Hated Artists. He does offer Mae an apologetic smile, nearly sheepish. "Gunna go," At least he isn't just slipping out without a word. A dip of his head comse towards Ico for those introductions, but his focus? It's all on the conversation at hand, looking to Love and Mae.

"Mask ideas," He explains, a hand lifting to tap against his temple, a sign they'll surely understand. There is Some Truth to it, though there is something more beneath the undercurrent of it all. "Text?" This is offered to Zoiya, one brow arching upwards with a questioning look while his bag is slung over his shoulder.

Mae takes another bite of her pizza, licking her lips before she helpfully pipes up. "I think she's asking if you two are fucking.. " Her brow furrows and then she adds, " .. or dating?" She glances between Love and Viktor and then she takes another bite of pizza, nodding to Dylan. "Text." She responds, saluting the man with her pizza.

"Ico is definitely one of the hi-jinxers" Park assures Poe as he heads off to dance with him. So that leaves her with Dylan. They dance a little before Dylan gets a look on his face that causes Park to discretely wipe her nose. Nope, nothing there, it must be something else. Once he's gone, Park is pretty much by herself, dancing the Jig of the Damned Cute.

After a few minutes of that, she puffs out her cheeks and decides she needs a rest. This means pizza, dumplings, and margaritas. "Why would girls give you the wrong number?" she asks Poe when nearby - she never forgets anything. She may remember them a week later, but she never forgets.

One hand slick with dumpling residue, the other holding his glass, Viktor is only unresponsive to Ico's hand by way of residue and an urge to drink. The two best reasons. An uptilt of the head is given, at least, throwing out one more "Vik." for good measure. He doesn't note Dylan's look. At all. In fact it seems that even Cameron's little sidewalk trip down a conversation cul-de-sac will go unremarked upon, instead settling on Love's look, trying to figure out if she's thinking how dare he assume such a thing, or, as far as he's concerned, the much more likely 'Shit. Busted.'

"Eh, all I'm doing is upping the chance I die to a haggard suburban mom in a people-mover." He replies to Cameron's judgement of biking, then throws a fake look of surprise in Mae's direction at her helpful clarification, eyebrow going up. "No shit?"

Ico does gesture to Poe, not having forgotten him. Gesturing for him to join. "We will go up again in a bit." He assures him. Raising a brow though as he tries to listen and learn what they talk about. While it might not be any creepy stuff, even if there was he does enjoy it. So he is all ears. Stealing some pizza as well. Giving a salute to Dylan as well as he seem to be heading off. Smirking to Park as she is moving to rest. "You'll join me and Poe to dance more later, right?" He offers with a grin. He will offer a hug to Zoiya, if she allows. "Sorry, forgot to greet you properly." One given to Love as well, if allowed. As for Park's words on Hi-jinx. He nudges her. "I would include you as a hi-jinxer as well." He assures her and does seem amused. Sitting down then.

Love looks to Dylan when he says he's gonna go. She smiles. "Send me some phone pics." She means of the sketches, probably, but doesn't specify. She lives dangerously like that.

Mae with the translation. Love smirks behind her glass, licking a little sweetened, lime-zested salt from the rim. She glances over to Cam to see f this is, indeed, the proper translation. She's distracted for a moment by that hug from Ico, her own arms wrapping around him for a little squeeze. She's seated, so it's more of a one-armed venture, rather than the proper boob-squisher she gave Cameron earlier. "Thanks for joining us. It was good to see your smiling face. Take some pizza when you go? I got too much, I think."

Cameron retracts her arm when the request for access to the sketchpad is denied. Her hand kind of flops onto the sand as she gives Dylan a quizzical look. But it's one she's seen before. Very Fear the Reaper. She looks towards Mae with a half-hearted shrug, an apologetic half-smile, and a gesture at the man. "Sorry, I always chase him off. Something about alternative religions he's not into."

If Love needs more, then more she shall have! The newest dance floats her eyes upwards to try and think of a response that is both tasteful and yet intrusive enough to be answered. Mae beats her to it. Cameron snorts a laugh, leaning way over to swat her fellow dancer on the arm. "O-M-G, yeah. That, but I was going to ask WAY better! You're terrible."

She glances again at the ready-to-depart Dylan, then at Zoiya. Eyes narrow again. She gestures towards Mae and then in the direction the one she hexxed out of the party is disappearing off to. "What about you two? I get this kind of... vibe. I'm feeling it. Like in your aura when you're near each other."

"Mee, thank goodness!" Cameron extends a hand towards Baby Sharknado as she arrives on the scene. "You will tell me all the truths unlike these people, won't you?"

A firm nod is given towards Mae as she confirms, Dylan's mouth opening as if to say something else before it snaps shut. A hand lifts, pointing a finger towards Park as he states, "Baby Shark!" She won't be off the hook just because this doesn't happen tonight, apparently, promising a future encounter with the artist. A bob of his head comes at Love's askance, and who knows just what she'll get pictures of later! And off he goes at a good clip, but not nearly as quickly as what Cameron had witnessed int he coffee shop. Small improvements, at least!

"I thought Park was the Queen of the hi-jinx by my understanding." Poe says, glancing between Ico and Park while he sips on his latest drink, adding. "Yeah, I'm game to go back up. Good to keep hydrated, though." When Park settles nearby he laughs at her question and shakes his head. "Honestly, Park, I'm pretty sure it must just be them making an honest mistake. I can't imagine any reason to intentionally give me the wrong number." Just so. He looks a bit more directly at Park - "So. Band. When do I get to see this band in action? You planning to play some places around town? Or have I already missed it?"

Mae snickers softly, taking a brief break from the pizza to do so. She returns Ico's hug, takes another bite of pizza and then chews for a few moments, her eyes on Cameron. "I'm not terrible." She protests weakly, but maybe she is. She glances at Dylan's departing figure and frowns, taking another bite of her pizza before she answers, "I don't date, but we are fucking occasionally." She picks off a piece of pepperoni and pops it into her mouth.

She turns to Love, frowning as she sets the crust of the pizza down. "Am I terrible?"

Ico chuckles and nods to Love, "Will do, not leaving quite yet though. But felt I left you hanging offering only a wave when I came." He says and smiles. "And good to see you as well." Turning towards Poe, nodding. "Oh, she might be. Though the whole house seem full of it. She keeps bouncing all over the place and bouncing on top of me. Crazy." The top bunk, but not clarifying, just to tease his bandmate some. Letting Park answer Poe's question about them playing. Attention on Mae for a moment. "Hope to get to catch up some more, outside of when we work." He offers, not having had a lot of time between moving, work, and band stuff. Falling silent as he listen to the others talking.

Vik just sips his drink.

It's a very good drink. Ice. Bubbles. A shitload of sugar and artificial flavoring. Just what you want to wash down shrimp with. It's only then that he butts in slightly, throwing Mae a bonafide look. "For that? Naw."

It might come off a little backhanded as reassurances go, but he's doing his best.

"Baby shark!" Park repeats loudly for Dylan, grinning madly. Oh yes, it will happen. "I always tell the truth" she nods to Cameron, taking the offered hand and a position next to the soused sorceress. A pout at Ico's claime of hi-jinx before she shrugs it away. "I'm definitely into hi-jinx. I'm a rebel rouser and demonic dentist. Well...once I graduate. Though I'll probably be a rock star by then. Definitely up for a threesome" she nods happily to Ico and Poe about the dance offer. "We haven't got any gigs lined up yet..." She has to look to Ico and Lyric to confirm this; though he's no help. "And we'll write some awesome songs too." Bouncing? That gets a blush too. As does Mae saying the 'f' word about Dylan. Where's that drink?

Love glances over to Mae. "No, my dear friend, you're not terrible in the least. If you are, I am." She grins a bit at that and says to Cam. "Because I've been drinking all night, I'll tell you this. I haven't had an orgasm that wasn't self-induced since I moved here." She thinks on that a moment. "In the interests of full disclosure, I take that back. I haven't had one with another person." That's not right either. She finishes her margarita. "I haven't had one that another person is directly responsible for," yes, that's more accurate, "In months." Is that true? Yes, that is true. She reaches for the pitcher and pours the dregs into her glass. It barely fills it halfway.

This whole instance of admission is how you know the margaritas are good ones.

"Has anybody seen my phone? It's in a silver sparkle case." It's controlling the bluetooth speaker playing music out here, so it's got to be within a certain radius.

Then to Ico, she says, "Oh, well, hello and glad you could make it, just the same!" She grins. "Happy you're not rushing off."

"Mee, baby..." Cameron looks at the woman in question inquisitively. She puts on a hand on her knee, gives a little squeeze. Then she points at her hands. "Where's my drawing? Did you put it somewhere? You didn't..." She looks over towards where the Totally Wiccan Dance Party just happened. "...take it over there, did you?"

At Mae's clarifications of her Friends With Benefits status, the Wiccan just kind of nods like she knew it all along. Auras never lie. They always reveal the truth. "How positively libertine of you!" When the other dancer turns to face Love and ask if she's terrible, Cameron is already nodding her head behind Mae's back, mouthing 'Yes. Tell her 'yes'!'

"Actually," Cameron waggles her finger between Mae and Viktor. "You're both equally terrible. Especially you, Teddybear." She leans enough to slide an arm around the enthusiastic bandmate of Augmented Reality. "My Mee here is the only decent one of the bunch!"

Love's answer, however, almost blows the brunette down. She leeeeeans away, like the physical force of it is a hurricane coming at her. Her expression is one of almost utter horror and shock. In this position, leaning back, a grimace so huge it doesn't seem like it should all fit entirely on her face, she stays for a long, long moment. Then she leans up. "Oh no, no, no, no. Um... I have a charm for that, too. If you need... To find someone?"

Mae listens to Love, trying to tipsily work her way through the orgasm talk. Then she starts to think about her own situation, loses count, shrugs and goes back to drinking. "Batteries." She mentions to Love, giving the woman a knowing glance before she starts on her second piece of pizza. Her eyes settle on Viktor and she shakes her head, tsking at him. "Thank you." She murmurs politely, offering up a raised glass in a toast toward the man before she drinks the rest of the liquid in the glass. Probably best she stop there.

Cameron gets Mae's version of the look, before she just grins. "My aura says that I'm well fucked? Thank you aura. Supportive of you!"

"Yeah, just text me sometime Ico, I'm usually around or I'm at work. Either way, I'm pretty easy to find." She picks off an olive and tosses it toward the fire. Yuck.

"Well, once you do I'll be up for listening. Or watching. Doesn't take a lot to get me out of the house for some kind of entertainment and the music scene here isn't exactly ... vast. I got a little spoiled by LA I think. Different band pretty much every bar you went to. Just had to have enough money in my pocket to actually go to the bars." That was a bit hit and miss a lot of the time. Poe leans back in his seat, grinning at the mention of Park bouncing on top of Ico. Whether he takes the statement at face value or not - well, whatever plays through his mind is clearly amusing. His eyes shift to Love for a moment, but then away again. Totally not eavesdropping on all that.

Ico grins and is just mainly amused as he listens. Nodding to Love. "Thanks, happy to be here." Looking for her phone, but someone else will probably beat him to it. "Where did you put it?" He asks. Smiling and nodding to Mae as well. The orgasm talk he will leave to the ladies for now. Though does offer some physical replies and reactions. A shrug here, a smirk there. So on. As fomr Park being the only decent one, he makes a mock shocked look. "Not me as well?" He jests. "We should be getting to it." He says to Poe. "Or you can drop by when we practice, but might not be that interesting." Then back to searching for Love's phone. "This?" He found something at least, not sure if it is hers.

"I left Vancouver without packing any. I didn't think I'd be here this long." Love sips her melted margarita. The grey-eyed woman flicks a look to Cameron. Her smile twitches. "Are you offering to find me someone? I think I could, if I needed to." She smirks behind her glass again. "In the mean time, I have Viktor's vintage motorbike."

"If I knew where I put it, sweet, I wouldn't have lost it." Love leans forward and squints when Ico comes up with a phone. "Um. Maybe?" She holds out a hand for it. Could be it!

Love's admissions have Park looking for another drink - she will have them both at once! Straws come in handy like that. Though she is also a bit bewildered by some parts. Love had an orgasm with another person but not with another person? That's going to require some thinking through. Her brow creasing in confusion. At least there's a Cameron to distract.

"I gave the folder to Love" Park explains, since she is the responsible one...who just blabbed out so much. And Mae is no better. Park's role models have such interesting lives. If she's going to aspire to their greatness, she has a lot of work ahead of her. "There's three bands I know of in town, Poe." Smooth changing of subject there. "And only two bars. Though Cam's band seem to be the only one who have recorded something so far. Oh, I'll give you my number again."

"You have love charms. Cameron? Do they work? Hmm...don't know if it's cool to make someone love you. I mean, don't they have a say in it? And what if they have a charm to love someone else? Which charm wins?" Inquiring minds need to know.

Vik seems to consider the words that pass back and forth across the fire pit, giving an idle little sniff as the sip of his drink leaves some glass condensation on the tip of his nose. His eyes go from Mae, to Love, to Park. Back to Love. To Cam. Back to Love when she mentions his bike.

"I fuckin' knew it."

"Your aura is crazy, Mae." Cameron confirms, with a side-ways glance that just screams 'GURL, LIKE, FOR REAL'. "It is off the charts in ways I can't easily explain, but it certainly does NOT lack for intimacy. It's like..." She holds out an arm, moving it up and down vertically, indicating all of Zoiya. "...satisfied. All over in here. Sexually, uh, anyway."

She turns at something Poe says, gesturing at him with a brief, airy wave of her hand, flopping it about. "You came from LA? I was in LA!" She slaps a hand to her own upper chest. "For a bit. And... prison. Mostly LA, though! Tried to be the next Tony Hawk. Turns out... the world doesn't need two of those. It was quite a change from Gray Harbor. Overall, I think I'm glad to be back, though."

The dark-haired Witch of the (Trailer Park) Woods holds up a hand at Love, palm up, somewhat in a sort of helpless gesture. "Sorry, I just..." She looks down at her drink instead of at the bartender, kind of swishing it around in her cup with a little bounce of her head. "Yeah, sorry. You barely know me. I shouldn't... You know."

She does sneak a glance towards the grey-eyed woman to see if she has her folder, though.

Thankfully, there is blessed, beautiful, wonderful Park to save the day. DISTRACTION!

"Oh, yeah, totally, Mee. I mean, some works better than others. If you're looking for someone in particular, it's hard to get clashing auras to combine. They have to have the right color sequences. It's not, like, mind control. It's like..." She lifts a hand, giving a thousand-yard stare as she mimes pushing open a door. "...giving Fate a nudge."

Mae blinks a few times, glancing between the various people seated. She's a little too drunk for this now. She settles in, feet up, comfortable. "Poe, did you drive here or walk, and if you drove, do you think you can drive me home?" She looks thoughtful, gazing toward her half filled margarita cup.

Ico chuckles. "Good point." He offers to Love, handing over the phone. "I am sure we can all pitch in to help you." He offers in a joking way. Then looking to Park and Cameron about the folder. Looking to see if Love still have the folder. Though talk of love charms has him listening to Cam and Vik. "Perhaps more suggestion or finding a match kind of a deal?" He suggests. Looking to Cam as she explain. Nodding along some. "That makes sense." Glancing to Mae as well, looking between her and Poe. But not putting himself into that conversation for now.

Speaking of the folder, Love pulls it out from under her, where she somehow ended up sitting on it. "Whose is this?" She waves it around.

Love almost drops her glass laughing when Viktor chimes in about the bike. "Shut up." What happens on the back of a rattly vintage motorcycle stays there... until your 4th margarita.

Which charm does win, indeed. Love glances over at Park as those questions issue forth. Curious. Curious, curious.

"Don't be sorry for taking a concern, Cam. I'm as much a hedonist as the next girl with many, many tattoos." She produces a joint from somewhere. "Anyone have a light?" She slips her legs off the railing and rises to take the couple of steps over to grab a pitcher and bring it back. It's half full of mango margs. "I do okay with casual affection. Sex is fantastic when you're in the place and mood for it. I don't have a lot of time for the whole... process." Whatever process she means, she doesn't elaborate. Drink to drink.

She takes the phone from Ico. "Yeah, this is mine. Thanks!" She turns it over in her hand. "My whole life is in this thing." Really should not leave it lying around.

Viktor makes a mental note of a certain RPM in his head. For no reason. Absolutely none. Nothing to do with this conversation, at least. Nooooope. Sip.

"Any of you folks ever need to sit on the back of a bike because your batteries run out, just walk out in the middle of fucking nowhere down the highway. Because going to safeway is boring." He offers in lieu of a lighter. To all gathered. Look, to each their own, and judging by the tilt of his head, that totally includes Ico.

"I'd like to drop by a practice sometime if you're looking for an audience. Might be fun. Something to do." Poe says, glancing between Ico and Park and digging out his phone so he can take down Park's number. He gives a quick grin toward Cameron at the talk of LA. "I started here and went there for about a decade. Fucking place, right? It's a different life. Very different. Weird being back here after all that honestly."

Mae catches his attention and he tilts his head to the side a bit. "Feeling alright, Mae? Yeah. I can take you back home. I was thinking about crashing out of here in a few anyway and don't mind giving you a lift. You're pretty much on my way." Ha. Ha. He lifts a hand to give a wave to encompass the group. "It was good to see everyone again. Sure it will happen again before long."

"Yeah, exactly." Cam lifts a hand in Ico's direction, gesturing toward him like 'Thank. You.' "If it's a specific person, they have to already be compatible with you. It's... a little push, not a full-blown love potion, drink this and they will fall madly in love with you. Because that is black magic, that's mind control." She looks at Park. Tilts her head. Shakes it back and forth. "And we don't do that. That comes back around to bite you. Times three."

As Love produces the folder, Cameron lifts a hand. Then she leans over. Then gets on her fours, crawwwwwling forward just a bit, reaching to take the folder from the tattooed bartender. Once done, she slides backwards, until butt hits seat, folder in lap. Purse somewhere nearby. Hopefully. If it didn't get stolen.

"Thanks." She tries not to eye the joint that comes out too enviously as she pops open the manilla thing and checks inside to ensure her drawing is still there and intact. "Yeah, I just..." She tries to think of how to explain it the bartender. "I don't want to be that girl. Prying all up in your shit and trying to 'fix' you. I just see an ish and I want to help. But," Hands are held up in surrender, glass in one of them. "Given how I live my life, it is definitely not my place to tell you what's right or wrong for yours."

"Hey, speaking of tattoos, I've been meaning to get one. You guys recommend a particular studio around here?"

There's a snort given to Viktor, ducking her head and laughing. She runs a hand through her hair, shaking it out as she takes another long drink of what should be her last margarita of the night if she wants to be able to function at all tomorrow. "Wow. I will keep your motorcycle-induced orgasms under advisement, my friend. I know a few girls who will absolutely take you up on that." A beat. "And guys. And... everything in between." Her brows draw down. "I have some fucked up friends."

"Though if it really works, maybe I do need to get a motorcycle. Mm. I guess I'm the fucked up one. That's a startling revelation."

Cameron digs into her pocket and produces a lighter. She tosses it to Love.

Park examines Mae carefully, expecting to see an aura appear out of nowhere. Nope. Nothing. Cameron must have good eyesight. Sexually satisfied is probably a good aura to have. "You were in prison, Cam? Oh...as a warden? That must be a pretty tough job. Why do you want to be the next Tony Hawk? Be the first Cameron." She listens intently to everyone about the charms, nodding along. "So, it's like making sure what was going to happen anyway, happens quicker? Got it." Or not.

People are leaving? Boo! "You two have a nice night" Park smiles to Mae and Poe. "We'll make sure everyone who wants to come and see us play can come and see us play. Rehearsals are pretty boring though. Especially if we're writing at the same time." At the question of a light, Park innocently indicates the fire pits.

"Why would sitting on a bike help with batteries? Does it have a recharger built in? I wonder if I can get one of those for my moped" Park muses before there is talk of orgasms on bikes? She looks sad for a moment, glancing at her drink. "I think I'm coming down with something" she decides.

Ico chuckles and nods to Love as the phone is given, "No worries. Now I know what it looks like, so I can help keep an eye on it, if it does end up laying about again." Grinning to Vik and nodding. "Noted, and thanks for the offer." As for a lighter, he does check for one. Though stops as people are leaving. "Take care, both of you." If they come over he will offer hugs, but otherwise waving them off.

"Got this from a patron last week. No clue if it is still working though." Though Cam beats him to it. He does give the lighter to Love though. "You can keep this one in case it still work." He suggests and grin. Seeming interested in what Cam offers as well, "Sound interesting. A lot of horror stuff does start with similar though." Offered more playfully than serious. Grinning at Park's innocent comment about the bike. "Well..." Leaving it at that. Raising a brow. "You okay, Park?" He asks, keeping an eye on her just in case.

Love hands off the folder, smiling to Can. Her smile lingers, eased by the alcohol, good company, and a lovely ocean breeze. The days have been so hot here. It's a relief just to sit around and veg. Her gaze flicks to Viktor. She snorts a laugh. Thinks about that standing in the road thing, and laughs again.

"Don't worry about it, Cam. If you cross a boundary, I'll tell you. Cross my heart." She brushes her fingertips over her chin and says, "I heard Pins and Needles is good. Mae said one of her roommates work there, but I haven't been by yet." She means to go. At some point.

She catches the lighter tossed her way. "Thanks, babe." There's a grin and she lights up her joint. Thankyew. She flares it up, takes a drag, then another, short and sweet, holding the smoke in as long as she can. She passes it off to Cameron in short order. Round robin!

Flashing Ico a quick thumbs up, Vik's gesture turns into a wave to those departing, shifting forward in his seat to lean forearms on thighs, watching Park work through the context and seemingly come to an unhappy conclusion. "Beach Boys." He offers over her way in the first conversational lull to arrive, sipping at his drink for a second and rubbing at his cheek with the back of his hand. When in doubt, go for music.

It's a little gesture, but at some point during that most recent sip, he casually steals an ice cube from his glass to suck on, flicking eyes from person to person before leaning back once more, pulling out his phone to check on something or other.

"Um, no, sweetie." Cameron reaches over, laying a hand softly on Park's arm and rubbing up and down her bicep a bit. "I was in jail for possession with intention to distribute. I met some bad people and I did bad things for them. Life was Hell, then it got better." She laughs. "I used to want to be the next Tony Hawk. Now I'm perfectly content with being the first Cameron. I was kind of a douchebag back then. Deserved everything I got."

That hand leaves the exuberant student's arm and travels to her forehead, placing the back of it against her there, as if feeling for a fever. "I think maybe you're just drunk? Do you drink much?" Hand leaving head, she rubs the beleaguered, confused girl's back gently.

The Wiccan shoots Ico a devilish smile, the corners of her thick lips curling up, showing her teeth and highlighting her ridiculous cheekbones. She flashes him a wink. "That's me. Gray Harbor's very own Baba Yaga. Out to eat children and cook them inside my chicken-legged house." A slim shoulder lifts in a half shrug. "It sounds stupid to most people, but... It's for me. Some people choose Christrianity, I got this."

"Pins and Needles. Cool. I'll check it out." Then comes the passing of the torch! Cam is like a little girl on Christmas morning as her face lights up and she touches Love's fingertips as they pass the weed. It's brought to her lips in between her thumb and middle finger, pinky in the air like she's bougie. The cherry on the end lights up as she inhales, holding her breath briefly as she next passes it off for Park to take, being the next closest to her.

There's a bit of coughing as she exhales, because shes kind fo a pansy lightweight. It comes from being so skinny. "Thanks for being a sharer." She grins at Love, though it shrinks a bit as her head turns a bit to the side and tilts a little. "You're scarily generous. That come from a reason, or just the bottom of your endless heart?"

"I don't smoke" Park smiles to Cameron as the joint is sent her way. She will hand it over to the next person. "I don't drink much" she admits, "But this feels more like a flu." She also feels her forehead but must find a little more heat than Cameron did. "I'm sorry everyone but I might have to go." A non-bouncy Park is an odd thing to witness. "I'll get an Uber" she smiles softly to Ico. "You stay here and have fun. Great party, Love, I had a great time!"

Love rises, finally, after passing off the joint, and begins to tidy up the food containers, dumping all the empties in a nearby bin she requested for the purpose. She consolidates the leftovers into a few containers. Still two whole piecemeal pizzas left.

"Tony Hawk's pretty funny on twitter," she chimes in, really having little to offer the skater conversation, seeing as she's a surfer herself, and really crashes anything with wheels. "Oh, I'm not that generous, I mean. You have, you share. Many hands make light work. It takes a village. All true, despite their sappy connotations. I grew up surfing, crashing in strangers houses, caravanning around the world on the cheap to hit the best waves. Competing for years." She shrugs.

"I guess I feel like the kindest thing we can do is see each other. It costs me nothing to be awesome." Love probably smokes a lot of pot. "Plus I grew up in Hawaii." She glances over as Park says something about flu symptoms. "Go home, drink two big glasses of water and take some vitamins ASAP, sweet. Text me if you need some soup."

Ico does let Cam check on Park, moving to be able to check on her some as well. Ending up next to Park, on the other side from Cam. "I'll help you home whenever you need it." The upsides of living with the bandmates. As for Baba Yaha, he grins and nods. "I'm intrigued now." He offers in turn with a wink of his own. "I guess at least I have no need to be scared of some of the other man-eating beasts then. I am sure you scare them all off." He offers and smiles. Nodding about Pins and Needles. Not knowing much about the place though. Furrowing his brows. "Don't want you running off alone if you are feeling sick." He offers. He does take the joint, only a brief puff before sending it onward to the next person. Rising to his feet. Still steady at least.

"Welp." Vik finishes off the last of his drink with three big gulps, slipping out of the chair before the round robin has a chance to reach him. "I feel like illness striking is as good a cue as any for me to bail out of here. There'll be plague victims on the highway I leave it too long."

That's... That probably a joke. His eyes say it's a joke. His smile says it's a joke. But this is Gray Harbor. It's possibly happened before. Offering nods and tilts of the hands to all gathered, the man reaches down in to his jacket pocket, rummaging around for a moment before he's pulling a jangling set of keys free. "You all have a good one. Mee, feel better, alright?"

"Oh..." Cameron raises her eyebrows and then lowers them in a quick bob as Park hands off the joint to the next person in line. Like it is a totally unexpected thing for someone not to smoke! But as Park insists she's not feeling well, the brunette looks up at her when she stands, nodding her head. "Oh, okay. Wow. Feel better, okay, Mee?"

She can't even offer a ride home to the poor girl. She Ubered here herself!

As Park departs, appearing deflated, the dark-haired self-styled sorceress turns back to face Love. "Wow." A tight smile pulls at her lips, not large, but noticeable. "That started off painfully cliche and ended up poetic as fuck. 'Wear the cape of kidness, the underwear of generosity, and you will be able to conquer the world, like Superman in any adversity.' You have a beautiful soul, Love. That's why your aura's so gentle. ...If a little tormented."

"Hawaii, cool. Very cool. I grew up here, so... jealous. Only place I've ever been is down the West Coast. Then right back here."

She makes a face at Ico, kind of a cross between an apology smile and an 'I Wish' grimace. Brows knitted up, crinkling her forward, lips pulled out, rather than up or down. "Yeah, no, sorry. They're still very much out there. I'm still... working on that."

Cam gives a little wave to Viktor as he announces his departure. "See ya, Teddybear. Shit, I'm sorry, Love. I'll help you clean up." Half the discarded cups are bound to be hers anyway!

As much as she hates to, Park is going to have to leave the party. Even though she is feeling even worse than she was a minute ago, she will give everyone hugs goodbye. Even kisses on cheeks to make sure the germs get really spread around. "If you want to come now, Ico, then we can go together, but you should totally hang out at this kickin' party. I'll make sure to leave that USB on your pillow with my songs on it." Then she is off. Slowly.

"I'm a giver," Love calls over her shoulder to Cam. "Which is why I don't date. It's not good when people are wrapped around my ..." She stacks the three boxes, and turns to hand them to Vic. "Whatever. Please do something with these." She holds them out to Vic, that is. He might not take them.

"I'm sorry, y'all. I'm winding down. Would you mind finishing off the margaritas or passing them out upstairs?" She does seem to be favoring one of her legs, moving a little bit stiffly after sitting so long.

Ico smiles to Cam, "No worries. I'm glad that you're in our corner either way." He assures her. Turning to Viktor. "See you around, Vik. Take care." Looking to Park, "I am sure I get to meet them again, and either way I might be able to return before they leave, maybe." He suggests and nudges Park. "And hey, can't let anything bad happen to you on the way home." He suggests. Grinning to Love as well though. Offering hugs all around.

Vik takes the boxes, but only after casually dissuading the attempts at hugs thrown his way with the most socially acceptable outstretched palms to the forehead a human being has ever mustered. Hugs do not come after declarations of sickness when one works in a hospital, after all. Hanging the keys from a looped finger and tucking the phone away in a back pocket, there's a quick whisper Love's way before he's getting another box added and vanishing in to the interior of the place, calling back to all and sundry with a "Don't die! Please! It looks bad on our record."

Well, not his, but it's a group effort, y'know?

This is how epidemics start: shared food, shared drink, conversation around the fireside at night, all the hugs. Love offers a hug or a squeeze of the arm to everyone before she departs, even a kiss on the shoulder for the ladies. She's definitely getting sick in a couple days. Unless the booze has burned it all away. "Thanks for coming tonight, sweetpeas. I'll see you at work. I think everybody has my number by now. If you need anything, text me."

She glances across the beach. Hm. Ok, off through the bar, she goes, after finding and stepping into her shoes. It's not far, down the boardwalk, across the road a bit. She's hesitant to ask, but at the same time, multiple murders. "Uh. Hey, Vik. Wait up." She vanishes after the man. Because he seems like the safest option for not being murdered.