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[b][u]Aliquam: Tobias' Gala - Bar[/b][/u]

"Jelly?" Amy scoffed at the newest shotglass passed her way. She downed it immediately with a smile. "I fuckin' hate jelly!"

[i]"Ey, Ree, you do much dancin'? I ain't had a proper dance in forever."[/i] Moira began to gyrate herself, along with the weirdass bartender. Amy too was just about to groove it, just ready to have the time of her life. But then... then the return of those cold, dark [i]flashes.[/i]

[i]"My name's Simon! Who might you be?"[/i]

"Oh gods, not him again." Amy was close to slamming her head on the countertop, but stopped short due to the glasses in the way. Thankfully she was sober enough to stop herself that time. Then Aria greeted the photographer pleasantly, even posing for him. Amy threw her arm out at this. "What are you... doing!" she yelled with an awkward pause between words. She was ready, so ready to charge out of her barstool and pummel this perv into the ground. But when she swiveled she nearly flopped onto the ground, but luckily managed to keep herself from tumbling over. So she just kinda sat there on the stool. Gods dammit.

Amy was yanked out of her seat anyway by Moira. She wasn't even sure she could walk in her own heels anymore, and opted to 'accidentally' step out of them after Moira had dragged her away a few steps. Then she started to rave to the music, totally out of beat. Amy joined along as well, rocking gently (though unevenly) while rolling her arms around or whatever. She had already forgotten about Simon. That vodka was [i]much[/i] stronger than she was prepared for. Nothing like the weak shit at Clockwork.

"Aaaaaria," she called, now stumbling a tad on her bare feet. "Where are you, come on." She snatched whatever remained of Moira's drink right out of her loosened hand and downed the rest in an instant, before chucking the glass behind her - towards the table Syed, Lucien, and Lute were at.

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[b][u]Aliquam: Tobias' Gala - Second Floor[/b][/u]

Trixie trailed after her distraught friend immediately - although she didn't catch onto Estelle's anxiety as easily. The open-mouthed smile on her face was as wide as ever. She raced down the stairs after her heroine, though unlike the redhead Trixie did stumble forward. Dalia had caught her just in time though. Seeing as Rose declined to go and the other two guilders trailed after their leader, Dalia had no choice but to follow after them. And it was only because she had that Trixie's life was spared from the steps of doom - the Pixie's new mortal enemy.

"Wowie, thanks Miss Dollie!" She spun around and hugged the priestess. "You saved my life! Now time to go ruin Supersis'!" Then she twirled around on the same step (nearly falling over again) and continued her trek down. She stopped beside the metallurgist. In the midst of Estelle's fretting, Trixie leaned over to Xandra. She cupped a hand between her mouth and Xandra's ear. "I don't think he's actually dancing. But Supersis is really funny. [i]Heeeeh."[/i]

Estelle's view of the guilders was soon blocked by a young man, who also appeared to be wearing a mask. He just walked right up in front of her, looking away from her face and twiddling his thumbs. "Um, lovely mask you have on, madam! It um, it matches mine," the young man said with a bow. His blonde cowlick gave away his clumsiness, but he did his best not to stumble. As if his stammering wasn't enough, he tugged at his collar twice and gulped when he rose to a proper but stiff stance. "Would you, um, would you care to dance? ... Please?"

Trixie bit her lips and puffed her cheeks like a little fat boy getting cotton candy. "This is gonna be so funny," she squeaked. Though she couldn't keep her eyes off the redhead and that blonde kid's backside, she nudged closer to Xandra and continued speaking in her hushed but high-pitched voice. "Should we dance too??"