Lily
Lily smiled, listening to her wife complain about Criston. She wasn't wrong, but Lily still didn't want her to be mad at Criston. He was just being... well.. Criston.
She wanted to add something, but Carmen quickly continued, soundly more and more insulted by it all as she went on. To Carmen this was a matter of pride and justice. She felt deeply wronged and Lily understood that. She'd have to have a chat with Criston later and get him to try and apologize, even if it were a lost cause, they'd just find something else to one-sidedly fight about.
The next outburst was so loud, Lily's eyes went wide. She didn't really feel like right now would be the best time to tell Carmen that not everyone really... cared. Lily sighed, smiling at Carmen as if smiling at a child throwing a temper tantrum.
She shook her head as Carmen relaxed and apologized. "It's fi-" Just as she did, the music cut back on and Lily could literally feel Carmen stiffen and stretch with tension.
She thought for a moment how best to handle this.
She could push her along and get her to go back to their room and sleep it off.
They could 'sleep' it off.
She could kiss Carmen and give her such a shock that Carmen would forget about the whole thing. Actually, no. That wouldn't work...
Lily sighed and thought about Carmen had told her once.
"Nothing's better at relaxing you than a nice glass of wine, Lily."
Nevermind the fact that the Skylark was trying to get Lily drunk, but all the same.
"Carmen..." She began, walking up to face Carmen with a smile. She put her hands on her shoulder and let a warm wash overcome Carmen, suctioning off some of the tension in her muscles. "Besides my uncanny ability to relax anyone at all, I've heard that wine has similar properties. Why don't we go back... and get so drunk that the music doesn't bother us anymore. Besides, eventually everyone will get tired of that horrendous music and demand that Carmen Calandra play for them." She explained, leaning in close to Carmen. "I know that I for one already wish for a original Carmen piece myself." She added, winking at her.
Jason
He let out a frustrated sigh and walked closer to the snake girl. "You must know her. My son told me she was here and I came as fast as I could. She is fairly tall, skinny, with thin, soft black hair. Please." He explained, pleading with her. He completely ignored her question about his identity. He was fully focused on finding his wife.
He stepped a bit closer again and put his hands on her shoulders, his eyes pleading with her when he realized she was wearing sunglasses. "What? Why are you wearing shades?" He asked, stumbling back, still buzzed.
Ayane flinched at the scream of the man she'd thrown Criston into but was more concerned with how he was, so far he hadn't gotten up from where he was flung by the man. She rushed over in a hurry, her dress hindering a longer pace. Halfway over there, she bent down and used her nail to cut the dress so that she could run. (Her nails extend and retract at will, cool mermaid stuff, right?)
She slide to a stop on her knees at Criston, rolling him over. It had almost looked like he was crying but as he was rolled over, the room could see that Criston Cross was laughing his ass off. Her eyes narrowed in confusion and she desperately wanted to ask if he was okay, but was unable. Her brows furrowed as she stared down at him.
Criston kept laughing and slowly, slowly the laughter faded into a small chuckle and a warm smile. "Sorry, Ryuu. I guess Ayane doesn't know her own strength." He told Ryuu, promptly sending him into another fit of laughter. Nevermind the fact that his side hurt like hell from smashing into a wall like Ryuu. Such a small girl like Ayane had flung a man like him into a man like Ryuu. It was actually very humorous. He sat up into a seated position and smiled at Ryuu. "I suppose this as a good a time as any to ask how you are. So... How you doin' Ryuu?" He asked, chuckling.
All the while, Ayane was looking confusedly at Ryuu and then Criston and then Ryuu, as if trying to check if this was normal behavior for the white haired warlock.