Can this bottle have rum in it?

[Rhi-Rhi]

"Guess which half you're in, bitch," Gabriel shot back at Sade with a cheerfully fake grin, right as Bart gave the bottle a spin. Acting fast, he levitated his beer can and snatched it out of the air, feigned a sip--and was relieved when the bottle landed on Nephele.

Saved again.

Except now Llyn was sitting next to him. Shooting the man an uneasy look, he scooted sideways a little, just enough so he wasn't rubbing shoulders with him. The guy wasn't a Raley, Sabela, or Cross, but he unnerved the shit out of him, anyway.

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Noticing Christian winking at him--looked like luck had run out--he flushed and looked away, focusing on Bart.

"Yer sure popular tonight," he said, attempting conversation.

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Sighting Rhosyn, Keziah looked at the others, then shrugged and rose from her seat. "You can take mine," she said, and walked over to settle down in front of Sabela's seat. "If you'll bring me a cookie on your way over," she added, winking her one eye. Or maybe she was just blinking. It was a little hard to tell sometimes.

[Anonymous]

Ah shoot.

 He was late. However, Bunny was not exactly known for his punctuality. It seemed to go against his very nature. Gods forbid he was ever waiting for something to start or someone to show up. Either, he was exactly on time to the second, or more commonly, and easily, he found his place in time where all the fun had ended. And his dragon was no help, not in the least. Athena would purposefully give him the wrong time, just to see him squirm trying to make up an excuse and what he could get away with. She found it amusing.

But Bunny had a good reason for his mess up! It had been one of the few days he had off and naturally, he spent it with his daughters. They had been building a pillow fort in the living room, or rather a pillow castle with a drawbridge and everything, and he simply forgot. His oh-so-helpful-dragon reminded him belatedly.

"You should have brought something to make up for it." He heard her speak in his mind as he wheeled himself and his wheelchair through the accessible ramps heading to Pilot Hamilton's place.

"Like what? One of Kinsey's macaroni collages?" He said back and caught sight of two other Pilots, err, one Pilot and a Candidate. He wasn't expecting a Candidate. It made him feel a little better being late, if those two were.

"It would have been creative." She said. Now he was wishing he had.

As Bunny came closer to the apartment he could practically see the tension radiating off the walls, streaming out from the open door which he entered, following behind the two others and the floating cookies(which smelt delicious). He didn't need to be an Empath to see the I'm-going-to-tear-your-throat-out-atmosphere, or feel it to be exact. But it helped. In a bad way.

He had been hoping just to slide on into the room, however, it was a good deal crowded which left him to try and strategically place himself near one of the couch ends without getting stuck behind it.

[shinigamikitsune]

The kiss wasn't that bad. Short and sweet and to the point. Nephele paused to take a sip of his drink before using his telekinesis to move the bottle close enough to him that he could lean over to give it a good sip.

It spun around a few times before it stopped and pointed to Llyn.

[Anonymous]

"Good evening, Gabriel," Llyn said, a particularly humored grin on his face tonight. "Long time no see." He reveled in the blond Pilot's discomfort, holding his gaze until he was distracted by a jab in the ribs and a finger pointing at the bottle. It was indeed pointed right at him, and everyone had their eyes on Nephele.

"Hmm. Trying to remember whether I've ever kissed a centaur before." He found Nephele interesting; the man's hair--not too different from his own--only served to make him look more like a wild horse, and his kind (well-trained) brown eyes... Llyn wished he could fake eyes like that.

He set his drink on the floor and entered the circle on his hands and knees, giving Nephele a come-hither grin. "First time for everything, isn't there?"

[Anonymous]

When Llyn joined them, Alaric glanced over, and gave him a small smile, "Uh, hey." He still felt on edge thanks to Raley and the other Pilot was, well, nice and all, but there was just something down right creepy.

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Bart gave the centaur a grin, trying to get past all the anger that Raley tended to invoke in him. He just needed to relax. The kid was a shit, but there was no reason to let things get out of hand.

He lifted a glass at Shiloh, "How's that work? Can't get a date ta save my life, now people can't stop kissin' me."

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When Bunny entered, Malachi waved, brightening at the sight of his old mentor. And he was very, very glad he was late. The last thing he wanted was Bunny there to witness him straddling Raley and shoving his tongue down his throat.

"Hey, you are late! Want my seat?" He stood, offering the spot to the other Pilot.

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When he saw the look that Llyn was giving him, he felt his face heat up just a little bit. "Uh yeah.... I don't suppose you want to come all the way over to me. After all, it's not as though I'm the most delicate breed," he said softly. In fact, he was probably one of the largest and heaviest breeds that still existed.

[Anonymous]

It didn't matter where he was, he supposed, Bunny was feeling the tension beating down on him. This was the part were wished that his telepathy was strong enough to shield out heavy doses of emotion; the kind that no one cared to keep under wraps themselves. He couldn't turn off his Empath abilities, neither. But, like a good Pilot, he had an anchor and wouldn't lose himself easily in the mix. That would be amateurish.

He heard Malachi's voice, though it took a second to spot his former candidate, until he stood up and offered his seat. A smile quickly appeared, lighting up Bunny's face. He waved wide and excitedly. "No, no! I'm all right." He pointed to his wheelchair. "Kind of a handy thing."

Bunny noticed belatedly that his gesture, the wide wave that shouldn't be used in close quarters, nearly hit one of the Pilots sitting close to him. Or it did hit them. He didn't know. "Whoa, sorry!"

[Anonymous]

"It would be my pleasure," Llyn replied to the centaur. "Wouldn't want to trample any cocktails." The thin Pilot was always quite in his element, creeping everyone out. He'd only enjoy himself more--albeit less responsibly--as the alcohol accumulated in his bloodstream.

His lips pressed roughly but chastely to Nephele's. Better that he not start nicking people with his teeth until they started not caring about things like that. Besides, the last time he'd had horsemeat, it hadn't agreed with him.

He bowed low to scoop up his drink on the way back to his seat, shooting Alaric a smirk. "Evening..." Malachi's movement caught his eye, however, and he found himself subtly recalculating his own seat position so to stay across the room from Bunny. Much as he enjoyed making people squirm, the squirming the Empath did when he was around was a little too conspicuous.

[Anonymous]

Malachi gave a small laugh, "Right, right. Sorry Bun. Wasn't thinking."

He took his seat again, then gave Llyn a puzzled look, "You have to spin now."

[Tally]

Blaine started and turned around.  This was already getting out of hand.  He was doing a poor job of seeming like his normal self.  "Yeah.  Fine.  Just...not thrilled with the game is all."

[Anonymous]

Standing again, Bart headed into the kitchen, a little concerned about Blaine. He seemed really bothered by something and Bart was starting to wonder if he needed to punch someone else besides Raley tonight.

Leaning against the counter, he studied the blond, "You okay? Ya need ta go? I'll work somethin' out with Nuriel if yer...uh...sick or somethin'."

[Anonymous]

"Right, but now I can't be assed to get up," Llyn replied, sipping his drink. He gave the bottle a telekinetic twist, and watched impassively as it spun down. When it stopped, it was pointing at Keziah.

Llyn waved at her. "Hey, sexy. Let me kiss your eye-socket instead?" He smirked and leaned towards her, flipping his hair over one shoulder.

[Rhi-Rhi]

Keziah gave a surprised laugh, glanced around the room, and then gave a light, casual shrug. "Well, since ya called me sexy..." she said, and flipped her eye-patch up, baring her empty socket. Hey, you only lived once, so why not? Besides, between the alcohol and just knowing it would elicit a reaction, she was all for it.

"Lay it on me, big boy."

[Anonymous]

"Hope I'm not alcoholic enough to sting." Llyn grinned and moved in close, and teased Keziah's eyelid with his tongue, gently French-kissing her eye-socket, lapping up the disgusted groans and semi-ironic cheers the action elicited from anyone paying attention like an actor on stage.

"Thank hell you don't put mascara on that one too," Llyn joked, moving back to his seat. "That would have been icky."

[Rhi-Rhi]

Gabriel recoiled in horror--but couldn't quite look away, even though he wanted to gag. It was like a train wreck. Full to the brim of do not want, EVER, but the morbid fascination held him captive so he couldn't stop watching.

"Llyn! What the hell?!"

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Out of alcohol, and deciding he needed more while that was going on, Shiloh pushed up off the couch and, wobbling slightly (he'd been pretty buzzed before he'd even gotten to the apartment) he headed over to Sabela, leaning heavily on the arm of her seat.

"Hey," he said. "How strong's yer wine?"

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So, when Llyn said kiss her socket, Keziah had been picturing, say, a peck. What she hadn't been imagining was for him to stick his tongue in it. That...now that was definitely one of those experiences she could say 'yep, did it once, never again' to.

But for the sake of the spectacle, she bit back her groan, tried not to squirm from how fuckin' weird that felt, and laughed at the horrified reactions as she drew away. "My, my. That was...exciting," she said, and rubbed at her eye. Yuck. "You sure know how to show a lady a good time."

Flipping her eye-patch back down, she reached for the bottle and gave it a quick spin. After several rotations, it came to a shaky stop on Bunny.

"Hey, there," she said, and because he couldn't exactly come to her, she went to him--and settled herself in his lap. "Don't worry, I won't make you kiss my eye."

[shinigamikitsune]

For the seductive way that Llyn had approached him, Nephele was surprised with how conservative the kiss was. The man didn't seem too bad... that was until he french kissed Keziah's eye socket. At that moment he was thankful that he'd kissed the man first, and he took a deeper sip of his drink.

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Dante was sitting there, just watching and observing for the time being. It just seemed that more and more people kept coming into the room. Even though he had grown up in the citadel most of his life, he really didn't know too many of the others here. Smash had pretty much forced him into these showy clothes and dragged him here, and now his 'twin' was in the kitchen, probably trying to secure a bed warmer for the night.

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Smash frowned a little when he heard that, since the game was suppose to be fun. No doubt it had something to do with why Christian had pulled Blaine off with him. He was about to say something when Bart came in to check on Blaine as well. Maybe he could work with this.

"I could always go with him to make sure that he arrived back at his place alright, and keep an eye on him... just in case," Smash suggested. It wasn't meant to get into Blaine's pants, but because he was the kind of person who was concerned about others.

"After all, I know better then most how bad the after effects of a vision can be, even just a minor one."

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~~~Authorized Time Skip~~~

The game had been going on for a little bit now. Blaine had taken the chance to escape that Bart had offered him, and Smash Cat went to escort the other precog back to his room... at least that was the theory.

Nephele had settled into things nicely. He'd even offered to allow people to sit on his back, since it was broad enough for at least two or three people to sit on his comfortably.

Trance had managed to find a lap to curl up in. He really was like a cat when it came down to things, though one of the rare ones that actually liked to be affectionate. (This means that you can claim him to be in your character's lap if you'd like.)

T'liika had been flirting with Alaric a little bit off and on, though generally he was his normal friendly self. He really hadn't been drinking all that much, figuring that there was more then enough other people who were trying to become as drunk as they could.

Dante had managed to avoid having the bottle land on him so far. At this point he was coming out of the kitchen with a glass of wine. It was more suited to his tastes then the first drink that Smash had given him in the evening.

Callista was taking her turn to spin the bottle now. She'd known that Gabe and the others had been cheating now and then, but had said nothing about it. Though they'd been becoming a little more bold about it, and pushing the limits of how often the could cheat. As the bottle was starting to come to a stop, there was something knocked over as a distraction, and the bottle was knocked to keep spinning a little longer.

It came to a stop on Callista's son Dante, who had just come back from the kitchen. She hadn't blown the whistle on the cheating party, since it really hadn't done any harm, but this was crossing the line.

"Okay, this cheating has gone on long enough," she declared, giving each of the guilty party a hard glare. "Gabe, get your ass over there and kiss my son for me. At least 30 seconds, with tongue, and it had better be a damned good kiss." The tone of her voice left no room for arguments. "Also, if you guys cheat one more time, I'll make sure the lot of you are assigned to Infirmary detail for the next month."

[Anonymous]

Bart was finally starting to relax a little, getting over Raley's irritating little comments earlier. The several beers he had in him were helping as well. He had his hand on Shiloh's foot, the younger Pilot's legs still stretched over his lap, absently moving Shiloh's foot left to right.

Roman was cheating, that he had already picked up. And he couldn't believe he hadn't thought of that. The subtly of it was brilliant, and the little movements and nudges from Alaric and Gabe were a great cover. He would never have noticed if he hadn't known Roman so well.

Sabela was well into her bottle, phone in hand and wishing she could be somewhere else. This game should have been a fucking party, but everyone was acting like the end of the world. Making out with Keziah had been fun, though a little gross after the other woman had let Llyn molest her eye socket. Ugh.

She glanced over at Cross, "How long do you think we'll be stuck here and wanna go do something actually fun when this is over?"

Malachi was still chatting with Raley, trying to keep him happy and distracted so he wouldn't keep putting his foot in his mouth. It was just easier for everyone when Raley wasn't being a tool. Though, Malachi didn't really think he was all that bad.

Christian was relaxed and feeling pretty okay, though his eyes kept following Blaine. It amused him that the long haired freak Pilot thought he could sniff around Christian's leftovers. After the little freakout Blaine had, the blond wasn't going to be cuddling up to anyone.

Alaric had just been starting to think they were going to get away with it when Callista spoke up, informing the room that Gabe had to kiss Dante. And with tongue. He knew his friend well and jerked to his feet, not wanting to have to kiss anyone either, but wanting Gabe to have to less, "Whoa, no! It wasn't Gabe that was cheating. It was me. I cheated, so I'll kiss Dante."

[Tally]

Whatever amusement might have been had from this evening had long since run it's course for Cross.  It had been fun, but the game was starting to drag.  No more funny stuff was happening, and he couldn't give less of a shit about Roman and whoever cheating.

"We should get Malachi and Raley, too," he said.  "Go make our own party."

Roman sat back and projected nonchalance and disdain.  He figured they'd catch him eventually if he kept it up.  Got too bold, he did.  He should have cut it off sooner, or let
the bottle land on him a couple of times and they might not have caught on.  Still, it boosted his ego that he kept it hidden from all of them for as long as he did.

While Alaric and Callista exchanged words, he lightly ran his knuckles down the back of Gabriel's neck to get his attention.  "Sorry."

He hadn't been able to keep them out of the game entirely, but no way would he let them incriminate themselves in this.  That was a punk move.   No one here could prove they'd been helping him out.

"Alaric, sit down and stop insulting me.  I didn't need either of these two to pull off something that simple."

No one was getting the chance to argue the point.  He got up and pulled Dante to him, wrapping an arm around the other Pilot's waist.  He didn't kiss him as long as Callista would have liked—which was freakin' weird of her to say of her own son anyway—and he wasn't going to stick his tongue down the kid's throat either, but he made it a decent kiss, one that should satisfy everyone and let them move on.

[Anonymous]

"Okay, first off, that's fucking gross Starling. Who wants to watch their own kid makeout with people? I don't even want to know what family night looks like at that place. It totally ruined my lady boner about getting to watch Roman kiss someone." Sabela pouted, curled up against Cross on the couch.

"I vote Roman rekisses! Someone not totally skeeve-tastic. Because incest is gross."

She tilted her head back to look at Cross, "Whoa...are there really that few fun Pilots? How sad is that?"

"I vote he's got ta kiss Gabe. See cuz, you can't say I never did anything for you. Now go make out with him. And while you're family, I fully embrace my pervert nature and plan on watching." Christian grinned, lifting his glass.

Alaric sat down, flushed and feeling stupid and totally relieved and so grateful to Roman. He was going to make that man meals for a month. Anything he wanted. Alaric did not want to kiss anyone here.