Carmilla vaguely noticed herself feeling a little buzzed, but was too focused on not murdering half the people in the room to really care about watching her limits. She was caught in a situation where any response would be the wrong one. Her grip tightened around her wine glass. It didn’t shatter, but a few cracks appeared at her fingertips and began to slowly spread along the surface. 

Carmilla, not wanting to draw any further attention to herself, downed the rest of her drink and put the glass down behind her where the others couldn’t immediately see the damage she had done. If anyone noticed the cracks later, she could feign ignorance and insinuate they had already been there; all of the dishes belonging to the trio were in some damaged state anyway, so it wouldn’t be too unbelievable.

The burn of the vodquila-tainted wine and act of hiding the glass distracted the vampiress long enough to bring her rage back into check. At least enough to not attack the tricksters on their own turf, anyway. She still remembered the incident with the fucking bear tazer. There was [i]no[/i] level of drunkenness that would drive her to risk another experience with [i]that[/i].

Agatha looked at Chad with a grimace of disgust. She glanced at Barrel, thankful her boyfriend was completely beyond such gross ideas. She remembered the flowers he had left for her after their first date. Ethereal remnants of their lovely gray petals seemed to fall around her as she envisioned the two of them holding hands and walking towards the moonset. She hummed quietly as she basked in the image, already forgetting the blond boy’s existence for a moment.

Lilith turned Lock’s head toward her own and gave him a passionate kiss. It lasted several seconds longer than humans would be able to go without stopping for a breath. Then she turned slowly to Chad, running her tongue over her fangs as she smiled. “Darling, you have [i]nothing[/i] to teach him. You could barely [i]hope[/i] to match him if you practiced for another hundred years.”

She pulled her tongue back in to bare her fangs properly at him. “As to a [i]twin sandwich[/i], the only way that might [i]ever[/i] happen is if we decided to drain your probably alcoholic blood together. Otherwise, we have no interest in acting carnally in each other’s presence.”

That last part wasn’t entirely accurate. There had been plenty of occasions where one of the twins -- usually Lillith herself, if she was being honest -- was fully prepared to start bumping headstones in their shared bedroom, and the only reason the other sister wasn’t “in their presence” was that she saw the bra go flying and [i]left[/i]. Still, there was absolutely no harm in making sure Chad didn’t have anything to take as an invitation to watch.

Not that it really mattered. He didn’t register a word that came out of her mouth after seeing her make out with Lock. His eyes were glazed over a little bit as he grinned and muttered, “[i]Hot[/i]...”

Carver cackled along with everyone else, holding back the greater volume of her glee to avoid letting on to the others that there was more to the current situation than a bit of sniping. After the group’s laughter died down, he toasted Barrel with his popcorn and shot a wink at Agatha with his right eye.

The motion brought the young witch out of her reverie. [i]Right! The Plan![/i] she thought. It was her turn next!

Agatha reached for the bottle to take her turn, spinning it a little too enthusiastically. She tried to force herself to appear calmer as the bottle spinned. Should she act surprised when it landed on Barrel? Or would he find [i]that[/i] to be too non-subtle? Should she get up to kiss him, or wait for him to come to her? Did the rules specify? Did etiquette have a say in situations like this? She squirmed in her seat, planning her course of action for when it stopped.

After a torturously long few seconds, the bottle slowed enough for the players to start making guesses on where it might stop. It passed Barrel four clear times, each time so much slower than the last. Agatha let out a tiny squeal at the fifth rotation, where it creeped toward him -- only to somehow manage to pass the larger brother and stop on Lock.

Agatha stared at the bottle, aghast, dismayed, deflated, and just downright disappointed. Could it be possible she had been wrong? Had she been misreading the signals between Barrel and Carver?

Carver’s front mouth widened.

[i]No! Of course[/i]! Agatha realized. It simply wouldn’t be [i]subtle[/i] if she landed on him in the first round! She quickly recovered her mirth and cheerfully moved to refill her -- and Carmilla’s -- drinks, momentarily forgetting that the bottle had still landed on [i]someone[/i].