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Cade took a couple steps toward the couch, a small snicker leaving him as he leaned against the arm of the couch. Reaching out, his fingers just barely grazed their temple. "Oh I highly doubt that, though if saying so helps you sleep at night, you may continue to deny your desires. I'm sure when you let me," he paused, leaning down so that his lips brushed against her ear. "You'll be begging for seconds," he murmured. "Perhaps I was eager to pay a visit to my loving twin?" Cade remarked, making himself comfortable.

Rhiannon forced herself not to move away; she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing that he was getting to her. "Hear me now, Obisidian," she hissed, her fingers itching to swat his face away from her own. "I will never, ever fuck you." She scoffed, "Don't even try that. What are you doing here?"

"Hey, we both know I can be mature," He teased back, desperately wanting to ease the tension between the two of them. He hated how things were now. "I'm... doing okay. I have Kai back, so that's what matters," He admitted, scratching the back of his neck. "And you? How are you doing?"

Her heart gave a desperate little pang when he tried to tease her like he used to-- she wanted that back, she craved the feeling it used to give her, that lovesick haze. But then he went on and all of the residual yearning burned. She scoffed, a quiet, under-the-breath sort of scoff. "Of course. That's all that matters," her words laced in bitterness. "I'm fine. Actually, I'm really, really great now. I have everything that I could possibly want."

Though he had been the one to seek her out, having her so close, her smell wrapping around him and drowning him in it-- he felt something within him (heart? stomach?) jump and a surge of nerves overwhelm him. But that was ridiculous. This was Adriana and he wasn't some pup. "Have you ah...danced with anyone yet tonight?" he asked, hoping beyond hope that she didn't hear the halt in his voice or noted the way that his throat must have bobbed as he asked.

Stepping into the kitchen, Silas' eyes instantly furrowed, his look of disgust doubling at the site of the food choice. What an atrocious palate, too, he thought. "My sister has always been known for her charity work, didn't expect for it to extend to....your type, but there's a reason she's the likable one." Silas couldn't help but slip out, making his way across the room to the wine rack and pulling down one of his preferred to pour himself a glass. He'd need it to behave around a werewolf. "Lazarus would have you killed on the spot, so tell me, why should I refrain?"

He should have bristled at the insult-- but in his heart, Asterion knew that he was just Adriana's charity case. Why else would she possibly be helping him when everyone else had forsaken him? "I'm a lot more useful alive. That's why your sister has allowed me to stay, I'm sure," he shrugged. It was the only reason he could think of to why he was still alive and comfortable with the vampire.

Had it been a few months ago, their response might've been different but now that they've found themselves building a new name and family for themselves, it was different. "Though tempting as that sounds, I have a reputation to uphold here and I'd hate to disrupt the peace in a place I care about," Essie admitted with a small shrug, though she'd definitely thought about that and worse before, she knew it wasn't the answer. "I have bigger fish to reserve that energy for, so, what do you say? I'd say winner buys drinks, but I think it's only fair you pick up the tab."

It was oddly reassuring to hear that she wasn't actively seeking a way to stab him or otherwise cause him the same pain he no doubt caused her. Still edging along the wary side, Asterion picked up his own cue. "I'll play," he agreed, pausing only momentarily before continuing, "And buy. Of course." He eyed the pool table, glancing up at Essie after a second. "What bigger fish are you focusing on?"

"Oh please, he's just a baby," She cooed, the amusement clear in her tone and features. "How many times have I told you to call me Addie? You know I hate my full name," The woman pouted, before leaning against the door frame. "Going to bed? I'd hope you'd join me for a drink."

Asterion scoffed, unable to help himself and unwilling to try-- Addie knew him well enough that he didn't need to try to hide it away. "He is not a baby," he argued, crossing his arms over his chest as he eyed her. "I'll call you Addie as soon as you start to wrangle your beast." Though he would miss the soft purr of the name. "I suppose I could stay up for a drink. It's been a long day."

"My eyeliner smudged, Dory, have you not been listening to a word I've been saying?" Mars waved their hands dramatically, "Well yes, but I need to stay flawless, babes, or what's the point? You can make goo goo eyes at our bandmate later."

"I was listening!" they tried to defend, retreating back now fully into the bathroom to be with Mars. "I wasn't making goo goo eyes," he muttered, just repeating the words leaving a sour taste in his mouth. "Essie's just...off. That's all."

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Dorian had stood on the outskirts of the event, watching it all happen around him before the other spoke up. "Probably just to enjoy the drama of it all," he suggested, gaze locked on a single figure out on the floor before dragging his gaze back to his new companion. "Perhaps the organizers are a new sort of vampire. Feeding on all the tears, fears, and hormones," they tried to joke.