[img=http://i.imgur.com/t9SKBzc.png] [b][u]Aliquam: Tobias' Gala - Bar[/b][/u] Amy brought the mug to her lips again once Moira did, though she let out a fit of coughs before she could finish chugging the thing through. And then she shifted her head too quickly. Oh. Oh gods, this was stronger than she thought. She was close to telling the others half the pint would be a good start so they could at least be sober enough to taste the aristocracy - but by the time she finished her round of hacks, everyone had downed their vodkas at once. Even Dylan had joined in. Amy finished her drink in giant, unladylike gulps, then laughed aloud. Once again the gyrating bartender performed his little dance - this time with one hand doing all the shaking, and the other neatly serving 12 shots to the four guilders. "This one is the Mademoiselle, and the Senpai, and the Sugar Honey Iced Tea... I can assure you, it tastes absolutely nothing like what its name suggests." He named the drinks as he poured them one by one, though at a diligent pace. Amy stifled her laughter at the names, but at least they smelled... divine. While the first was a shade of white, the others were red. This would be good. Seeing as Amy finished last place during the vodka round, she snatched up her shots one by one immediately after the bartender filled her glasses, and finished all three shots before he even reached Dylan's third shot. Her visage still held onto that mischievous smile, the same as Trixie's but red with lipgloss. It was only a matter of time before that smeared right off. "Hahahaaa. This is some good shit. You guys think we could take some home? I've still got a bottle saved from Los Paraisos actually. Hey, bartender! Care to deliver round two?" --- [img=http://i.imgur.com/dO6vRyy.png] [b][u]Aliquam: Tobias' Gala - Second Floor[/b][/u] "Ooh! Dancing! I know how to dance!" Trixie giggled. She totally did not though. Still, to prove her point, she tugged at Xandra's non-metallic hand and held it over her head. "See, look!" Keeping her fingers light within Xandra's own, Trixie did a rather graceful twirl beneath it, before spinning in front of Xandra and holding onto both of her hands. The metallic one felt a little awkward to grasp, but Trixie paid it no mind. "Hehe... I learned that one a long time ago." She released her hold on Xandra and looked to Dalia. "Marcus likes to be alone a lot. It's kinda weird. Sometimes we find him doing things that don't seem like things he would--" she gasped loudly and reached for both of Estelle's hands this time. "WHAT IF HE'S DANCING. What if, what if he like, is actually really into dancing but didn't tell us cuz he thinks we don't think it's cool and he went down there and is [i]dancing with some random girl right this minute??"[/i] --- [img=http://i.imgur.com/cfQzJva.png] [b][u]Aliquam: Tobias' Gala - Second Floor (Recreation Room)[/b][/u] Angel motioned to the chair across Sebastian with a laugh. Then he placed one of those fancy chip holders in front of it, complete with a decent wealth of chips. "Atta'boy! And don't worry about cash. It's no fun to win money out of people who don't have much to begin with. Besides, you're a guest! Go on, grab a seat and--oh, what, Sebastian? Yeah, he's my gaming buddy. Pisses Rose off sometimes but hey ho, what do ya know." He narrowed his eyes, though his tone was still as lighthearted as before. "You don't have a problem with this, do you?" "Oh, Angél! My one and only!" a young woman squealed from outside the double doors. She donned a silky pink and white dress with a train much too long to be safe. Picking up her dress' layers in a bunch, she hobbled over to the desk and sat herself in the seat across him. Her dress practically ate up the chair however, and it looked like she was simply squatting before the table. Angel pinched the bridge of his nose. "Hi Hannah." He leaned over to Marcus and whispered. "That chick's got a thing for guys who can gamble. She's a bit of a freak though. Don't let yourself get caught unawa--" "You!" The young woman gasped unnecessarily loudly, cutting off Angel's warning. She thrust a polished finger at Marcus. "You! It's you again! You were--that guy at Los-- Los-- Los--" "Hannah cutie, please, you do this every time I host a game... pointing at people and calling them things. Be nice today." He extended his hands, cracking his knuckles before collecting the stacked cards along the table. "Anyway! Poker. You up for it, Marcus?" Angel laughed again. "Hannah, you know the deal." He reached out a single hand, where the lady immediately slammed her cash into his palm (in a poor excuse to touch Angel's hand), before receiving her own thing of chips. Outside the room, a couple of bystanders peered in, muttering to themselves. Lines like "Isn't this prohibited?" and "Yeah, but come on. We're at a party." and "Yeah, lighten up." and "Wow, that white-haired guy's kinda hot." and "Wait, who, the horse?" and "No, that one guy over there. He's kinda hot." and "Really, Steve?" and "I didn't think you were into dinky glasses!" and "Oh my GODS ARE THEY GAMBLING? THAT'S ILLEGAL." That last voice was quickly hushed into another room and locked in, though.