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On his break, warm breath in the cold air mixed with smoke to form a cloud that lingered over his head, only expanding as he let out another tired sigh.  Ever since the invites went out, Egan was both looking forward and dreading just how busy work was about to be.  Looking forward to the money, dreading the need to always be ‘on’; doing, listening, and comforting his clients.  Not to mention the full moon he’d be forced to deal with in just a couple of hours.  He noticed a figure lingering on the outskirts of his vision, and never knowing who could be a client, he spoke up.  

“I’d offer,” he started, motioning to the slimly rolled joint in his hand “--but no offense I think I need it more than you.”

Being rushed back into safety hadn’t bothered her as much as the noise had. Her and Alden had found a quiet space to themselves to hide out. She was missing her children more ever now. It was because of the fear and she knew it. She would have been pacing but instead she stood near the window chewing her lip. “How long do you think they’ll want us here after this? I’m sure the girls have been missing us more than we realize.” Even though in reality it was all her.

“Hey you!  You busy?.” She called out as she strode up, head tilted as she looked them up and down, analyzing.  “You seem quiet, and fast, like a ninja.   I could use that.  I’m a bit more of the straight forward attack type myself.”  she hummed, arms crossed trying to plan out a strategy.  “What do you think, full frontal attack or split up and hit them from the back as well? --- How good are you at making snow balls?  I can’t be dealing with any of that weak ass shit that falls apart the second it gets some air.” 

Where: Mayhem Manor after the Hydra attack

When the screams occurred and everyone had spread the word that it was the hydra, her own worst and irrational fear came to mind. “What if it picks us off one by one? What if it doesn’t need to be on water and it can slither onto dry land and take us? What if we’re all sitting ducks right now in own version of a horror film? I’m too young to die.” She was spiraling. Roxana pulled out her phone, but she didn’t have a great signal. She smacked it as if that would help to get a better signal. “Help! I will not die here!” 

With enjoying themselves in the midst of all the celebrations, Dominique had taken it upon herself to excuse herself from the masses to find a more quiet corner where she didn’t have to keep smiling. It was beginning to tire at the edges, putting on a happier that they were all there kind of face, even if there were moments when the fear on their faces made her want to laugh. Not all, but most as she spied someone that she half expected to ship the event entirely. “There you are. Shouldn’t you be out with the others who are drinking and dancing the night away?” Not that anything here was off limits to guests. It was more to do with most wouldn’t have dared to step foot even near the manor if not for the wedding festivities.

For a small moment, Mischa mused about entering the competition, but figured with his accelerated healing it wouldn’t exactly be fair, nor had he ever been much of a drinker.  Eventually he decided he’d have a much better time spectating than competing, always a people watcher.  A sanctioned drinking competition was going to be wild no matter where it was held, but he could only imagine the chaos that would descend on one held by citizens of the Dark World.

His eyes swept the bar, noting competitors and figuring the odds in his mind, wondering if there was a book keeper around that he could place bets with just to see if his guesses were right.  It was then, a familiar silhouette caught his eye at the end of the bar.  “Please don’t tell me you’re pre-gaming a drinking competition?” He asked, a brow raised in amusement despite not knowing if his old friend even intended to enter.  

Axel was making her way around the room, blending among those that were in the drinking competition. She noticed a blonde off to the side and recognized her from the night before. She pushed her way through the half drunk crowd, stopping mere inches from the blonde’s face.

“You-” She pointed at her. “You’re the one that was singing.” Axel grinned at the woman before moving beside her, leaning against the wall. “You come to pour some liquid honey down and nurse your vocal cords?” She wiggled a beer bottle in front of them before taking a drink.