Halloween Party [Event]

[Nekayne]

To celebrate the yearly event known for spooking, candy, and costumes, the Noctis council had decided to use the well-known Trainer Venue to host this year's festivities in the form of a Halloween party that is opened to anyone and everyone.

The main lobby of the trainer venue, once home to a couple of quaint white couches, a few floor plants, white tiling and walls, as well as a decorative circular fountain in the middle with seating lining it, is now decorated to match the Halloween theme. Dark drapes cover the tall windows to keep outdoor lighting from brightening the dimly lit room, most of which being lit by carefully placed candles. Tables are set up with orange and black cloth draped over them and an assortment of baked treats and spooky candies adorn the table tops, paper plates set in piles along with the napkins. A fog machine had been set up somewhere out of view, giving a cloud of mist hovering above the floor. The once serene fountain has now been coloured to appear that blood took over the clear waters.

Games have been set up along the venue, ranging from pin the tail on the Blitzle to Twister to colouring contests and anything else you could possibly imagine. Eerie yet fun music runs through the venue which some have taken a liking to dancing to. A number of tables and chairs have been set up, each with it's own spooky centerpiece ranging from a fleet of Spinaraks and Ariados to Darkrais and other fearsome creatures.

[boomboy]

Trudge was so Excited! It was his favorite time of the year, HALLOWEEN! The only time he could scare little boy's and girls without getting in trouble for his actions. Dressed in a Vampire costume, the same one supposedly used by the actor who Played Dracula, that was a little too big for his own good. The midnight black cape bragged along the floor behind him whilst a blood red bow tie stood out at the front of his collar.
His hair was combed backwards until it virtually lay flat on his head with the help of about three bottles of hair gel. How the hell Dracula did this every day was but a mystery to him.
To add to the effect, he had his fore lips painted a deep red with a set of sharp Plastic Vampire teeth and his eyebrows trimmed slightly to add to the effect. Under his coat lay a different story altogether. His combat knife and Pistol sat snugly on his belt, hidden from view as he was worried about a terrorist attack from Tom. One should never let your guard down anytime. He also had his military ID in case he was stopped by any guards lurking about to arrest some drunks.

Napalm, much to his delight, was dressed in a Pirates costume with a plastic sword attached to his stump, an eye patch and three fake Muskets on his belt line. A large Black Pirates hat sat on his head, the rim painted in a vibrant gold fabric. He certainly seemed to have the attitude to go with it as well.
<Arg ye wee swine! You dare steal mah trasure! Ah'll have ye walk the Plank!> said Napalm in a surprisingly good pirates accent before bursting into tirades of laughter at himself in the mirror.
Trudge too hollered in laughter as Napalm gasped for air whilst still laughing.

Oh, we're gonna be late for the party. Lets go mate.
Napalm nodded as he picked up a pencil an notepad to communicate to Trudge with, before returning loyally to his Master's side as they walked down the curb towards the Party.
The place seemed horrid, Grotesque and generally unhealthy to hold a party at. It was far too perfectly done and he really commended the designers that took place in decorating it so badly that they did a great job of it.
Passing though the glass doors he squinted his eye's slightly to get used to the dimly lit and generally depressing scenery. It seemed that he wasn't the first to arrive. Other people, Pokemorph's and Pokemon were here, all elegantly dressed as their favorite Horror movie characters. The costumes were exquisite and a little too real.

Grabbing some Scotch, none other than a double Bells on the Rocks, he began chatting to a young couple from Hoenn on a 'business' holiday. He pondered for a moment what business he was in, but then let the thought go with another sip of Scotch. The beautiful Alcohol burnt his mouth and the back of his throat as it went down into his stomach. A felling which he often enjoyed. He could see that Napalm was already getting bored and so Told him to go and enjoy himself. Just as long as he didn't get trodden on. His face light up in a toothy smile before hopping off to go and terrorize Some poor Pokemon about 'walking the plank, Arg.'

He soon found himself in an area for Pokemon and so rejoiced in downing a can of Coca-cola as he quickly became far too hyper active for his own good. He playfully terrorized a group of Cyndaquil and the odd Piplup about Pirates. He was having a splendid time, as were the Other Pokemon despite his Handicap. They played games like Twister and drank lots of Coke in games that were meant for alcohol but were slightly modified. Soon his right eye was twitching and he could not keep still, there was simply too much sugar coursing through his system to be tired or sit still. All that would get revenge soon though.

[Nekayne]

watch your heart when we're together
- - - - -boys like you love me forever

Halloween was a wonderful time of year. Once a year Lilith would be able to dress up as some sort of sorceress creature in it's revealing form, drink, party, dance, and wake up in someone else's bed. It was more magical than Christmas.

At least, that's what it would have been like had Lilith not moved to Noctis. She had her party friends back home and a reputation. She knew all the hot spots and regularly visited them. Now she was standing at the entrance of the Trainer Venue that was decked to the nines at a party that was for all ages. Anything that was 'all ages' typically meant nothing over PG level happened. In other words, boring.

The Houndoom Pokemorph stood with her hands pressed against her hips as she took a good look around, her Aron at her side. In the spirit, she was dressed up as a witch. Clearly she had purchased the outfit at a place that sold adult costumes or at least had the term 'sexy' in the title, for the dress itself was revealing. The black sleeves were long, sticking to her skin until reaching her elbow where they grew into wide sleeves. Despite the coverage of her arms, the V-shaped neckline sat low on her chest and the dress stuck close to her form, the lacing along the front being done up tightly, until the dress eventually sprung out into a limp tutu-like ending reaching the middle of her thighs.

Tilting the brim of her large witch hat up slightly, the hat itself adorned with feathers and lace much like her dress, she allowed her red eyes to look about but they immediately found nothing of amusement. That was, until she set her sights on a table reserved for those of age, meaning a liquor table. Perfect.

Polished heels clicking against the floor, Lilith made her way over towards the table, Lamont at her side. He was already an adorable Aron to begin with, but somehow being dressed up as Lilith's kitty cat made him even more precious. Whiskers and a small pink nose were drawn onto the face of his steel and black cat ears were fastened atop of hit head, a matching tail dragging behind him. <Where are the games? I thought you said we would go to the games first!>

"We are. It's called the drinking game. Drink until you can't feel feelings anymore." Lilith retorted as she finally found herself at the liquor table where she was promptly served up something strong. "Just be happy I didn't dress you up as Pinkie Pie like I wanted."

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[boomboy]

Trudge was chatting idly to the young couple about his past experiences as a child and tried as hard as he could to avoid his Military history. Today he wasn't Colonel Trudge Allen, he was just Trudge Allen. Tanking another sip of his drink his eyes wandered around the the various costumes and people at the party. It consisted Largely of Adults as the children were possibly Trick or Treating in the surrounding Neighborhood, terrorizing some poor old Gogo about Sweets. He chuckled at the mere thought, he remembered that he was such a greedy kid on Halloween, often stealing other Children's sweet bags for himself to eat.

That's when his eyes locked with a Houndoom Morph that had just entered the Party and was obviously unimpressed by the people within. It was understandable, he too was once that age and that party driven. But now the more Experienced 45 year old Trudge was slightly different. He hated loud music and preferred more mellow music such as Ne-yo or Beyonce. He still enjoyed a good party though and often got slightly Drunk, but not enough that he would wake up with some ugly ass fat chick on the side of the road. He had one too many experiences where that happened and shuddered at the mere thought.
He noticed that she seemed to be quite lonely and so drank the last of his drink before making his way over to the liquor table.
One Double Bells on the rocks Please.
The barman caught a glimpse of his weapon as so turned a ghostly Pale. Trudge sighed and pulled out his ID.
Colonel Allen, 615^th division. Licensed serviceable weapon.
The barman seemed to relax a bit and bought his drink, though he still eyed him with interest in case he tried something.
It's a pretty decent Party isn't it? I mean it is for All ages so we can't expect too much from Here. Though by looks of it, Napalm seems to be enjoying himself quite a bit.
He lent back slightly on the table, taking another sip of His scotch before he noticed a shooting competition of sorts with Pellet Gun's. And there seemed to be a eighteen year old male who was making a killing off of lost bets. A sinister smile broke on his face.
Excuse me Luv. I got an idiot to deal with.
Taking one last sip of his Scotch he walked towards the male, who was grinning menacingly at all the Dough he was raking in. It looked as if three thousand Credits were in his hand.
I bet you double that amount that I can beat you.
Was his official introduction to the boy who looked up at him with eagerness. Another person to humiliate? Not likely, Trudge humiliated others, not himself.
You're on!
Boasted the male as if he were to win another round of shooting.
Without saying a word he picked up the Pistol and waited to start.
PHWEEEEEET!
Immediately the boy began to shoot, hitting most but missing a few. Trudge however didn't shoot.
With five seconds remaining on the clock he waited.
Whats the matter old man? You Scared?
A small smile appeared on his face with three seconds remaining.
Now.
Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang!
In no less than two seconds he managed to hit every single target near the center..
The boy looked at him in shock with his jaw virtually hanging on the floor.
Be careful who you challenge, for you never know when a Colonel might show up to ruin your day. Keep your money. I don't want it, just be wary of who you challenge next time.
Giving a casual salute he walked back to the bar where a crowd of people parted to look at the strange man. Who the hell was he anyway? The only thing that could be told was that this man had seen a lot of horrible things as evident by his wrinkles around the outer edge of his Aquamarine eyes.

Picking up his drink again he introduced himself as Allen to the Houndoom morph. Extending his hand in greeting before taking another sip of his Scotch. Certainly this man had many interesting tales to tell of extraordinary adventures on the front line.

[Midnight]

<sub>The chilly night air held quite a bite to it; it nipped at the exposed flesh of the young woman's legs, arms, face, and even managed to find it's way to more private areas that the girl's skimpy clothing didn't quite cover. Gooseflesh had erupted all over her skin, and she couldn't help but shiver a little, rubbing her bare arms vigorously to attempt to spark a bit of warmth. She hurriedly approached the trainer venue with her sparkly, glitter-covered kitten in tow, stilettos noisily clicking against the pavement. Axelle was instantly relieved to feel a gush of warm air wash over her, tinting her naturally yellow cheeks a flushed pink. Her chestnut hair, usually adorned with blonde highlights, had been redyed with pink highlights to match her current outfit. She had applied a thin line of mascara and a layer of light pink eyeshadow to her eyes, the electrifying lime contrasting with the more subdued pink of the makeup. She desperately wished that she had brought a jacket for the cold that still clung to her skin. Instead, she had decided to wear a cutesy black corset with pink, lacy trim. It laced up in the front, a small cute bow topping it off. A matching black-and-pink tulle skirt flared about her legs, defying gravity to show them off. The stilettos that she wore added a couple inches to her short stature.

The kitten that was being dragged along behind the girl had a pair of translucent, glittery fairy wings affixed to a harness that the feline had been forced into. The poor creature's fur had been blanketed in the glitter as well, as if her owner had taken a bottle of the stuff and dumped it onto her. A pair of antennae that had been superglued to a headband that perched on her head, bouncing sporadically. Belle felt ridiculous, and probably looked ridiculous, too. For some unknown reason, her trainer had decided that a fairy costume would be perfect for her. "Trust me, everyone will love it," she assured, grinning her devious grin with the harness in her hands. The little Shinx hadn't been convinced, and still wasn't. She padded along behind her trainer anyway, watching the other Pokemon warily. She couldn't help but feel a tinge of jealousy of their costumes as they rowdily played games with each other, some preferring to cheat rather than play fairly. At least they didn't look like someone had bathed them in glitter and attached fake wings and antennae to them. If it weren't for the leash that her owner had attached to her collar before leaving the motel room, she probably would have tried to run, but under the circumstances, she couldn't. Instead, she continued to follow her trainer to the liquor table, something that most of the adults seemed to be attracted to. They gravitated towards it like a moth to the flame, imbibing copious amounts of alcohol and talking loudly with the person nearby. She loyally sat at her trainer's heels and dejectedly watched the other Pokemon play, desperately wishing that she could join their frivolities.

The woman had sidled up onto the side adjacent to Lilith and had begun to serve herself, ignoring the display of masculinity that the male introducing himself to the houndoom morph had shown. She took a delicate sip from the beverage that she had poured herself, nonchalantly eying the voluptuous canine. Had the male not been present, she may have attempted to flirt a little, but since three was considered to be a crowd in this given situation, she decided to drink a little more before attempting anything, slyly surveying the other patrons at the liquor table. Perhaps, in the meantime, she could find someone else to flirt with.</sub>

[Nekayne]

watch your heart when we're together
- - - - -boys like you love me forever

Lamont sat himself down, giving a light sigh of boredom as his trainer preoccupied herself with the contents of the table. He wanted to go play and have fun! Not sit around and drink gross, bitter drinks while everyone else played. His large blue eyes watched as a Charmander dressed as a pirate wandered off towards where other Pokemon were, making pirate sounds as he did so. Maybe Lilith would let him run off too?

Before he could ask, Lamont had looked up to see an older man come near them and immediately ask for something that he had never heard of before. Oh great, they were going to talk, weren't they? That means it would be an even longer time before Lamont could play, much less even ask to leave. He whined, but Lilith didn't seem to notice.

Hearing the order come from beside her, Lilith glanced from the corner of her eye, her glass tilted against her painted lips. He was talking to her, wasn't he? She wasn't nearly plastered enough to feel some sort of weird amusement from it considering she only had just started and wasn't exactly a light weight. She could guess that he must have been a friendly guy considering that he was able to speak without introduction. Not that she cared, nor did she care who this 'Napalm' was that he spoke of.

Before she could even muster some kind of sarcastic retort, the man had declared that he had an 'idiot to deal with' and walked away. With mild, yet unamused curiosity, Lilith turned herself around to watch what he was going to do, her behind slipping onto the corner of the table as she was tall enough to do so.

Oh, so he was a show-off. Lilith gave a slight shake of her head before downing the rest of the alcoholic concoction, setting the glass behind her on the table with a snap of her fingers as an arrogant way to demand more, which the bartender scoffed at. Okay, so the guy could shoot, big deal. She found herself immediately unimpressed, her expression unchanging as he returned to introduce himself.

Lilith took her time in her response, instead taking the glass that was handed back to her without thanks and putting it to her lips, drawing a long sip of it. She lowered the glass before visibly glancing the man over until her red eyes finally met his.

"Do you always show off to try and pick up chicks or am I the exception?" Lilith took a brief look at his extended hand before dismissing it without gesture or word, instead opting to quickly finish off her drink before setting down the glass again with another snap of her fingers, leaving the bartender to mutter derogatory comments about her underneath his breath. She folded her arms across her middle in the same motion that she crossed one ankle over the other. She didn't bother to recite her name and instead just stared at the man as if expecting some sort of response to explain himself.

Spotting the red-head come up near her side to enjoy the contents of the table, Lilith gave her a short glance from the corner of her eye, looking her up and down as she took a mental note of her exposed legs and red hair - two features she happened to like. There was nothing wrong with looking, was there?

Spotting the glitter-covered Shinx attached to a leash of sorts, Lamont happily trotted over to the Shinx, dismissing Lilith since she would most likely not hear him anyways. Maybe the Shinx would want to play with him if she could get released from the leash. Why was she on a leash anyways? Did her wings work and would she actually fly away? He was beginning to wonder.

<Hiya!> Lamont greeted happily, looking girly and foolish as the Shinx did with his cat make-up and fuzzy ears and tail. <I'm Lamont! What's your name? Do you want to play?>

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[boomboy]

With he hand held extended he scrunched it into a fist at her ignorance to general courtesy and basic manners, hell she didn't even say her name. A slight frown developed on his for head at her comment,
"Do you always show off to try and pick up chicks or am I the exception?"
His eyebrow raised at this with a slight element of curiosity before chuckling softly and taking another sip of his scotch.
To answer your question, I don't show off to 'chicks' just to merely impress them and simply get in their pants, I'm too old for that now days. I merely just make sure everyone stays in line with the law. If they stray, I put them back the hard way. You saw what I did, a mere show off that I was better. Out in the field, I would have used a more....... Painful tactic before shipping him off to the nearest Police Station. It's sometimes a difficult job, especially at my age. But There are times when its just the greatest thing in the world. You get to visit places civi's rarely go and you get plenty of life experience. That's what its about honestly.
Swinging the last of his Scotch back he snapped his fingers for the bar man who mumbled something about the military these days and their corruption. He chose to ignore his statement for the time being, he would sort him out later if he needed to.

Then a red haired girl showed up and sat next to Lilith as she ordered her next round.
Then came the over Hyperactive Charmander. His entire body was shaking with that weird twitch in his right eye.
<Arg ye wee silars. It be time to raise thar Main mast and catch ye winds in sarch of thar last Trasure at the bottem of Davy Jones's locker. Are ye in or nay?>
He seemed to have the Pirate accent down pat by now, his sword attached to his stump was covered in what looked like fresh blood, but was actually Tomato sauce as it dirpped onto the tiled floor below.

That's my Starter over there, Napalm. You'll have to forgive him, it seems as as if he has had one too many cokes again. Not that I'm planning to go out here sober anyway. Chuckled Trudge as he swirled the glass in his hand.

<Arg, thy name be Napalm. Whats yers matey? Tell me or I'll have ye walk the plank.> He raised the plastic and harmless sword to eye level of the Aron before saying, <Well are ya coming or not? We got Cokes and lots and Lots of Sugar. Come on if ya don't want to miss out.> He gave a casual swipe in the air, signalling the pair to follow him as he ran back to the Pokeparty.

[RE]

Halloween was a very exciting time for Taro, as cosplaying was her daily routine other than wearing scrubs in her labs at school. She had already done her own halloween themed fashion shoot for her brother's friend's indie magazine show casing varios costumes, A typical Kitty cat, a sexy firefighter, a naughty nurse, a shiny shinx complete with mane, and finally her favoruite of the bunch he favorite videogame character Lilith from darkstalkers.

The wig was a tad frustrating with her dreads but it worked out okay in the end. Receiving her formal invite to the pokemon trainer venue was such a treat for Taro! She had taken her vespa out for a long neede spin and enters it's old traditional doors into the galla.The walls decorated finely and the tables of food called to her. The other costumes of the event varied from scantly cald to tiny adorbly dressed younger folk. She herslef was clad in her videogame character's attire all made by herself. It was little more revealing than planned but it was like an excat replica.

Small pink gargoyle like wings adorned her head where her horns sat, her torso was framed by a armless and legless pinkish red body suit, with a trigalur hole that showcased her dermal pirecing on her sternum. Thinly attached wer her arm bands with soft white fur cuffs covering her elbows. Her legs encased in a almost painted on pair of blue pantyhose with blue bats, and finally another set of lager wings which were suprising light to walk around in were a larger set of the the gargoyle wings like those on her head.

To complete the outfit she had her dreads dyed a light temporary pink to mathc, and saude pink ankle boots. The lure of halloween treats drew her immdeiately to the food tables and she dug in. of course keeping in lady like fahion she made sure to look around and compliment costumes she thought were particulary badassed or freaking mindblowingly adorable.

[cris]

They made an adorable pair. Their costumes had not even been that expensive, which was a good thing: Mickey was not one for arts'ncrafting his own clothes. He was wearing cheap white pants and flip-flops, though he was lacking a shirt. He also had a pair of plastic, feathery wings on his back, big and bright and white. A kind girl over at the PokéCenter had artfully put a few tiger-esque stripes on his bare back and chest, which, admittedly, did not have much to do with his wannabe-angel look, but hey, it looked cool. He was also supposed to have a halo, but when he had tried to put it on, it would insist on keeping at a jaunty, crooked angle, so Mickey had ditched it.

He looked like a randy angel, which... well, was kind of what he was going for.

Joplin, on her end, had a pair of red devil's horns, a plastic trident and a small, black cape, pointy at the edges. It made her look adorably evil, which was a look she exploited to cause some mischief. So far, all she had done was routinely poke her plastic prop at other people's ankles and then look cute and innocent when they angrily turned to scold her, but the night was still young.

She had not been this outgoing at the start of the evening. In fact, she had shaken her head at her Trainer behaving like a tit earlier, raised her eyebrows at the drinks he had been drinking. They all smelled foul. Mickey had noticed the taciturn turn his Pokémon's mood had taken, and had offered her a shot. She had haughtily declined, but then he had called her a coward, a regular yellow-bellied torchic, and well, she had no choice but to drink, had she?

One shot of whiskey in one pint-sized Piplup had some very... interesting results. When Mickey had started humming to the music, Joplin had followed his example, crooning along as well. When Mickey had taken to the dancefloor, Joplin had swayed along behind him. She inexpertly tried to copy Mickey's moves, shimmying and waddling and waving her flippers to the music. To her surprise, she was having fun. She even dared moving away from Mickey, mingling along the crowded dance-floor, twirling along between sneakers and boots. Mickey was tipsy, but he still kept an eye on her, absently wondering how well his Piplup could hold her liquor.

[RE]

As she tasted the finest Halloween treats she could ever eat, of course when she traveled they always offered the most delicious morsels. Seeing a lot he pokemon accompanying their trainers did sadden her because she had yet to visit the lab. They all had complementing costumes, a human as Angel and his Devilishly adorable looking Piplup, a sexy nurse Espeon morph and her purrlion doctor trailing after her.

it was such a sight to see, she couldn't help but oogle over the other female and males as they mingled. The bar seeming to be the most popular amongst the more mature crowd, the costumed also very impressive and cute as well. Taro debated going over to the bar and have a few drinks, it wasn't her forte. so she simply looked at the vast arrays of pokemon, trainers, morphs, costumes it was rather odd her small size didn't allow for any heavy drinking anyhow even if she was a heavy weight.

instead she looked to the dance floor which seemed to be bustling people enjoying themselves, pokemon dancing as well, since music was a big weakness to Taro she gravitated towards the dance floor. the beat was solid up beat yet carried a ghoulishly haunting beat which filled all of Taro's being, and into her core. Music was magic to her and she could help but let her hips move from side to side, her eyes closing really feeling and hearing the music. the costume was a whirl and her feet tapped to the beat her head with it's tiny wings flapped joyously. This was it, the best feeling of partying the music.

bodies touching, as she slowly moved to really take in the beats by the speakers and the DJ that really knew how to use them, his beats and tunes allowing Taro's mind and body such bliss.

[Nekayne]

watch your heart when we're together
- - - - -boys like you love me forever

Lilith raised a finely shaped brow at the man's little blurb on law and putting those that don't abide by it in their proper place. Really now? Lilith was starting to dislike the man more as she herself was the lawless type. What fun was there to rules if you don't push the boundaries and break them once in a while? That's where all the excitement was.

"So you're saying you're dull." Lilith commented as she downed the rest of her own drink. She was starting to conclude that she would not get along with this 'Allen' and frankly, she wasn't hell-bent on trying. She liked to have fun and wasn't about to conform to the wants and beliefs of someone else simply because they hated fun. At least, that's how it was in her eyes. The only thing that she could mentally agree on was his statement about not leaving the Venue sober.

Hearing the pirate talk, Lilith glanced down to notice the Charmander, who Trudge had introduced as Napalm, dressed up as a pirate. Hearing the coke commentary, Lilith began to wonder what Lamont would be like if she spiked him full of liquor and she snickered cruelly at the thought.

Lamont, however, was oblivious to her snickering and instead crossed his eyes to look at the point of the toy sword that was pointed towards him. He shuddered cowardly. <It's Lamont. I don't wanna walk the plank! I'll sink!>

Even though facing the point of the plastic sword, he still couldn't resist the invite to go frolic about and play and whatever this 'coke' was. Before following the pirate Charmander, he looked towards the Shinx. <Are you coming? Do you need to get off that leash? I could try biting it or something...>

Spotting a bare-chested figure, Lilith looked past Trudge and towards the dance floor where she noticed the rather handsome man dressed as an angel. A tiger angel? Didn't matter. Lilith eyed the man, taking in the sights of what she thought was well-deserved eye candy. Her painted lips curled into a devilish smile as she couldn't help but speak lowly to her. "You can take me to heaven any day..."

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[boomboy]

I'm dull? Not likely. Just because my job involves law enforcement doesn't mean that there cannot be any 'fun' involved in the after hours. Why, me and my old squad used to enjoy being lawless. The punishments were severe, yes. But that did not mean we stopped. Hell I remember sneaking out of Basic Training and partying at a club called Axiom on Kanto. We got stone dead drunk and hooked up with these hot chicks. last thing I remember is going over to their place for a little sexy time. I woke up next to this ugly ass fat chick. Never ran so fast before in my life. Better yet I was stark naked when we got to base camp. The punishment was fierce and I got called Derogatory names for the rest of basic Training.
Trudge chuckled loudly as a manly tear of joy formed at the corner of his eye. Wiping it away with a thumb, he continued.

I also remember when we went to Hoenn for several days on leave. We went on a rampage, we got drunk, slept with women whose names I don't even want to remember. Every night was someone new. And each night was better than the last. Even when we went to war the fun didn't stop.
We got one of those Jerry cans for fuel and filled it with alcohol. We got into so much shit but it was all worth it.
His smile faded at the end into somewhat of a sad expression.

And that was effectively the last booze festival we had. Everything beyond that was about the war. I was constantly behind enemy lines sniping enemy officers to try and disorientate the enemy into submission.
He swirled the glass for about two seconds before finishing it off.
With a slight grunt, he undid the cloak lace and let it slide off his shoulders, revealing medium to large arm muscles that were well defined. His pectoral and abdominal muscles pressed slightly against the tightly tucked white long sleeved shirt. The pistol and knife dangled on his belt. They looked like extremely good fakes but were all too real.
sliding a hand over his lips he removed the lipstick and fake teeth, chucking the into a nearby bin. He shook his hair, which settled in a prince of Persia like look. He now looked far more attractive, but it would be up to the Houndoom morph to decide if he was worthy game or not.

[Midnight]

<sub>God, was talking all this stupid bastard ever did? Axelle rolled her eyes at his ridiculous anecdotes, downing a couple more drinks to dull the obnoxious headache that had begun to pulse between her temples. Oh, and apparently he was a male stripper as well. Marvelous. Her eyes shifted to follow the gaze of the promiscuous Houndoom morph's, almost completely ignoring the soldier that rattled on about how much of a macho man he was for all the outlandish activities he did. "He's cute," she said idly, gesturing to the pseudo-angel with peculiar tiger stripes slashing across his back. "Not exactly my type, but definitely cute - and a lot younger than ol' Scarface here."

Her eyes strayed to another figure that was currently thoroughly enjoying the music that pulsated throughout the building. A smirk unraveled across her pretty face. "She's pretty cute too," she remarked, tail twitching slightly. She turned to continue scoping out the crowd, elbows resting against the decorated surface of the bar. A shot of whiskey was in one of her slender hands and she quickly downed that, setting it back onto the bar before approaching the cavorting crowd, weaving throughout the masses of gyrating individuals to reach her current target. She began dancing as well as she drew closer, matching and complementing the other woman's movements.

Abruptly, a gregarious Aron approached her from behind, startling the glitter-laden kitten and causing it to leap several feet in the air, fur bristling. She whipped around to see her would-be assailant, her yellow eyes doubling in size. A thin, narrow ridge had arisen across her spine, and her tail stood erect. Upon realizing that the creature that approached her was friendly, she relaxed. Her ears perked forward and her fur settled across her body, her tail returning to it's normal position. <Hi! I'm Belle!> she chirped, and then glanced up at her owner who was currently ignoring at the request to play. <I don't know if my master would like that...> she said sheepishly, ears drooping.

Then another peculiar, hyperactive Charmander approached them, threatening to make them walk the imaginary plank if they chose not to obey his demands. She couldn't help but stare at the unusual fellow, fur bristling slightly at the sight of his fake toy. Whether it was harmless or not, it put her slightly on edge. The Aron whose named was Lamont, she had learned just before the arrival of the jittery Charmander, glanced back at her before leaving to join the crowd in their frivolities. She glanced uncertainly up at the woman that towered over her, and then back to Lamont. Finally, she said, <Sure, but I don't know if biting it would work...></sub>

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[Xav]

Parties had never really really been Elei's thing. Of course, any sort of forced interaction with people was something he avoided with a vengeance, but when he heard that there was some big costume party thing going on where he could get rare candies, well... How could he stay away? It had been pretty easy to find a cheap hooded robe to throw on for a costume, and with the hood drawn up it was hard to see his bows unless he was face to face with someone. A plastic scythe completed the look and then he only had to worry about Hellas, who wasn't as easy to costume. But a few cans of spray paint had turned him in to a black and white skeleton who happily trotted about after his trainer as he entered the party, robes hiked up in one hand to keep him from tripping over the hem. It had been cheap, but it was a bit longer than he had expected...

Still, that didn't keep him from marching over to get his candy, which was quickly stored away for later as he looked around the room, marching straight towards the food. Socializing just wasn't in his nature, but there was all sorts of sugary treats to occupy himself with until he felt like leaving. He quickly got himself a plate and began loading it up with cupcakes and cookies, turning to locate an empty table as he licked his fingers clean of frosting. Oh, that was /good/...

He made his way to an empty table, sitting down and tipping his hood back to get it out of his way while he ate. As Hellas settled in beside him to wait he set a cupcake down for the Aron to enjoy, taking a bite out of one of his own with a satisfied little sigh. He had missed freshly baked cupcakes, he'd have to cram himself full of sugary goods and then crash somewhere for the night.

[cris]

Mickey was aware of the pretty people around him, but they were on the dance-floor too, mingling and dancing. He felt connected to them. A vampire chatting up a wicked witch, a beautiful red-head striding across the floor as if she owned the place, a sexy nurse, a sexy... something with pink wings. Some costumes were not as easily identifiable, but hey. As long as you looked good and moved like Jagger, what's the haps, yeah? It meant they were all the alike, part of the same flow, the same beat, the same party.

There was an odd one out, though. See, the kids went for the candy and the adults for the booze and the dance-floor. It was a neat division, and it helped Mickey figure out who to coo over and who to ogle at. But then there was a slight figure, dressed in a black robe, only revealing a pretty, gaunt, androgynous face. Mickey stared for a moment, observing as the girl, having hiked her robes up, went for the candy-table instead of the bar. She looked young, but not too young: there was something... older in the way she moved. Mickey immediately took a liking to her, because she was different.

When she took her hood down and Mickey saw her pixie cut, her bow ties, he decided to go and buy her a drink. Abandoning Joplin on the dance floor -- she was happily off in her own universe anyway, twirling round and round and getting dangerously close to ramming into a leashed Shinx -- Mickey sat down next to the pretty girl. He gave her a charming, somewhat goofy smile and offered her a high ball filled with amber liquid: bourbon on the rocks. A sweet-bitter drink with a bite.

"Hey there, love," he said, his voice growly. "You fancy a drink? 's pretty good stuff, let me tell ya."