[i]"You're impossible to keep up with."[/i]

This brought a hearty laugh from the reptile, who maintained his lead in sheer volume of beverage consumed over his competitor throughout the game even if he easily lost the match itself. While neither were particularly [i]good[/i] at cup-pong, Henry was [i]bad[/i] at cup pong and it showed as Elle maintained her lead throughout the game. It was a long one, with Henry eventually conceding his loss after his fifth missed throw in a row with Elle three in the lead. She was [i]beaming[/i] and it was everything he wanted.

It had never been about winning, after all.

He was content to share in her victory, though. A part of him thought of lifting Elle onto a shoulder, but he also didn't know quite how much leeway he had with Chad's roof and wasn't looking to send her head through the ceiling on accident. Instead, he dropped his hand to the cooler and searched for something in particular. Upon finding it he moved over to her side of the table and lowered a fist for her to fist bump. Maybe it was the amount of drink he'd had in a short period of time that had taken the edge off in combination with the thought that she was probably a good deal drunk herself, maybe it was Evelyn's aura affecting him even when he didn't know about it, but he was feeling pretty brazen. More so than usual, at least. Time for his final trick.

As she reached out to fist bump him, he turned his hand over before she could meet his scales, revealing a red Smirnoff Ice. His hands were large enough to conceal an entire bottle. [b]"Congratulations cutie, you're cold as [i]ice[/i]."[/b][hr]

Dexter watched Mateo wobble away and sighed. He'd probably forget that even happened, and now he had a stain on his pants that he'd have to explain to mom, but overall it was a wash. Which was actually one of the better outcomes given the situation. He'd rather Mateo flail a bit and be mostly okay over get pissed and start swinging.

He hears some commotion from the game room and decides that kitchens are for losers anyways. Dexter takes a step to move forward and as always it feels like an eternity getting there even if it takes him a second. He cuts like water through the crowd, moving no more than a walking pace yet avoiding any spilling drinks or waving limbs. He sees them coming after all. He [i]always[/i] sees them coming, at least if he can see them. Said reminder delivering itself to him as someone he had previously walked past accidentally hip checked him as he slid onto the couch. He managed to right himself just in time to avoid spilling his bottle on Willow, of whom he basically had just fallen all over, but she'd probably laugh it off. Hopefully.

"Shit, sorry Wil." he said offhandedly as he secure the bottle, trying to ensure that wouldnt happen again. He was pleased she actually showed up- generally this sort of place wasn't much of her scene, but after the golem's defeat, perhaps she too had decided it was time for a little celebration after his invite. Then it clicked. She [i]had[/i] been one that street. He had seen her while running. He had seen her go underground, and the golem was attached to the earth. He sorted himself and turned to her, playing with his drink to busy his hands- he'd always had a bit too much energy. "Hey uh, did you see anything while you were down there? On Friday?"