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[b]Tobias’ Gala – Ground Floor (Dance Hall)[/b]
[i]"It's the boys! It's always the boys! Damn pigs did everything!"[/i]

"-Hey!" Syed protested, about to turn to her when she suddenly shoved him right into Dylan. Unfortunately, Syed still towered over Dylan as much as pretty much anyone else, so he ended up with Dylan's shoulder driving into his upper arm. Ow!

"Yer what?! Yeah, they fuck everythin' up!" Moira bellowed. "Who needs 'em! All this kids needing two parents bullshit, what a load of crap!" She pointed towards the pair, although her hand sort of drifted as she swayed to the side. "Which one was it?!"

"Nobody stole your drink, Moira," Syed said sternly, crossing his arms. To be honest, he didn't see Amy take it either, he was too busy looking to Lucien at the time. As far as he was concerned... "you probably just dropped it or something."

"I [i]dropped[/i] it?! You fuckin' shittin' me?! LIKE FUCK WOULD I DROP A DRINK!" She seized him by his tie and pulled him towards herself. Oh, how convenient ties were. Convenient grabbing areas that is. It only took her a couple of seconds - during which she was oblivious that her hold on his tie was [i]choking him[/i] - before she released him in disgust. Was he fucking [i]sober?![/i] At a party?! Urgh! She turned to Dylan instead. "So it was you!" She pointed at him again, "Guilty!"

"I doubt Dylan had it either!" Syed had turned to Amy, a hand rubbing at his neck. She still wore that impish grin, as much as she hid it behind her glass. Well, she looked guilty as hell with a face like that. Part of him was annoyed with her - that she would try and put the blame on them, that even after all this time she was just as hateful towards men as ever. Despite all this... he couldn't help his expression from softening.

She looked like she was having fun. And Amy... Amy rarely really did. At least, not as obviously as this. And usually when she did, it did involve a large amount of alcohol like this. He knew she liked to laugh... it was just a shame she never really seemed to find a reason to do so. And that... that was quite the sad thought.

"No wonder Trixie's such a prankster," he said softly with a crooked smile, shoving his hands awkwardly into his pockets. After all, Amy was quite the trickster herself.