Everything was going well until Grant dodged one of Jaakuna's arms, only to get hit anyway. What? He looked and saw he had gotten hit by a bottle. Not just any bottle. THE bottle. As in the bottle of stuff that had Jaakuna completely shitfaced. "[b]Uh.[/b]" His rational side was telling him that he needed to somehow confiscate that bottle before Jaakuna died of alcohol poisoning, but his now rather aggressive drunk side was telling him he needed to focus on his woman in front of him. His rational side was also somehow managing to hold back his horny side. Mentally, anyway. "[b]Uh.[/b]" Wow he was very much conflicted right now. Damn it. Maybe Coconut Feni was not such a good idea after all. Was he going to get blamed for this? Probably. In which case he should probably enjoy himself while he could.

"[b]I wish we could record this.[/b]" A very comfortably buzzed Nadeline told Wesley, humming lightly, as she laced her fingers between his.

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Francis was good. Shion quirked an eyebrow at him, copying him and also taking some champagne. He wanted to know more about her--and not the assassin. That was definitely a first, so to speak. "[b]Considering my job is my life, that is a very difficult question to answer.[/b]" She told him rather honestly. "[b]What exactly do you want to know?[/b]"

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"[b]Not them. Mine.[/b]" Meli very adamantly corrected him, hooking her arm with his. "[b]And you're mine.[/b]" She stated, as if she needed to remind him. As the two approached the nightclub, she noticed how there were a lot of people waiting to get in. "[b]Well fuck that line.[/b]" She stated, leading Michel to the front. As the bouncer held a hand up to stop them, Meli took one look at the bouncer and smacked his arm away, walking in. "[b]Like I'm gonna fucking wait. Please.[/b]"