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emily had just gone through about four vodka sodas and two rounds of karaoke, and she was exhausted. she plopped down at the bar after her rendition of ‘tiny dancer’ and ordered a water, resting her head on the bar and not even thinking about the amount of germs she was probably encountering. “i don’t understand how people have fun doing that. i feel like i’ll never be able to talk again. save me!” she said, more to herself than to anyone next to her. 

“Where is my man?” She said with a pout. “No one’s rubbed my back in about twenty minutes and I’m feeling tight.”

He’d slept a lot later then he intended and he was still struggling to break the sleepy haze that had overcome him as he wandered through the lobby to try and figure out what to do first. Eyes scanning the place, he sensed rather then saw somebody beside him and smirked. “Any suggestions as to what I should do first?”

“I’m Prince Eric.” Wesley replies, gesturing towards his outfit. “It makes more sense if you see my wife, she’s Ariel. She looks way better than I do.” He says with a laugh, shaking his head a bit. “Happy Halloween. You having a good time?”

Wanting to make a quick stop by the bar to see the halloween themed drinks resort had to offer, Brooklyn hummed softly as she scanned the menu. Since she was one of the most indecisive people on the planet, everything on the menu sounded like a good idea. “Gosh, these all sound so good. Do you have any recommendations on which is the best? I’m leaning towards the Zombie Apocalypse but the Poisoned Apple Pie is also a tempting option as well. Maybe I’ll get both.” 

Isaac was out of his element in the club, but he’d come to realize that was the easiest way to really enjoy  the scope of the island which, well. Honestly, he hadn’t really done that yet, and he was getting antsy (and maybe a little jealous, sitting around while Sebastian had his fun) even though he was really the one to blame for the lack of indiscretions. So. Awkwardly gripping the beer that he didn’t even really want, his eyes scanned the dance floor curiously, an odd mixture of anxiety and the desire to join mixing in the pit of his stomach. Lost in his head, he didn’t quite comprehend that one particular person had caught his attention, absentmindedly watching the way their body moved with a stupid fucking engrossed look on his face.