Masque on the Masque

>> Outside the Ship: NLG Masquerade Intercom Broadcast --->>>> From the NLG Masquerade's Hatch Intercom < : All guests of the NLG Masquerade this evening may board at this time. Thank you. - The Harlequin Bar and Restaurant  - NLG Masquerade -

An open, inviting place, this comfortable resturant and bar seems to make the most of its ample space. Three booths are spaced down one wall, the dark wood of the seats padded with a deep green fabric. Overhanging each booth is a stained-glass patterned green and purple lamp, in the ship's usual colour motif. The long half circle bar is next to the kitchen entrance, eight stools placed around it, and a universe-class selection of alcohol displayed behind. A few tables are spaced between the bar and the dance floor, giving more places for daily diners to sit. The whole floor is a smooth wood, from the bar all the way to the long stage that takes up a good area of the wall opposite. A sleek black piano waits on one corner of the high platform stage, though a state of the art sound system keeps a quiet ambiance during dining hours, and the latest dance music during the evenings when the tables are cleared away.

The kitchen is well hidden, except for the burst of noise now and again when someone passes through the doors. Clearly displayed is a sign that shows the hours each meal is served, and the daily specials being offered. -- Most of the tables have been moved to the sides of the resturant, the tables laden with food out in the corridor beyond the propped-open doors, laden with all kinds of dishes, from the expensive and exotic, to the simple and ordinary. The staff serving the party are all dressed in the Masquerade's gold, purple, and green dress uniforms, with black or gold domino masks.

Larin is wearing a uniform himself, or his costume as it were. He enters the room, his arms clasped behind his back as he eyes the scene laid out before him. He seems to take careful notice of the exits and general layout of the room before entering the room, favoring the bar.

Lillith is leaning against the bar, chatting with the bartender. She has a glass of champagne in hand, and she occassionally takes a sip, keeping one eye on the room even as she does.

Creighton enters the Harlequin, carrying a brass-tipped hickory walking stick and adjusting his top hat. He pauses, looks around, and walks toward the bar.

Lightpaw enters with the taller Sergeytov, one arm linked through his, the other holding a cake she snagged from the tables on the way in. She looks around with intense interest at the early arrivals, scanning for someone in particular. "Newt's not here!" She exclaims.

Sergeytov doesn't grab any food right away. "I hope you find him later." he says to her. Then he smiles again, "Thank you for helping me up here, I will not detain you any longer if you had something else you wished to do here."

"I want a chocolate milkshake." The Demarian kit says decisively. "When I went on the ship I got them lots of times, even though I wasn't supposed to." She gives a wave to the bartender, who seems to recognize her and waves back. Larin "Scotch.", comes Larin's simple order to whomever is manning the bar. As he waits for it to arrive he gazes pensively as the room starts to fill up with individuals. "It appears the Captain is running later for her own party.", Larin muses to himself.

A chocolate milkshake seems to already be in the works for the little Demarian, as well as Larin's scotch, both drinks deposited on the bar. A tray of filled champagne glasses is handed off to a waitress, who goes to make the rounds. The music is quiet for now, but enough to dance to.

Karlan steps into the room silently, moving from the door to the angel's side quitely, smiling at her and looking at the demonic woman. "Hm. I never quite noticed the captain," he mutters to her.

Lillith tips her glass towards the bartender for a refill, glancing over at the Lunite briefly, then at the approaching concierge. She inclines her head briefly to Creighton, then lifts her now-filled glass.

Angel glides into the room, her heeled sandals clicking off the floor. She looks up at Karlan, and shrugs vaguely. "I'm sure she'll be here, no?" She chuckles, and makes her way over towards the bar.

"Would you happen to have any Stolichnaya ?" Sergeytov inquires of the bartender, then he looks down at the kit, "I have heard many good things about chocolate shakes."

"Good evening," says Creighton, touching the brim of his hat and half-bowing from the waist. "Champagne, if you would," he asks of the bartender, looking back to Lillith. "I hope this evening finds you well?"

"Of course." The bartender, whose nametag identifies him as 'Jens' replies cheerfully. "How would you like it? Single, double, on the rocks, straight, with a twist? An olive?" He adds a little extra whipped cream to the chocolate shake, and some sprinkles. The waitress pauses by Creighton to give him a glass of the champagne, before approaching Karlan and Angel.

Khal makes his way into the room with slight hesitation. Looking around at the various guests, the Lunite makes his way to the bar. Passing by a wiatress, Khal removes a glass of champagne and thanks the women kindly. With the slight russle of his toga, he makes his way to the bar.

Larin recieves his scotch soon enough and offers an acknowledging nod to those present. "I wonder when Mister Ryan will show.", Larin comments to himself. "Though I should hope to see another party goer sooner than later."

Lightpaw climbs up onto a stool to accept her milkshake, taking a big, loud slurp of it. She pulls back with a satisfied sigh, whipped cream liberally decorating the fur around her mouth. "Yum."

"Single." Sergeytov answers. He does seem to make some note of Larin for a moment, but otherwise seems fine, forcing himself into a seat at the bar. Karlan grins and shakes his head at the angel. "Oh, she's here. I meant that I never quite noticed her. She usually doesn't dress like that." He shrugs, and turns to offer Jens a mischievous grin. "Oh, I don't know. Maybe some Timonae liquor? Whatever you have."

"Well enough." Lillith replies lazily, taking another sip of her glass. "Though to tell the truth, it's a bit busier than I expected it to be this early. I hope there's enough food." She shrugs one shoulder. "Whatever happens, happens."

Angel takes a glass of champagne from the tray, nodding and thanking the waitress. She stands near the bar, looking over the other partygoers. Her white-feathered wings move slightly as she shrugs at Karlan's comment. "I don't see her. She's bound to be in uniform, though, so she won't be hard to miss."

"There you go worrying again," Creighton remarks, shaking his head at Lillith. He sips at his champagne and looks at his hands. "Hmm. Perhaps I should've brought gloves."

Larin sips his scotch idly before he makes a brush at one of the pips on his shoulder. He adjusts his hats slightly before checking his chrono with a light yawn. His eyes gaze expectantly towards the entrance before his attention is back to those around him. He goes out on a limb, "Hullo everyone. I don't believe we've met."

Jens carefully pours a single of the now hard to find 'Russian' vodka, putting out a coaster and setting the glass in front of Sergeytov. When the waitress returns with Karlan's order, he pours it out and hands it to her to deliver.

As Khal arrives at the bar he turns to face the rest of the room. Lifting the glass of champagne to his lip, he takes a brief sip before placing it on the bar beside him. Decidedly, Khal makes his way towards one of the larger groups.

Sergeytov takes the glass, "Thank you." he offers quickly. The Sivadian then looks over at Larin a moment, "No, it seems we have not."

"Hello!" The whipped-cream-decorated Demarian says cheerfully to the Lunite. "What are you dressed up as? You look uncomfortable." She adjusts her hat. "I'm a witch. I read a book about them. I have a lot of books, I bet I have more than you do."

Karlan raises an eyebrow at the small demarian, letting out a controlled shudder and smiling as he looks back at the angel. "Hm. I suppose we should mingle, or something. The fact we're together kind of makes things obvious."

"Mmh..." Lillith replies non-commitally to Creighton, sipping her glass and surveying the quickly-filling room. "I'm trying not to, but if I drink too much, I'm just going to fall asleep."

Creighton shrugs at that. "I suppose there's not much more I can say." He pauses, and then gestures toward the hallway and the food tables. "I believe I'll get myself some hors d'oeurves. Do you want anything?"

Angel sips at her champagne, nodding up at Karlan. "Hmm, probably should, yeah? You've got a point." She looks around the room, as if trying to decide where to go.

"Mmh, can you snitch me one of the lobster tails, if you don't mind?" Lillth says with a nod of her head. "I'm not hungry, but I shouldn't drink on an empty stomach." She surveys her empty-again champagne glass.

Noticing the cheerful whip-cream covered Demirian, Khal redirects himself to that small gathering. As he comes to stand a short distance from them, a happy smile touches his partialy masked face. "Good evening to you all. A pleasant affair this is. I hope the evening is finding you all well." Speaking in a smooth charismatic voice, Khal sends a quick nod and grin to each individual.

Stomp. Stomp. Stomp. Gruf the Rough is here, still enjoying the successes of his hit movies, and he's ignored the sign that clearly says no weapons. Clasped in his clawed hands is a large, imposing gatling gun. "Gruf, Gruf." The Zangali says to his knight companion. "Stupid softskin hardshell eat. Gruf speak Zangali smart to dumb softskin."

"Oh I uhm ... ghost of the past. Its not too uncomfortable.", Larin responds to the Timonae with a light smirk at her enthusiasm. "Your costume far surpasses mine though and I bet so does your book collection. I'm not one for books much." He casts a glance towards Sergeytov, extending a white gloved hand first to him. "Larin Weyr....uhm...security consultant and associate to Mister Ryan." A glance is directed towards to Khal along with a nod.

"Not too much, hmm, or else I won't be able to ask for a dance for fear of my toes later," Creighton says, smiling as he walks toward the tables laden with food.

"I know, mine's the best." Lightpaw says firmly, taking another big slurp of her chocolate shake, getting more whipped cream on her nose this time. "I was gonna bring my cat to be my cat, but when I tried to dye her she scratched me so I made her stay home. I have fifty-three pets, you know." She's not talking to anyone in particular, more anyone who will listen.

Sergeytov accepts Larin's hand, shaking it. "Sergeytov." he answers, without further explanation or title. Then as Khal greets the group, "Yes, I hope this occassion is rather pleasant for you as well."

Lillith simply chuckles at Creighton's statement, turning to raise her glass to Jens, who gives her a raised eyebrow in response. "Don't give me that, just refill it." She says with fairly good humour, then turns to watch the few couples dancing out on the floor.

Aragorn makes his way in next the the Zangali and stops, one hand on his sword and looks around. He gives the Zangali a single nod and after a small pause, he heads for the food tables.

Karlan sighs happily and looks down at the shorter angel beside him, shrugging. "Mhm. I'm not sure I want to, but I suppose we *should*." He grins and looks around, his eyes going back to the tiny Demarian. "Hm. Wonder who let that in."

Larin offers a light nod to Sergeytov and a small smile. He then looks to the Demarian with the same smile. "And whom might you be?", Larin asks, his hand extending in the same universal gesture. As he does so his eyes flick to the exit as if expecting something or someone.

Angel snorts softly, and pats Karlan's arm. "It'll be okay. Don't worry." She chuckles, and walks across the room to intercept the 'Zangali', offering him a smile. "Fancy us having a celebrity here. Gruff the Rough, indeed. I hope you don't mind some company?"

Regardless of the fact he had already started one earlier, Khal reach for a glass of champagn from a pssing waitress. With a cheerful nod to Sergeytov, "It is indeed. These occassion are what truly bring people together and melt away the worries of life." Extending a hand to him Khal grins. "Khalvos Ward, a pleasure to meet you."

Creighton pauses in front of the table, leaning his walking stick against it and getting himself a plate. He scratches at the edge of his mask, looking over the food arrayed before him.

"Who, not whom." Lightpaw corrects in a rather superiouristic tone of voice. "My name is Scarywitch. Um...Scarywitch...Babyeater. Cause I...eat babies." She gazes at Larin imperiously. "Are you scared of me?"

"Gruf see stupid walking wing softskin. Gruff speak Zangali smart. Stupid softskin speak stupid softskin speak. Zangali speak to stupid softskin. Make Zangali smart." Gruff adjusts his grips on his weapon. "Zangali smart zangali's. Gruf speak stupid softskin speak." A pause, and a more congenial voice pops out from behind the muffling mask, all traces of the growl gone. "How ya doin'?"

Sergeytov takes Khal's hand next, shaking it as well. He seems to be rather well practiced at this. "Yes, it is good to see that life is able to provide such moments." he offers agreeably.

Lillith accepts her refill and pushes away from the bar, moving towards one of the tables arrayed around the edge of the room. She finds a chair and sits down sideways, one arm draped over the back, away from most of the crowd for the moment.

"Stupid softskin want to be Zangali smart, so come talk to Gruff," Angel agrees, nodding, a faint smile on her face. "Could be worse. Nice party so far, hm?" She pauses to look at the Zangali again, head tilted slightly to the side. "Great costume, by the way. I'm rather partial to the movies myself."

Creighton eventually selects a lobster tail and a few pastries, snagging his walking stick, turning around, and ambling back across the Harlequin.

Karlan shrugs and stalks silently towards the table, facing down Lilith through a blank face. "Mind if I sit down?"

Aragorn's still browsing the food, still searching through the food.

"Really?" Gruf says, cocking his scarred head at Angel. "Fancy that. A woman that likes those movies. Everyone else pretty much makes fun of me. Got every single one actully." The growl comes back. "Gruf smasherer the bad. Gruf smasherer the bad gooderer. Gruf smasherer the bad morester gooderer." The man laughs behind the mask.

Lillith arches an eyebrow at Karlan's approach, and shrugs, indicating one of the empty chairs. She glances up as Creighton returns, reaching up to snag her food from his plate. "Thanks." She says, raising her already half-empty glass in salute.

Lightpaw finishes her milkshake and wipes off her face on her robe, going to see what kind of treats she can find at the food tables.

Creighton nods at Karlan. "Pastry?" he asks, turning the plate to offer one before seating himself in another empty chair. He picks up one himself, taking a bite and through it saying "They're really quite good."

With a brief shake, Khal nods in agreeance to the words of Sergeytov. Lifting his glass, he takes a light sip of the carbonated beverage. Turning to the Demirian, Khal chuckles sighty at her costume desciption and watches as she taker her leave. With a quick look back to Sergeytov, Khal asks, "What is it you have choosen as a costume?"

Angel chuckles and sips at her champagne. "Tell me about it. They're on the holo all the time, but the rest of the crew complains when I watch them. Says they're boring, and they're all the same." She shrugs, her wings shifting slightly as she does. "I say, what's wrong with that, no?" The woman stifles a giggle with one hand at the return of the Zangali wisdom.

Kitty pads in from the hallway, and surveys the room. She looks back over her shoulder into the corridor. "You guys comin, or what?" The end of the Demarian's tail flicks absently, and she chuckles, making her way directly to the bar.

Sergeytov smiles as Khal makes his next inquiry of him. "I chose Yevgeni Sergeytov." he begins, taking a drink of his Stolichnaya. "Perhaps a mildly obscure reference by now."

Marly tromps into the Harlequin, right on Kitty's heels, scowl plastered to her features, "Hold yer horses, da? I'm comin'."

Ah. Conquest at last. Aragorn picks out a slice of chocolate cake and finally turns around to look at all the other people here.

Hank Happleton walks in, looking annoyed, "I tell you, I am -not- dancing. There ain't no way, an I ain't drinking either." he leans over, crossing his arms.

Lightpaw notes the miniature knight, and she narrows her eyes at him, hands on her hips. "Is that you? You're late, you said you were gonna be here, and it's all big people and I'm bored. I'm not gonna be your friend anymore unless you give me your cake."

Gruff doesn't really grin, but one can detect a little bit of mirth behind the mask regardless. "That's cool." The gatling gun is pulled up to his shoulder. "I don't have a holoviewer quite yet, but I'm workin' on it, yeah? So, you work here, or for some other ship?

Karlan takes some food from the tray, nibbling on it tentatively. "Thank you," he says, somewhat muffled as he sits down.

"Mmmmm, that'd be telling, no?" Angel notes, a sly twist to her lips. "But not a bad try. I work for a ship, and we'll leave it at that." She blinks at the Zangali, and taps at her chin thoughtfully. "I'd ask if you wanted a drink, but I'm not sure you'd be able to drink it in that getup, hm?"

Aragorn bites into his cake and just looks at Lightpaw. He chews a bit, sneezes once (on the cake) and then offers it to Lightpaw straightfaced. "Hey."

Lillith nibbles on her lobster, holding the skewer between two fingers. She hums softly along with the music, apparently recognizing the tune. She glances across the room, and grins, dropping her skewer back on Creighton's plate. "Excuse me a minute." She says, gracefully getting to her feet. She approaches Angel from behind, then leans forward and whispers something briefly in her ear.

Marly looks back to Hank, scowl ever present, "You don't have to dance, da? And no one's making you drink either, da?" Hands stay in her pockets as she nudges him with her elbow.

"You're gross." Lightpaw says with solemn dignity, then sticks out her tongue and crosses her eyes. "I'll get my own cake." She does just that, taking the biggest piece available.

Karlan turns his head towards Lillith and the Angel, his blue eyes sparkling with curiosity for a moment as he taps the table nonchalantly for a while. His eyes turn to Hank, and he watches him with mild interest for a while.

Kitty snickers at Marly's comment, obviously trying to stifle a laugh. "Oh man, that's just right." The felinoid looks back at Hank then, head tilted to the side. "What's the point of coming to a party if you're not going to have fun? Don't make me keelhaul you." She chuckles, and continues over to the bar, waving for the bartender.

Aragorn grins in return and munches into his slice once more, eminating vibes of great pleasedness.

"Well thanks very much," Creighton says wryly as Lillith's receding back. "Occasionally I wonder what they talk about," he remarks to Karlan, finishing a pastry, "but then I realize it's probably better that I don't know."

Hank Happleton rolls his eyes, "Don't you treat me like I don't know you'll try it later. I have to find somewhere where I can sulk."

The music goes a bit upswing, and more people head out to the floor, though most are still drinking and eating this early in the evening. The waitresses are still circulating with trays of champagne, retrieving empties and discarded plates.

Khal raises an eyebrow slightly. "I can only recall him as a prominenty Sivadian figure. His exact details seem to pass me. Perhaps you could enlighten me?" With this, Khal raises his glass once again and drains a fair amount of his champagne.

Vinny makes his way in to the Harlequin. Black leather duster flapping with his movements. He narrows his eyes, trying to spot a familar face in the crowd, which is of course harder than usual. He stands the door, looking for the person to pay.

"I can take it off." The Zangali responds, "Wasn't aware that there was a rule about finding out our secret identities." The hazel eye, the only socket not closed off, swings over toward the sound of the da's. A pause, and he cocks his head, obviously the only part he picked up.

One of the waitresses stops to chat with the recently arrived man, fixing the airlock staff's lapse, retrieving his payment. She offers him a glass of champagne.

Angel blinks at Lillith, momentarily taken aback. "It's my evil twin!" she exclaims after a moment, chuckling. "That's a bit of a coincidence, hmm?" She tilts her head to the side and nods at Gruff, then. "I work here, on the Masque. Good place to work, really."

"It is not a major concern right now." Sergeytov answers Khal as he asks, "But he was their foreign secretary for a few months a few years ago. It is not anything one would ordinarily remember now."

"There's no such thing as a coincidence." Lillith says mischevously, then gives Angel a solid smooch on the cheek. "I need a new drink, can I get either of you anything?" She asks politely, nodding to Angel's unknown companion.

Vinny quite happily hands over the money, and takes the glass of champagne. With his spare hand, he tugs at the heavy duster, trying to get into a position where it will rest properly and wanders into the crowd, hopefully in the direction of the bar.

Gruf's head swings back to Angel, nodding. "Cool, cool. That narrows it down a bit, since I've been on here a few times myself." The new woman's question gets a baleful stare. "Gruf see stupid wing softskin. Stupid wing softskin go stupid drink. Molsh. Gruf drink Molsh, crusherer morerer softskin."

Lightpaw eats her cake as well, chocolate joining the traces of whipped cream. "I'm Scarywitch Babyeater. What's your name today?" She asks curiously. "Did you come by yourself? I did. I was going to bring cat, but he was being mean."

Karlan lets out a vague sigh, shrugging and sitting back on his chair, watching the crowd from a distance and exchanging a brief, vague comment with the waiter who stops to offer him a drink.

Very slowly, and fashionably late as always, a small woman enters the restaurant, looking from left to right, nibbling on her lower lip before taking a few hesitant steps in, smoothing out the front of her dress ever so slightly. Gwen takes a moment to gather her bearings before beginning to weave through different people carefully.

Kitty looks back over her shoulder, spotting Vinny and waving him over toward where she, Marly, and Hank are standing, near the bar. The Demarian retrieves a glass of champagne off of one of the trays, and sips at it absently. After a moment, she grins mischeviously at Hank. "Stop being so sore about everything. Loosen up already." As an afterthought, she adds, "Arrrr."

"I see." Says Khal at the explination of Sergeytov. "I am also dressed as a very forgotten figure of the past. His name was Socrates, an ancient philospher of Earth."

Aragorn replies to Lightpaw, "I'm Sir Aragorn of the Round Table." He looks at himself and then back up at Lightpaw, "How'd ya guess it was me?"

Creighton shrugs and stands up, taking another pastry and his champagne glass, and leaving his walking stick. He walks over toward the bar, opera cloak billowing behind him.

Angel blinks at the demonic smooch, seemingly uncertain of what to make of it. "Er, well, I guess I could use a refill, sure," she says, holding up her mostly-empty champagne glass. After a moment, she looks at it, shrugs, tosses the rest back, and holds up the now-empty glass.

Marly looses one hand from her pocket to loop her arm around Hank's, "Y'ain't sulking da? I'm not letting you, da?"

"You're green. And there's not very many kids here." Lightpaw points out reasonably, then snags a shrimp from a tray without using the fork there for the purpose. "I went on the shuttle, and while I was there, a guy threw up all over. It was so gross."

"Does that mean that you will insist on making more inquiries? I believe it does make the role more realistic." Sergeytov answers, though he seems somewhat more relaxed now, but still in his seat.

Vinny spots the wave of Kitty and moves towards the Demarian, lifting the bandana that covers the lower part of his face to sip from the glass. "I feel like a prat," he grumbles, as he slides onto a stool.

Aragorn ohs as you go shrinpsnatching, "Well green's cool." and then makes a face, "That's way-gross. Bet it smelt."

Hank Happleton shakes his head, "Arr?" he chuckles, bringing a hand up to adjust his mask, "Ooh. What sayings do I have to repeat?" he smirks, "Was it? I'll be black?" Hank frowns, "I never paid much attention to those movies.."

Lillith snags Angel's glass and heads to the bar, movement not yet impared in the slightest, despite how often she's getting her drink refilled. She glances around at the newcomers while she's there, then accepts the refilled champagne and the rocks glass, balancing the three neatly as she returns to the conversation. "Here we go, kids."

Gwen weaves her way through the people towards the bar, keeping a hold of the skirt in her hand to prevent it from trailing out too far, or from being trampled upon by those moving about.

"Good evening, gentlemen," Creighton says to Khalvos and Sergeytov, tipping his hat as he seats himself upon a stool next to the latter.

Karlan grumbles lightly and stands up, walking around and stepping towards Creighton, taking another pastry from his tray. "Interesting party. Get the feeling someoen won't see the end of it standing up. Good parties usually end that way."

"Yeah." Lightpaw says firmly, biting the shrimp in half. "It was pretty gross. I came here cause the ferretmonkey I got was sick, I didn't know it couldn't be by itself, so I had to get a bunch more."

With a soft chuckle, Khal shakes his head. "I will keep myself contained in the portayel of Socrates. His persistant search for answers was the cause of his demise." Draining the rest of his champagn, Khal turns a few times and gently places the empty glass upon a wiatress' tray.

Aragorn ohs. "That's kinda cool. I've got a pet too. He's on this planet." "Good evening." Sergeytov says to Creighton as he takes a seat. Then to Khal, "An understandable position." he offers in agreement.

Marly shakes her head, giving a little chuckle, "Neither did I da?"

Robinson walks into the Party carrying a coconut.

"What is it?" Lightpaw asks curiously, finishing her shrimp. She turns to look over the nearest table, eyeing the food. "I have fifty-three pets, you know. And I have my own pony I ride."

Gruf takes his drink, reaching off to tug his mask off. "Maza's blazing fury, this thing is hot." Jack sips from his drink, looking between the two. "You two correlate your outfits for this or something?"

Gwen descends upon the group conversing at the bar, nodding her head to all three men by way of greeting. "Good evening, gentlemen," she murmurs, just loud enough to be heard over other conversations.

Creighton finishes his champagne, gets a refill, and strolls toward the door. He pauses next to Robinson and tips his hat. "Mr. Crusoe, is it?"

Turning to face the new arrivals, Khal sends a pleasant smile. "Good evening Ma'am. I hope this event has been a pleasure for you." With this, Khal reaches for a new glass and takes a small sip.

Angel tilts her head to the side, eyeing the demonic woman again. "Thanks," she says, chuckling and sipping at the new glass. She blinks at Gruff, shaking her head. "Er, I can't say that we did, no. I'm not sure if it's coincidence, or if my preparations weren't as sneaky as I'd like to think they were." She blinks, tilting her head to the side. "Ah. Captain Wiendrbac, then. It's good to see you."

Hank Happleton snickers, "I'll stick with the old antihero anyday, anyway." he pokes Marly with a smirk, "You know, there doesn't appear to be a difference."

Karlan turnis his head as Gwen passes, departing from his seat and asking her, probably smiling. "And who might you be?" he asks her through the featureless black mask.

Robinson glances around the room at the various people in costumes. Deciding that he'll need a drink before he attempts to mingle he heads to the bar, he grins at the various outfits people are wearing, depositing the coconut on the bar, he places his order.

Kitty chuckles and shakes her head, eyeing Hank. "Me either, to tell the truth." She snorts softly, the end of her tail flicking as she sips her champaign. "You can say that again," she observes, a wry smile sneaking its way across her face. "I think we should make Hank dance, what do you think, Marly? I think between the two of us, we could pull it off."

"Good evening." Sergeytov greets Gwen now. Then he goes on, "The rest of the ship is open for this, correct?" he inquires, "I may need a better place to sit than a stool rather soon."

"I'm too sneaky for my own good." Lillith says mischevously, then waves and heads in the direction of the bar, champagne glass between two fingers. She doesn't seem very inclined to indulge anyone's curiousity.

Gwen tilts her head slightly to look back at Karlan, "And that is a question you could keep asking yourself all throughout the evening," she replies teasingly, a smile appearing across her lips. "However, Guinevere. From the legends on Earth." As Sergeytov addresses her greeting, she just smiles in greeting once more. Creighton pauses, sipping at his champagne glass, and talks idly with someone in Masquerade dress.

"What'll it be?" Jens asks the newcomer, waiting for his order. A waitress ducks behind the bar to deposit her empties, and get a new tray of the champagne that seems to be going rather fast.

Aragorn replies, "It's from this planet." He grins and begins to look for more food, "It likes wiring but it hasn't eaten any since I became its friend." He then asks, "You have apony?"

Marly looks over to Kitty with a grin "That's a great idea, da? We could do it. I did make a deal though didn't I, da?"

Vinny finishes the champagne off in one hit, and patiently waits for a waitperson to wander pass and takes another drink. "Cheers," he says to the waitress, sliding back onto his seat. He stares at the ground for a moment, feeling slightly out of place.

"A scotch," orders the castaway figure and asks Jens, "How many coconuts to the rayden?" His diguise is reasonably good, his voice however will give him away to anyone who knows the man. Damned synthesiser voice box!

"Yeah. His name is Reallyfast. I named him myself." Lightpaw says, rather obviously. "He's gray like me, only lighter, and he has butt-spots." the little Demarian snags a big pastry with some sort of fruit in it.

"I think you're edging onto more dangerous turf than if you ran out into the desert naked.." he looks down to Marly, "I'll drown you in... well.. you can guess, take your purity and cut you open." Hank murmers, bringing his smile to bear, "Fore I get anywhere near that floor."

Lifting himself from his stool, Khal sends a polite smile to Sergeytov and Gwen. "Indeed there is much more comfortable place, which I believe I shall explore. It has been a pleasure speaking with you Sergeytov. Perhaps I shall run into both of you later on." With that, Khal takes his glass of champagn and makes his way away from the bar.

Aragorn oos, fruitcake. Cool. Aragorn grabs some aswell, "Butt-spots?"

Karlan nods at the woman, clasping his hands behind his back. "Ah, yes, of course. I wouldn't know. I came disguised as a human; I'm really a very small Centauran."

Gwen blinks at Karlan, before laughing softly. "And particular human that you are supposed to be?" she asks, leaning back against the bar to focus her attention in on Karlan, green eyes wandering about to study those within her easy viewing range.

"Well, that depends on what the coconut market is like today." Jens says with mock-seriousness. His eyes flick up briefly, then he grins and glances back down at the man he's serving. "But your drink's just been bought for you. Sixteen year all right?"

"Yeah...spots. On his butt." Lightpaw says, then bites into her pastry. Ooh, gooshy. There goes some fruit onto her costume. "White ones."

"So we have met." Jack says, peering at Angel. "Hmm, lesse... you're too dark for Martine. Ah, I think I know. Arizhal?" Jack asks, obviously unsure. "Am I right?"

Friday's boss chuckles and nods at Jens, "Who do I have to thank for it?"

"Fraid I can't tell you, sir." Jens says reproachfully, crouching down to retrieve the bottle. He pours a double. "Rocks or straight? It's a costume party, where's the fun in telling you?"

Aragorn pauses at this for a bit and then nods, "Cool." and bites into his fruitcake, using his gloved hand as a plate-type thing as the slice disintegrates slightly.

Angel blinks as Lillith departs, shaking her head again. "Anyway, okay, yeah. I really don't have any clue who that is, but it's a bit weird, no? Getting kisses from women, sheesh. Some party." She chuckles, and sips again at her champagne, eyeing Jack absently, pausing for a moment at the name. "There's plenty of girls aboard this ship, hm? Eh, you've got me pegged, though. What gave it away?" Rish's lips purse in a faint pout.

Marly raises a brow to Hank, "Now that's just mean, da?" She says, keeping her arm looped around his, "I'm not gonna make you dance, da? I promise." Marly says with a grin before looking over to Vinny, "You on the other hand, I made no deals with, da?"

"You can ride it sometime if you come visit me." Lightpaw bribes shamelessly, eating her cake with less in the way of manners, though the escaped fruit is rubbed out.

"Straight," says Robinson. "If you can point me in the right direction though, I'll figure out the sentient behind the mask on my own."

"A tall one," Karlan replies. "I suppose you'll get to know once we take off our masks, perhaps." He looks around and spots an empty table. "And I suppose you're a Nall, quite tastefully dressed up. Maybe we should sit down?"

Aragorn looks over at Lightpaw, "Really?"

"There's one thing you'll learn about me." Jens says, placing the drink in front of Robinson. "I'm a right bastard. Have fun searching, sir." With a grin, the bartender moves to serve someone else.

Kitty snorts at Hank. "I don't think you could stop us without making a scene," she retorts, a sly smirk on her snout. "But if you really don't want to have fun, that's -completely- up to you. I, perrsonally, came here to have a good time." She turns her golden eyes on Vinny after Marly comments, grinning. "Arrr, ye'll dance, or ye'll walk the plank, says me."

Gwen nods her head, smiling as she pushes herself off of the bar, "Of course, a table would be lovely," she replies. "And I can't wait for the end of the night then to figure out who is who. Until then, you can call me Gwen." She holds out a hand to offer a handshake.

Hank Happleton just laughs at Kitty, pulling off a ripe accent. He just shakes his head in dissaproval of the whole situation.

Lightpaw nods her head, dislodging her hat momentarily. "Yeah. Only if you fall off and get hurt it's not my fault, okay?"

Karlan takes her hand and nods, shaking it for a moment before leading her to a relatively secluded table. "Wouldn't think you're part of the crew... So I suppose you haven't been here before?"

Vinny over hears Marly's comment and looks across to her. "I ain't..." Kitty's comment he catches next, and he looks back to her, sipping from his glass. "Hell boss, I can sing at times, but I can't dance."

Aragorn grins. "Deal." He takes another bite of his slice of cake.

Crusoe just shakes his head, picking up his coconut under his right arm, he picks up the scotch with his left hand and wanders off to hunt his quarry.

Lillith finishes off her champagne and, perhaps wisely, goes to get something to eat instead of getting a refill. She retrieves a plate, passing the chatting kids with a smile to them, but goes for the actual food rather than the desserts that have caught their attention.

Marly snickers to Vinny, "No one said you had to be good at it, da?" She looks to Kitty with a wink.

"No, I haven't been here before. It's amazing. I have never seen anything like it," Gwen replies to Karlan, bobbing her head up and down. "I wish I had a chance to see more of the ship, quite honestly."

"Do you wanna go play the video games?" Lightpaw inquires, licking a few sticky traces from her paws. "They're really cool ones. I played them last time I was here."

Kitty snickers, grinning conspiratorially at the faux-Marlan. "Aye, nobody said he had to be good at it." She grins at Vinny then, blinking innocently. "We could ask them if you could sing, meh?" The felinoid chuckles then, downing the last of the champagne, and setting the glass aside on the bar.

Sergeytov takes another drink, the Sivadian remaining where he is, his left hand reaching for his cane now.

"When you called me Captain Wiendrbac and admitted to working on the ship." Jack says with a crooked grin, setting his glass on a passing tray carried by a server, pulling his mask back on. He picks up his gatling gun, rises it up. "Hoorah. I'll catch up with you later." Then he's walking off, manuevering amongst the crowd.

"We're free to wander, I think. The crew won't mind," Karlan replies, looking at Gwen from across the table. "I could let you see the rest of the ship, perhaps."

Aragorn asks, "Over at your place?" He shrugs, "Sounds cool."

"No, on the ship. There's video games here downstairs." Lightpaw explains.

Creighton disengages himself from the staffer and strolls over to the food table. "Good evening again," he says to Lillith, getting himself another plate. "Hmm."

Gwen smiles, "That would be lovely. I admit that I'm very curious about this place," she says, looking around, picking out the assortment of costumes and colors cheerfully.

Aragorn ohs, "What if something fun happens here?"

Vinny grumbles under his breath. "Bugger," he says, before taking another sip from his glass. "Boss, that's just bloody mean." He slowly shakes his head and slides from the stool, look at the imposter of Marly, "Alright, alright, Ya get ya dance."

"Adults are boring." Lightpaw says seriously, clasping her paws. "They don't do anything fun."

"Er... okay, catch you later then," Angel says, head tilting slightly to the side as she watches the Zangali walk off. After a moment, she shrugs, and makes her way over to the food tables, ending up standing next to Lillith. "Hey, I think I owe you a smooch, hm?" she says, chuckling. "Nice outfit, by the way."

"Good evening again." Lillith responds to the concierge, making herself a crab salad sandwich. She glances up as Angel approaches and grins softly. "You must think me terribly naughty, I'm sorry. I couldn't help myself."

Karlan glances over at the Angel for a moment, then back at Gwen, shrugging. "I think I could give you a tour of the ship. After you," he says.

Gwen rises to her feet, nodding her head slowly. "If you wouldn't mind, I think I'd enjoy that a great deal," she says brightly. "How large is this, exactly? I wonder what it's like to travel in something so large..."

Hank Happleton leans back, slightly satisfied that he isn't the one having to go up and make a fool out of himself, he turns to the bar and leans forward, "Can I get a water?" he's given an odd look, but just smiles.

Making his way from the bar to the food table, Khal comes to stand next to the small group of people. "Good evening. I dont believe I have had the pleasure of meeting any of you. Lovely venue this is, wouldnt you agree." Khal's words come with a soft, charismatic tone.

Creighton looks over at Angel, and then back at Lillith. "Well, don't you two make a lovely pair," he says, smiling thinly as he gets himself a piece of lamb.

Marly looks up to Hank, "Don't you dare go sulk, da?" She says giving him a little poke before taking the few steps necessairy to be standing in front of Vinny, "Don't worry, da? I'm no good at it either, it's just fun, da?"

Robinson approaches the group with Gwen, he raises his glass to the small party, "Good evening."

Karlan stands up deftly, beckoning over his shoulder as he softly steps out of the Harlequin. "I'll show you, it's not that large."

"Arr, Marrly, I think we'll get him to dance yet," Kitty observes, chuckling. "Though we might regret it, meh?" She grins and winks at Hank then. "Bah. Surely an angsty antihero such as yourself can handle something a bit stiffer than water," she teases.

"Sure thing." Jens says cheerfully, pouring the water. He slides it to the Timonae, then goes back to refilling champagne.

Stomp. Stomp. Stomp. Gruf the Rough keeps marching around, gatling gun swinging around absently, ready to blasterate somebody gooderer. Occasionally though, he stops to share a few insightful words with one of the party goers, even receiving a hug from one already tipsy female. Gruf the Rough is a handsome Zangali, for sure.

Gwen comes to a halt as she glances at Robinson, her eyes narrowing faintly, the voice familiar to her. "Good evening," she replies slowly. There is a moment of silence, before she ventures hesitantly. "Jeff?"

Angel looks back over her shoulder in time to catch sight of Karlan leaving with the unknown woman. With a slight shrug, she turns back to Lillith, grinning mischeviously. "I think it'll take more than a smooch on the cheeck to convince me that you're the devil herself," she quips. The woman looks at Creighton then, smiling brightly. "Why yes, yes we do, don't we? And it was completely unplanned, I assure you."

"Healthy living, capt'n. All those heroes wouldn't have got anywhere if it weren't for a lot of fruit an' water." the taller man grins down to the pirate, "I ain't one to drink anyway, cloud's yer judgement and you lose control. Which is a problem I get enough of 'anging around.. people.." Hank shakes his head, taking a sip.

Vinny, once more takes the remainder of his glass of champagne back in one hit and places the empty glass on the counter. "Marly... ya a smart arse." He sighs, and waits for the imposter to lead the way.

The Demarian pirate tilts her head to the side, eyeing Hank dubiously. "Hrr. I won't ask. Not now, anyhow. But I will keep you company. I'm a bit big for the dance floor, especially since I can't dance." She blinks and watches the Zangali stomp around for a few moments, chuckling to herself and snagging another glass of champagne from a passing waitress.

"By her." Lillith adds with a mischevous grin, then winks. "I was dreadfully naughty, but I didn't think she'd mind." The demonic woman chuckles, then takes a small bite of her sandwich. "And if I have enough to drink, I might even be convinced to do what we used to do at that little bar she worked at."

Aragorn shakes his head and replies, grinning "NAh. They get funny when they drink too much."

"What was that, if I may ask?" Creighton replies, taking a knife, a fork, and a dinner roll.

"Aww, okay. Maybe later. You wanna go back in?" Lightpaw asks, grabbing one last treat for good measure.

Marly sends a conspiritorial wink Kitty's way, "I dunno if I'd regret it, da? Might be worth the retribution." Marly takes Vinny's hand and leads him off towards the dance floor, "I had ta get it from someone, da? And i'm lookin' at you."

Clearing his throat, Khal speaks the words again a slight amount louder to overcome the music. Directing his words too Angel, Lillith and Creighton, "Good evening. I dont believe I have had the pleasure of meeting any of you. Lovely venue this is, wouldnt you agree." Khal's words come with a soft, charismatic tone.

Gruf. Gruf. Gruf. The Rough finally makes his way to the bar, one small hazel eye staring balefully at Jen. "Zangali juice stupid softskin."

Robinson glances at Gwen, taking in the full figure of the woman properly for the first time, "Raisa? Not seen you since I was last on Ungstir."

"You got it, big boy." Jens replies with a wink to the Zangali. "So tell me, is that gun just for looks, or do you know how to use it?" He asks rather shamelessly. "With ice?"

Aragorn umms and does thesame, light shining off his metallic surface and grabs a few things, "Okay."

Angel's lips twist in a wry smirk, and she chuckles, recognition showing in her bright blue eyes now. "You -are- a naughty girl!" she exclaims, leaning over to plant a smooch on Lillith's cheek. "Just getting you back. Fair's fair, you know." She blinks, and looks up at Khalvos then. "Ohh, a toga. That's too cool!"

Gwen nods her head, brushing back a stray strand of hair. "Interesting choice of costume," she notes, eyes flickering through the crowds, a small wrinkle appearing on her forehead.

Hank Happleton remains quiet now, until the Zangali approaches the bar and orders 'Zangali juice'. He pulls a smile, "Watch it, if it's the real thing.. you might die."

"It's a bit embarassing." Lillith says to Creighton with a smile, then winks. "Let's just say it involved lots of alcohol, a piano, and some damaged eardrums." She laughs, then nods her head at the newcomer. "Nice to meet you. And I certainly agree with your assesment."

Vinny is lead by Marly to the dance floor, with a slightly defeated look in his eyes. "Don't bloody blame it on me," he states. "Let's just get this dance out of the way."

The lunite castaway chuckles, taking a sip from his whiskey, "I thought Arthur would have been too obvious for me. I considered coming as the devil in disguise." He glances admiringly at the dress, "Definitely becomes you."

"Isn't that like sewer water?" Kitty inquires, head tilted to the side. "Yuck." She turns and watches Vinny and Marly walk toward the dance floor, barely suppressing laughter with one paw.

"Zangali ice." Gruff amends with a snort, picking up his gun. "Zangali boomstick. Stupid softskin drink pourerer. Pour stupid juice before morerer baderer gatling gun upside stupid head." The Zangali glances toward the man. "Zangali juice for Zangali. I Gruf the Rough."

"I do believe it would have been even more awkward if you had come as Arthur," Gwen replies. Her fingers run down the front of her dress again lightly, playing with the fabric of her sleeve. "Thank you... I actually debated other ideas just to avoid wearing a dress."

"Rough, eh? Just how I like it." Jens replies glibly, adding a few ice cubes and handing the drink to the Zangali. "There you go. Enjoy."

Lightpaw heads into the resturant proper, trailing cake crumbs. She glances around, and heads for an unoccupied table.

Sergeytov stands, planting his cane on the floor to support his standing up. With this he begins towards one of the tables still available for seating. His pace is slow, as he plants the cane with each step.

"Perhaps I'll visit the gameroom, then," jokes the Sivadian. "Remember, though, that once the music gets a bit louder I will want a dance, and would prefer you at least mostly sober--those heels look, well, brutal." He taps the side of his nose

"It would at that," chuckles Crusoe. He hefts the coconut that's sliding awkwardly down his arm. He also moves the beard a little, "So how's things?"

Marly snickers, taking Vinny's right hand and putting it on her shoulder before slipping her left around the small of his back. Right is clasped in her left and raised, "I watched Andy and Rachelle dance once, it's you who leads, da?" Marly says, grinning up to Vinny.

"Zangali thanks." Gruf says. "Zangali thanks stupid softskin. Zangali ignore awkward softskin innuedo. Zangali no swing that way." The hazel eye underneath the mask closes and opens in a wink at Jen, before turning to the nearby companions. "Hey, fellows. What are you supposed to be?"

Hank Happleton turns his gaze across to Marly and Vinnie for the moment, smirking and shaking his head, "I am not envious. At all." he sniggers and shakes his head, looking back to Gruff agaiin.

Aragorn follows along, "So whatchya been doing?"

"They're pretty good... nothing going too bad," Gwen replies. "And yourself? I spoke with Larin earlier. Is he here?" She looks around again, searching through faces. She nibbles on her lower lip, starting to walk, motioning for Robinson to join her as she weaves through crowds.

Looking down at his Toga, Khal sends a soft chuckle before meeting eyes with Angel. "Comfortable and stylish, just what I like." With a soft grin, Khal then looks too Lillith and nods. "A pleasure to meet you aswell." Reaching for a small plate, Khal places a few small pasties upon his plater before draining yet enother glass of champagne.

"Studying. I'm s'posta learn more numbers, and I hate numbers." Lightpaw says a bit disgustedly, climbing up on a chair and depositing her piece of cake on the table, sans plate.

Angel snorts at Creighton then. "What, no dance for me? I see how it is." She mock-sniffs, sips absently at her champagne, and looks to Khalvos. "I bet you'll dance, though, hm?" The angelic woman offers a winning smile, and tilts her head to the side. "So, what are you dressed up as? Aside from a man in a toga, that is."

Robinson does so, keeping slightly behind the woman, "He seemed pretty excited about it yesterday." He smiles to himself, "I was running late and just assumed he'd be here." He takes another sip of that scotch. "I'm doing as well as a man can do with a price on his head. I'll probably have to move on again soon, spent too long around here recently."

"Ah, bloody hell," Vinny mutters, as he looks down to Marly. "Alright, I'll lead. Don't be bitching at me if I break ya foot or something." He starts to lead into the dance, trying his hardest to stay in time with the music and look co-ordinated. "Bloody useless, shoulda asked me when I was drunk."

Kitty chuckles, eyeing Hank dubiously, before shifting her gaze to the Zangali. "Arr. I'm a pirate, see? Shiver me timbers and all that." She snorts, and flicks her tail, before shifting her gaze to watch Vinny and Marly attempting to dance, draining her glass and setting it aside on the bar.

Lillith laughs gaily at Creighton and shakes her head. "I'm as sober as can be." She promises with a smile. "We shall have to remedy that." She finishes her sandwich and discards the plate, heading back in towards the bar, just as flighty as she's been all evening.

Gwen nods her head, "We clashed earlier, so I don't know if he's going to come or not," she replies. A frown appears, but she continues to walk, aiming her path towards the exit. "Take care of yourself. I got promised a tour of this place by a nice man, so I'm going to go take him up on it before he thinks I ditched him. We'll talk again soon, hopefully. If you ever need me, you know how to get me."

Robinson smiles at Gwen, "If I do, I will." He takes his leave quickly of the woman and heads back towards the bar muttering to himself. Hank Happleton rolls his eyes, reserving his vocal side for the moment as he looks across the room, gaze shifting from person to person slowly, taking in all the costumes.

Sergeytov eventually decides to go out towards the hallway instead, changing his course slightly, but overall unimpeded.

Gwen just smiles in reply, turning to leave the room quietly.

"Shiver me timbers, and raid me booty. All hands to starboard, arrrgh." The Zangali says, clawed hands moving around to emphasize, before reaching up to his mask. He forgot something important when he bought the mask. A place to drink and eat. "A demarian pirate, eh?"

Creighton tilts his head at Angel. "Well, I suppose I could put you on the list too," he says, with mock resignation. He turns to leave. "I believe I'm going to sit down and eat. Farewell for now the both of you."

Swallowing a small pastrie, Khal gently whipes his mouth with his napkin and sets the plate down. Looking towards Angel, Khal's mouth curls up in a playful smile. "Indeed, I would. It would be sin to turn down a beautiful womens offer for a dance." Chuckling politely, Khal once again looks down to his toga and provides an explanation. "I am dressed as an ancient human philosopher names Socrates." Reaching just a slight bit past Angel, Khal politely takes a new glass of champagn.

Aragorn puts his stuff on a plate and begins licking his gloved fingers clean, "Cool. I've been on Demaria exploring."

"Raiding booty?" Jens pipes up mischevously, in the process of retrieving the pirate's empty glass.

"Exploring what? Home's boring." Lightpaw says dismissively, picking at her cake with two fingers. "There's nothing interesting on Demaria, unless you got to go out to the desert."

Marly chuckles, "Ya not going ta break my foot, da?" She says, going wherever Vinny leads her on the dancefloor, more worried about bumping into someone else, "Ya can get drunk and have another dance later, da?" Marly grins.

"Aye, a Demarrian pirate," Kitty agrees, grimacing slightly after the comment for an unknown reason. She turns to Jens then, grinning. "Any Ungstiri vodka back there? I could do with a double of whatever you've got."

Aragorn replies, "Well there's the forest. And all that area around the beach and stuff."

Hank Happleton raises an eyebrow, "Ain't no mouth hole, there?" he states the obvious with a frown, "That ain't great for sublty. Mind you, I never pegged you for it anyway, and you are dressing as a Zangali, Wiener."

Lillith leans up against the bar, towards the end. She snags a glass of champagne as a waitress walks by, and stays there, sipping it and listening idly to the conversation around her.

Angel blinks, and tilts her head to the side, looking straight across at Khalvos. "Ahh, I see now. Where's your hemlock, then?" she inquires, smiling.

A double of some random Ungastir vodka is poured for the Demarian, along with a little paper umbrella, for no apparent reason.

Vinny grumbles once more at Marly, still continuing with the. "Well ya find me a woman and I might get up for a dance again. Hell, ya buy me a drink or four and I might sing," he replies, with a firm nod. Vinny feels himself brush up against another pair of dancers and leads himself and Marly away from it. "Shit, sorry about that."

"Hm. I still say it's boring. There's lots more different places here to see." Lightpaw responds, watching people dance. The clumsy moment of one of the couples makes her giggle.

Hank Happleton turns around and looks at the vodka, he looks down to his drink for a moment before mock-pouting, "Can I have one of those little umbrellas? I fear it might rain and It would be terrible if I weren't prepared.." he pauses, thinking for a moment, "On that note, best get a couple thousand.. and a hell of a lot of sellotape, I can make this work, If my name's not Hank!"

Creighton seats himself off to one side, eating in silence.

Robinson takes a seat at the bar, more looking for somewhere to put the coconut down than anything else perhaps. Spotting Lillith he raises his glass in her direction. More mingling from the lunite Crusoe.

"I'm too good of a mood to deal with you right now. So, if you can chill, I can too." Jack responds to Hank, taking his juice and sipping at it. Jen's comment draws an amuse shake of his head.

Aragorn bites his lip at Lightpaw's gigglemoment and then eventually says, "Well all places are different. I like exploring around Demaria but I guess if you grew up there and stuff." He shrugs.

Kitty quirks an eyeridge at the paper umbrella, then chuckles. "Thanks," she says, sipping delicately at the drink. She quips, "Sheez, Hank, don't tease the Zangali. He's got a gatling gun, after all." After a moment, she chuckles and shrugs, picking the umbrella out of the drink, and flicking it absently at the anti-hero.

Lillith glances up at the raised glass, and offers a slow smile. "Nice nut. Do you take it everywhere with you, or is this a special occassion?" She inquires of the Lunite.

As Khal took yet another swig of his champagne he listend to the words of Angel and smiled. Lifting the glass of alchohol, Khal grinned. "If the supply of this lovely champagne doesnt end im sure it will prove to be my demise." Laughing quietly, Khal lowers his glass and extends his opposite hand. "My name is Khalvos by the way. Khalvos Ward."

"I guess so. That makes some sense." Lightpaw admits grudgingly. "It's still kind of dumb."

Aragorn asks, "What is?"

"Stuff." The little Demarian says vaguely. "Do you know how to dance?"

Angel smiles, and offers a demure hand to Khalvos. "For tonight, you can simply call me Angel. A bit uncreative, but it fits, hm?" She drains the rest of her glass of champagne, exchanging it with a nearby waitress for a fresh one. "And I think you're right about the bubbly. I could drink this all night."

Robinson sidles down the bar to Lillith, dragging the coconut with him, probably more out of a sense of duty to the thing than anything else. "Nice party." That damned voice.

Aragorn blinks, paling slightly (if that's possible), "Uhhh..."

"Thank you." Lillith replies with a bit of mischef, then winks. "You tried the champagne yet? It's rather good." She takes a sip of hers, the glass quickly going empty like the first four...or five.

"Does that mean no?" Lightpaw says, then giggles. "You look like you just saw someone barf."

Hank Happleton catches the umbrella with a grin, "S'no good him parading around with it, I'm all for betting he wouldn't know where to aim it." he sneers, "Could tell him where to shove it though." Hank muses on this thought before turning back around, "I was all for ignoring everything you say, actually, so you can put up and shut up."

"That stuff goes straight to my head," comments Crusoe. "I like to keep my wits about me, means I've got no excuse the morning after though." He winks at the woman.

Aragorn tries to get himself together, "Uhhhmm... s-some."

"I bet I dance way better than you. Like a million times better." Lightpaw says superiouristically. "I bet you're really really bad."

"Who needs excuses?" Lillith says with a small laugh. "Excuses are for things you'll regret. The way I see it, a hangover is just nature's way of telling you you had a damn good time the night before. Besides, I haven't gotten drunk in about...two years."

Kitty rolls her eyes, and covers her forehead with a paw. "Please, please, don't starrt. Not herre," she laments, shaking her head. After a moment, she clears her throat, and looks over at Jack. "Sorry, mate, Hank here is having a bad day, meh?"

As Khal's eyes move, politely, up and down Angels costumed body, he sends a charming smile and shakes her hand delicately. "I would say the name fits just perfect." Lifting his glass to his lips, Khal takes drains a fair portion of his champagne while keeping his eyes on the women. As the glass lowers, Khal moves slightly closer and speaks softly. "I shall call you up on that dance as the night moves on." Grinning as he leans back, Khal turns and begins to roam the room.

Aragorn just frowns, wondering what to do in this time of crisis now. Aha. A witty retort! "Am not." is his healf-heartened reply.

Robinson furrows his brow, "The Outlook Club..." He nods to himself, "A year and a half ago on G'ahnlo, I drank myself stupid on..." He glances down at his glass and his eyebrows raise, "On scotch."

"Uh huh. It doesn't matter, I won't dance with you anyway. You're too short." Lightpaw says with a tilt of her chin, making her hat go even more crooked.

Marly cackles madly as what Hank says reaches her ears. Shaking her head a littl, she looks up to Vinny, "I'll buy yah drinks in exchange for singing, da?" Marly says with a nod.

Ooooooh! Aragorn turns around to face Lightpaw, "I am not!"

"Does that mean I should buy you another?" Lillith responds with a grin, emptying her own glass and setting it on the bar for a refill. "Because to tell the truth, getting drunk alone isn't that much fun."

"Hank here is -always- having a bad day." Hank chips in, with a dry smirk, "So bugger everyone else." he turns around, "Get me a fucking vodka." the timonae demands playfully.

Creighton stands up, putting his knife and fork on his plate, and strolls over toward Lillith. "For the second time, Mr. Crusoe, I presume?" he says, tipping his hat and then looking at Lillith. "Before you go and get yourself hammered, how about a dance?"

Jack's eyes narrow for a moment, stiffly turning to his glass of juice, mere stubborness holding his position there.

Angel nods at Khalvos, smiling. "I'll hold you to that." As he walks off, she turns back to the food tables, absently putting a few appetizers onto a plate. She takes a hefty drink from her champagne glass and nibbles at the light snack, walking over to lean back against the bar.

"Sounds good," Vinny replies to Marly, giving a quick nod. "How about those drinks now? Ya know I hate this dancing shit."

"Take off your pants." Jens replies a bit tartly. "You can't have them both at the same time, so we'll get the first part out of the way." He rolls his eyes. "Don't curse at the crew." He pours the vodka anyway.

"I'm like fifty times taller than you. Also, you smell funny." Lightpaw says in her 'better than you' voice.

Caution, get thrown to the wind, a dangerous business, Crusoe nods, "Perhaps you should. Or at least let me get the next round in." He raises a questioning eyebrow, "What's your poison?"

Marly scowls, Marly style, "In you insist, da? Just dance us off the floor, da?" She says with a snicker.

Kitty snorts, and shakes her head. "So I've noticed. You might -try- to have a little fun sometime, you know." She flicks her tail irritably, belts back the remainder of the vodka, and shifts her gaze over to Jack. "Wanna dance, Gruff? It might be funny."

"Get me a glass of champagne. I'll be back after my dance." Lillith says to Robinson, with a little grin and a hand up to Creighton. "After all, I did promise to do it before, to spare your poor, poor feet, did I not?" She chuckles softly.

Aragorn says, "I do -not- smell funny. You're the one who smells funny. You... you lick your butt." and with that he walks off, taking his plate of cake with him.

Vinny nods, leading Marly to the edge of the dancefloor. "Yeah, as in let's get off the dance floor and back to the bar." He passes a bit to close to another dancing couple, and an apology is muttered out.

"Do you mind if I curse in your general surroundings?" Hank asks, turning around with his vodka, not caring so much for the answer. His vodka goes up, and then down his throat, slowly downing it. He puts the empty glass down again and picks up his water, drinking a little carefully (so he isn't blinded by the umbrella) before walking away from the bar, holding out a lovely salute to Jack as he walks over towards Marly, "Dance?"

Robinson grins and nods at Creighton, "Good luck man." He sighs to himself and tries to attract Jen's attention.

"Get back here!" Lightpaw says furiously, chasing after 'Aragorn'. "I'm sorry, you don't smell funny! Don't leave me by myself, okay?"

Creighton takes Lillith's hand and leads her to the edge of the floor, nodding genially at Robinson and making small-talk: "You see, I'm not particularly good at this, and it's best that I take few enough hits that I be able to walk tomorrow."

Jens would much rather be serving the polite gentleman than the sullen Timonae, and he heads over there with a nod. "What can I help you with, sir?" He asks politely.

Jack growls, staring at his glass of juice, up to the point where someone asks to dance. A sideways glance is thrown to the Demarian. "Sure, why not." He pushes his drink away, standing up. "I'll even let you lead."

Lillith laughs and comfortably drapes her arms over the Sivadian's shoulders. "Oh come now, you can't be that bad." She teases pleasantly, guiding him onto the floor with practiced ease. "Look at me, I haven't danced in about...five years, but it comes right back."

Marly smiles up to Hank, "I'd love to, da?" She says, looking to Vinny, "Just get them to put it on a tab for me or something, da?"

Crusoe glances round at Lillith as she heads off with Creighton, "Don't want it getting cold." He smiles at Jens, "I assume you've got some bottles of the stuff back there?" It's a rhetorical question, "Make it a bottle and put it on ice. Two glasses if you would."

The Demarian pirate stares after Hank, her expression completely bewildered. "Demar's blessed wings, he's gonna do it." She chuckles, and grins. "Maybe there's hope for that one after all." The felinoid blinks, and looks down at Gruff. "I'll warn you in advance, I'm not very good. But hey, at least I'm wearing shoes. Hey wait, isn't the guy supposed to lead?"

Aragorn stops, sighs and turns around, "Okay. You know. you gotta learn to be nicer to people."

"Great." Hank grunts, dragging Marly -back- to the dance floor before placing himself and her into position, picking up the dance from the other people fairly quickly. "Oh look, how fun - how fun we are to be having." he says in a monotonous and sarcastic way, grin pulling at his features.

"I'm a human and you're a Demarian." Jack says. "We're breaking cultures here. You lead."

Angel finishes nibbling, setting the empty plate and the now-empty glass aside, and crosses the floor to where Hank, Marly, and Vinny are. "Evening, cowboy. You mind some company?" she inquires of Vinny. "We can go get a quiet drink, if that's what you're after."

"Right." Jens says with a hint of mischef, snagging a silver wine bucket and cushioning one of the bottles in ice. "Do you want that here, or should I have it taken to one of the rooms?" He asks with an absolutely straight face.

Considering his comment, Creighton isn't all that bad--perhaps not moving so fluidly as Lillith, but managing to follow passably. "Watch your toes," he cautions wryly.

"But people are -stupid-." Lightpaw says in mild frustration, stomping one foot. "What about the stupid people?"

Kitty snorts softly, head tilting to the side. "You've got a point." She shrugs vaguely. "Cmon then, mate. We'll see how much I remember from the old days, meh?" The Demarian chuckles, and pads out toward the dance floor.

"I know you secretely love it, da? S'a passion." Marly replies with a pleased grin, managing not to step on Hank's toes as they twirl around the dance floor.

The man will charge down Nall without showing a hint of fear, he's been in bar-fights on triple-niner and he's survived months on Tomin Kora. He looks positively petrified at Jens' suggestion, "Er... just here... thanks..."

"Oh come now. You're not bad at all." Lillith says dismissively, laughing softly at the Sivadian's expression. "With a few lessons, I bet you'd be absolutely stellar." She says approvingly. "Not that I'd actually leave you any time for that."

Aragorn just watches Lightpaw for a while and then smirks, now amused, "That depends."

Vinny makes his way back to the bar, sweating slightly because of the heavy duster that he decided to wear. A stranger voice breaks his concentration and, he looks in Angel's direction. "Company's always good. Ya got somewhere in mind, bit quieter than this?" he asks, a pleasant smile plays upon his lips but it is hidden by the bandana.

"Depends on what?" Lightpaw says suspiciously, eyes narrowing a little. "Are you being sneaky?"

Karlan steps into the party silently, looking around and offering Gwen a glance as he strides into the crowd, disappearing to her.

Aragorn cocks his head slightly, "Eh?"

"Oh come now, that expression..." Jens says teasingly, then lets off with a chuckle, leaving two glasses at the bar in front of the Lunite. He goes to mop up a mess left by a drunken guest who is now being escorted out by a security guard.

"I could wait until the next party and take a day off," Creighton answers, smiling. "But then who would bring Sivadian refinement, wit, and charm? I'll just have to practice, I suppose."

Jack stands up, following Kitty, mask tucked into the neck of his suit. "You speak like someone I know."

Angel chuckles, and shrugs, her wings shifting slightly as she does. "Up to you, cowboy," she says, downing the rest of her glass of champagne. She manages to exchange it yet again for a full glass from a passing waitress.

Gwen enters the room with Karlan, nodding her head. opening her mouth to say something, but closes it once he disappears. "Alright then..." she mutters to herself, looking around, nibbling on her lower lip lightly, starting to head back towards the bar.

Hank Happleton is not an award winning dancer himself, but he is strangley -accurate- with his movement, to the point that it might not feel like he's flow entirely, inorganic. He continues his half-hearted smirk for a while before leaning in, "I'm going to dissapear now." he says, face becoming deadpan.

"You said depends. What do you mean by that?" Lightpaw insists, stomping a foot again. "You're being difficult to annoy me, aren't you?"

Aragorn rolls his eyes and shakes his head, "Nooo..."

The Demarian pirate snorts. "Really? Who's that?" she inquires, head tilted slightly to the side. Kitty blinks down at Jack then, as if just now realizing that she's seven feet tall and he is... well, not. "Hrr. This is going to be interesting," she notes, with a wry smile.

Vinny takes the opportunity to take a glass of champagne of his own. He then returns his attention to Angel. "Sure, head ashore or something. Think that there's a decent bar nearby," he suggests. "I'll shout ya drinks, how's that sound?"

Karlan steps close to Angel and moves his featureless mask close to her ear, walking off again, migling into the crowd.

"I'm willing to help, of course, if you can actually find me." Lillith says with a chuckle, glancing back over at the bar as the song starts to come to an end. "I'm not always an easy woman to find, you know. I really need to get that PA." Their conversation is pitched low enough so that it's not audible to anyone except those right nearby.

Marly frowns in the slightest, nodding none the less, "Going back home?" She asks, dropping her impression for the time being.

"You rolled your EYES at ME!" Lightpaw says angrily, clenching her paws. "You're making fun of me, aren't you?!" She asks furiously, face furrowing.

Angel tilts her head to the side, her blue eyes fixed on Vinny. "Leave the party? Eh, I kinda like it here, though." She shrugs, and gestures to the room. "It's a nice party." She blinks at Karlan as he whispers to her, a faint smile crossing her face. Her eyes linger on him for a moment as he slips away, then she turns her gaze back to the cowboy.

Hank Happleton nods, "Back to the Jackal at least. I'll just mill about for now." the timonae stops dancing and begins to make out of the throng, giving about a minutes floortime it seems.

Aragorn cam't help but look amused now as he shakes his head, "Nuh-uh."

"Swiftfoot." Jack responds to the Demarian, quirking his head back to study the Demarian's face. "I was thinking something like that as well."

Creighton chuckles quietly. "I've noticed," he says, adding a wry, "Although it's always somewhere work-related, which narrows the search area considerably." The closing few bars of the song pass, and Creighton steps back and tips his hat. "It was a pleasure, and I do believe I need to wear a top hat more often."

"You...you..." Lightpaw sputters incoherently, then reaches out and gives the smaller humanoid a good, hard push.

Robinson simply waits at the bar, studiously just staring at the wall behind the bar. The champagne and the glasses sit next to him.

Sending brief nods and greetins to those he passes along the way, Khal makes his way back to the bar. Turning to face the party, Khal snatches yet another glass of champagn. Seeing the lone figure down the bar, Khal turns and approaches the man. "Good evening sir. How fares your evening?"

Marly follows after Hank, coming up beside him and looping her arm through his to stop him for just a minute, "Hey..Thanks for dancing with me." She says with a smile up to him before letting his arm free.

"I thought you didn't drink anymore," Gwen notes of Robinson as she steps up beside him, offering a friendly smile. "Was so very proud of you too for it."

"I'll stay here then," Vinny replies, adjust the bandanna that rests across the bridge of his nose. "What do ya want? Sivadian Double Helix, ain't bad." He gives a little wink to Angel.

"Miss Starchaser?" the Demarian inquires mildly. "I've heard of her. and that damnable vessel of hers. Hyena, I think. Something like that. A scavenger of some sort, anyway." She shrugs dismissively, and holds a paw out. "Well, we'll have to figure this out eventually, meh?"

Hank Happleton nods, "Have a good time." he says, smiling and nodding, "Don't get too drunk."

Lillith impishly curtsies, then grins. "It looks very nice on you." She assures the Sivadian, then heads back towards the bar. She seems about to speak to the Lunite, then pauses as two individuals come up to start conversation. She contents herself with taking her seat again, reaching for the bottle and popping the cork, silently pouring the glasses.

Karlan finds himself in a conversation with a Timonae woman, standing tall and silent in front of her as she rambles on.

Marly nods, "Vinny can drink for me, I don't like it much anyway." Marly says, waiting for Hank to dissapear before she heads back in to mingle.

"Hmm, I know that one, though I've never tried one," Angel agrees, grinning. "Good choice. Get me one too?"

Hank Happleton does so, heading out of the party, content not to be the nights first victim as he looks at a drunkard making their way out beside him, he turns away, shaking his head.

Robinson glances from Gwen to Lillith, back to Gwen, "I don't generally, but..." He glances towards Lillith, "It's a party."

Aragorn gets shoved back, taking a few controlled steps backwards. Now he looks even more amused as he grins, "Hey!"

Creighton walks toward the exit, grabbing his walking stick on the way out.

"You're -stupid-." Lightpaw says in frustration. "You can't ride my pony!" She adds, a bit vhemently. "You can't even -see- it!"

Vinny slowly nods, his smile still hidden by the bandanna that covers his face. "Sure, ya wanna grab a seat at the bar with me?" He enquires, motioning with his head towards the bar.

Gwen glances at Lillith, and then at Robinson, understanding mingled with a touch of hurt flickering through her eyes. "Oh... I see." She gives a smile. "I'll catch you later. Don't wanna get in your way." She gives a nod, disappearing back into the crowds, quietly moving back towards the exit.

Jack takes the paw in one of his clawed hands, no real pressure applied. "Talk about awkward, but sure." He places his free hand at the pirate's waist. "This way? Or did you prefer the more casual mosh pit style?"

Marly weaves her way back through the crowd towards the bar. Taking a seat at the bar she faces towards the dance, just watching Kitty and her partner dance for now.

Aragorn stands his ground and rolls his eyes, "Sheesh". Still verymuch amused he says, "Hey. I ain't the one going whacko cos I said 'it depends'."

"I think I'd win in a mosh pit," the Demarian observes, grinning mischeviously. "This is fine." Her other paw goes to his shoulder, her ear flicking back as she attempts to steer Gruff and herself away from any other dancers. She's not an -awful- dancer, but she's certainly at the very least rusty.

With the tension arising infront of him, Khal steps away from Robinson, accepting his lack of response. Taking a seat upon a stool once again, Khal raises the champagne to his lips and drains half the glass.

"I'm sorry." Lillith says a bit apologetically, offering one of the glasses to Robinson. "I didn't realise I'd be causing a domestic disturbance. Should I let you alone?" She inquires, taking a sip of her own glass.

"Surely," Angel replies, making her way over to the bar, a glass of champagne still in hand. "I don't think I've ever seen you around, pardner," she quips, chuckling. "What ship did you come in on?"

"You won't stop LAUGHING at me." Lightpaw says, stomping a foot. "Fine! I'm going to bed! I hate you! You're all stupid." She adds a bit venemously. "This party is stupid, the food is gross, and you ARE smelly!"

Karlan excuses himself as he walks around, finding Jens and taking a drink unceremoniously from his tray. "Hm. You're being given plenty of rumour-mongering material tonight, yes?" He makes his coment laughingly, and walks away, sipping.

Jack shakes his head at Kitty. "Probably. Demarians do tend to be stronger." He continues moving along, not really showing any more skill then his counter part, though he does manage. "Care to explain why you're hangin' around with your little asshole companion?"

Robinson chuckles and shakes his head, nudging his head in the direction of the retreating figure of the Queen of Camelot, "/That's/ the ex-wife. Don't worry, she's the ex for damned good reasons."

Lillith chuckles softly, and nods once, taking a good swallow of her glass. "Just checking." She assures with a smile. "I'm not one to cause trouble, despite the costume."

Aragorn stands through all that and repoles, "Well that's cos you're BEING funny. All I said was 'it depends' and you're like ready to explode. How DUMB is that?"

Vinny chuckles and follows after Angel. "Came in on one of the latest arrivals," he replies, with a stern nod. "Good ship and good crew. Doubt ya would have heard of us." He pulls out a stool for his companion to sit down on, trying to be a gentleman.

Gwen slips out of the room quietly, taking one more glance at the variety of people before disappearing out.

"It's a long story," the Demarian reassures, "And wholly boring, if you're not acquainted with the persons involved. Let's just say it's a favor to a friend, and leave it at that." She does manage to not bump into anyone, or step on Gruff's feet, but that seems to be by sheer feline grace rather than actual skill.

Marly half turns to the bar, undecided if she wants to order something alcoholic or not.

"I'm not dumb! You're dumb! Dumbnewt Stupidbrain. I'm going to BED!" Lightpaw says scornfully, then makes a face at Aragorn. "Let's get ice cream tomorrow, okay? Good NIGHT!"

"Don't think I'm trying to make her jealous either," says Crusoe with a hint of mischievousness playing around his eyes. "I'd bought the bottle before I knew she was coming back." He picks up his glass and offers it to the woman for a toast.

Angel blinks, and tilts her head to the side, eyeing Vinny. "I dunno, I've been around a lot. Eh... wait, I didn't mean that quite the way it sounded," she amends, stifling a giggle with one hand.

Karlan rubs his chin and glances around the room, shaking his head as he stalks out, his feet soundless in the din of the bar.

"Whatever you say." Jack says, seemingly more subdue now. No more jokes or Zangali psuedo-talk anymore. "You're not half bad. If it wasn't for the whole Demarian dancing with a human thing, you'd be a good one."

Aragorn blinks. Not expacting that viscios stab at his tastebuds Aragorn just stands there staring a bit dumbfounded, "Uhhh. Okay."

Lightpaw stomps out, losing her hat somewhere in the process, though she doesn't seem to care that much.

Lillith clinks her glass against Robinson's in a toast, and smiles pleasantly. "I didn't think anything of the sort." She assures him, then grins softly. "I don't think sharing a bottle of champagne with someone counts as an activity that would make someone jealous, however."

The Demarian tilts her head to the side, eyeing Jack as she guides the two of them among the other dancers, her brow furrowing momentarily. "Hrr, something wrong? Sorry, it's probably none of my business. You just seem nice enough, so I figured I'd ask, meh?" She smiles at the compliment, and chuckles. "Thanks. It's been an awful long time since I've actually danced, you know? Not much call for it these days, I suppose."

Aragorn just watches for a bit before snapping out of it and going for the hat. That was weird.

Vinny chuckles. "Ah, it's alright," he says, with a grin, trying to be reassuring to Angel. "We slip the tongue occasionally... If ya like me, ya say worse things than that on an hourly basis." He looks to the Jens and waits for him to Venture near. "How about two Sivadian Double Helix's? One for me lady friend here."

Marly turns to fully face the bar, "Can I get some Pineapple juice, please?"

"You got it, cowboy." Jens says pleasantly, pouring up the two drinks in fairly short order, though he gives Angel a bit of a 'look'. The bartender also pours a pineapple juice, adding another one of those little umbrellas.

Crusoe smiles as the devil in the red dress clinks her glass to his own. As she comments on jealousy he's awkward enough still that he looks somewhat guilty, "No, no reason at all." Another sip. Time to refill.

Angel grins, and drains the rest of her champagne glass, setting it aside on the bar and sitting down on the stool that she seems to have just noticed. "Thanks for the seat, by the way. Not many guys do that kind of thing anymore, no?" She blinks momentarily at the bartender, giving him a smile and a 'thumbs up'.

"Nostalgia, I guess." Jack says. "Don't mind me." The La Terran continues the dance for a bit, moving automatically.

Marly smiles faintly, "Thanks." She says, taking the umbrella and gently putting it in her pocket to save. Raising her glass, she takes a little sip.

Draining her own glass, Lillith deftly refills both of the glasses, she perks up as the song finishes and a new one begins, a slow, sultry jazz tune. "Ooh, I love this song." She purrs happily, glancing over in Angel's direction. "I didn't realise it was going to be on the list."

Kitty chuckles softly, then leans closer to Jack, murmuring something to him before straightening up again, continuing the dance.

Vinny blinks several times at Angel and sits down beside her, hand going into a pocket for the credits to pay for the drinks. "As rough as I seem around the outside, I try and be a bit of a gentleman," he replies to Angel, his grin still hidden. "'Sides, I think gentlemen are a dying breed these days." He quickly knocks back the Double Helix before it gets cold. "Ya better knock that back before it gets cold or congeals."

Robinson drains the second glass, just as quickly as the first. Dutch courage perhaps. He raises an eyebrow, "Want to dance?" Finger goes to the earlobe, fidgeting.

A rotund figure rumbles his way into the bar, hands stuffed in the pockets of his windbreaker, frowning darkly at all the merriment going around. So, instead of actully conversing, he pushes his way to the bar. "Give me some fuckin' vodka on the rocks."

Marly turns back to face the dance floor, juice in hand, to once more watch the exciting sport of watching Kitty and Gruff dance.

Angel blinks down at the drink momentarily before nodding. "You know what, you're right," she declares, and slams back the drink like an old pro, setting the empty glass down on the bar with a flourish afterward. "Wow, neat. I think I like these."

Jack tenses at whatever Kitty says, eyes closing for a bit, tucking his head against the base of her neck. "I hate you." The hug he has her in says otherwise, of course, but that doesn't really matter.

"We don't have to." Lillith says with a shake of her head, and a soft smile. "It's just an old favourite, you know. Memories. The first time I sang this song, I was drunk off my ass, I'd just gotten my first gig at a new job. Went into this little piano bar." She downs half of her glass.

"One fucking vodka on the rocks." Jens repeats obediently, pouring the drink swiftly for the rather unpleasant customer. He sets it down on a coaster and slides it to him, then goes back to washing glasses.

Vinny passes a glance across to Boomer and then looks back to Angel. "Ya want another one?" he gives a wink to her.

"You do not," the Demarian says, chuckling, hugging Jack right back. "Figured it was the only way I could get you to dance with me, meh?" She grins, and keeps on leading them through the crowd, letting her senses and her quick feet do the bulk of the work.

"Good god damn job." Boomer responds in a growl at Jen, picking up his glass, sipping from it. Loooook, and there's Tiana. "Hey. What you drinking?"

"You really think that?" Jack says, looking up at Kitty, still gliding amongst the couples on the dance floor.

Angel grins. "Would I ever," she agrees, nodding, her brow furrowing slightly as her gaze rests on Boomer. After a moment, she shrugs dismissively, and shifts her eyes back to Vinny.

Robinson picks up the bottle from the ice again, ignoring the water dripping off the end, he refills his own glass and then hers. He looks a little deflated at the refusal, but carries on regardless. "Singer too?" Crusoe puts the bottle back, "I used to sing a bit during the days back in the pool hall. My perogative being the boss. Didn't seem to do the business any harm, sometimes I'd get bored just sitting around the place, pick up my guitar and torture whatever customers were around."

Looking around with a brief smile, Khal makes his way slowly to the large stage. With his toga flowing, the Lunite walks up to small stairs and finds his way to the center of the stage. Looking around with a charming grin, he slowly taps a small fork upon his crytsal Champagn glass, sending an echoeing ring through the crowd.

As the current song lowers in volume and pauses for the moment, Khal lifts his glass high and raises his voice to be heard accross the room. Waiting for somewhat of a silence, the Charismatic Lunite speaks to the crowd. "I appologize for the sudden interuption of this marvalous afair, ladies and gentlement. Upon speaking with and observing the various people in this room, I have been struck such a feeling of utter pleasure. I would like to make a toast, to the spirit of life. The times such as these when lifes worries melt away and the true essense of life shines so brightly. Perhaps this is simply the drinks speaking through me, but I really feel that it is times like these that people take for granted." Stopping for a brief chuckle, Khal resumes his toast. "So, I shall shut my mouth now and simply enjoy the great food, wonderful people, and oh so abundant drinks. Cheers, and may the night never end" With that Khal smiles and bows his head slightly to the crowd, slowly making his way down.

Marly looks towards Boomer, "Huh? Just juice."

"I don't play anything." Lillith says with a shake of her head. "Always regretted that. Not much of a singer, just enough to get by singing while drunk." She grins, then pauses at the sudden speech. One eyebrow goes up, but other than that, she doesn't say a thing, just shrugging and returning to her champagne. "Maybe you can give me lessons some time."

"Hrr. Things have been a little strange as of late." The Demarian smiles then, chuckling. "I dunno, I guess there were a lot of things I was afraid to ask, you know?" She looks up at the tapping of the glass, her ears perked forward for the toast. The felinoid chuckles, and shakes her head. "So, how have you been?" she inquires, shifting her eyes back to Jack.

Karlan strides into the Harlequin again, shaking his head and making his way to the bar, unceremoniously asking for a drink and glancing over at the angel for a long while.

"That's it?" Boomer asks, quirking an eyebrow. "Fuckin' boring. How about you sip on something better?" Oh, he's still got it! Karl's speech draws his attention for a bit. "Damn straight, moony. Shut your fuckin' mouth."

Aragorn Grabs the hat and looks it over muttering to himself, "Why are girls so weird?"

"I get two more of the Sivadian helix's, cheers," Vinny says to Jen. His attention is snatched and he looks to the stage, gives a quick nod in agreement and then looks back to Angel. "So ya got a name.. Or are you going to be a bit mysterious?"

Marly shrugs, taking another swig of her pinapple juice, "Cause I ain't much of a drinker?"

Jack seperates a bit to applaud Khalvos' speech, having no glass to toast. "Hear, hear." Then it's back to dancing. "Like what, exactly, Pirate? Thought your kinds were fearless raiders. Since when did questions scare you?"

"For tonight, my name is merely Angel," is the reply to Vinny's question. "I like mystery. It's a masquerade after all, no?" She apparently doesn't notice Karlan staring at her, though, with all of the people in here.

The new drinks are made and delivered to Vinny and Angel, Jens too busy to make any of his little comments for the moment.

Robinson nods at Lillith with a smile, "I'm not that great and I've not practised for a long while..." At Boomer's interruption of Khal's speech he frowns and shakes his head, anger rising in his eyes. He applauds though along with a few others, but keeps his eyes fixed on Boomer for a while before shaking his head as if to clear his thoughts for a second, the third glass finally gets a proper sip. He asks Lillith, "So you not going to treat us to a song tonight?"

Karlan taps his fingers on the bar and just watches the angel, setting down the glass after it hits the slightly curved surface of his mask. He chuckles at himself and shakes his head.

"What, are you daft?" Boomer asks 'Marly'. "I'm not talkin' about drinks." He makes a crude motion to his crotch to explain. "That. You interested?"

The Demarian pirate chuckles, shaking her head. "Ah, keelhauling and walking planks is one thing, but questions quite another, mate." She looks down at Jack, grinning mischeviously. "Though now that I know you don't mind questions, perhaps I'll ask a few at a later date, meh?" A flick of an ear, and a deft step to the left steers her around a Timonae couple, a little too close for comfort this time.

Marly snorts, "You fucking wish." She replies, taking a page out of 'Vinny's' book and giving Boomer the one fingered salute. With a pleasant smile, Khal makes his way through the crowd towards the bar. On the way he grabs a glass of champagne and soon arrives at the bar. Taking a seat close fairly near to Robinson and Lillith, Khal motions tothe bartender, ordering a glass of burbon.

Vinny grins and nods. "Well Angel," he says, trying to play it smooth. "Ya perfectly right, we all enjoy a bit of mystery. Just call me Vinny for the night." He takes the next Helix and knocks it back in one hit. For the time being, he's not paying any attention to the discussions happening further down the bar.

"I think not." Lillith says with a little smirk, eyeing the more than half-empty bottle of champagne. "Too many people around, it's a bit too embarassing. I'm not -that- drunk." She laughs, then shakes her head. "Maybe some other time."

"I never minded questions from you, Pirate." Jack responds. "It's your friends that I'm in disagreement with. Muzzle that fuckin' Timonae, or someday, he's going to get shot."

"You can only fit one fuckin' finger?" Boomer responds. "You need a real man then." He returns the symbol, adding on a tongue wagging for affects.

Karlan turns his head towards the Timonae for a moment, then at Boomer. His eyes roll back for a moment, and he turns around to watch Angel and Vinny.

The bourbon is delivered, and Jens moves near to the girl being propositioned by the rather rude man. "Everything all right here?" He asks mildly. "Need some more juice?"

Angel chuckles and nods, throwing back the second Helix just like the first. She looks curiously up the bar at Marly's words, her head tilting slightly to the side. "Huh. Wonder what that was all about... oh," she says, having missed Boomer's first comment, but definitely catching the gesture. "Uh, wow. Okay, that's not something you see every day."

"Yah looking ta get yahself castrated." Marely replies with a sorta loud snarl, "Leave off. Now."

Robinson glances again towards Boomer, "You have security in place don't you?" He gestures towards Boomer, "Just that guys asking for a severe beating." He also glances towards the half-done bottle of champagne, "This stuff goes to my head far too quickly."

"So you admit you want my balls?" Boomer shoots back, no snarl, nothing more then the baritone growl. "Knew you'd come around."

Kitty snorts softly, shaking her head. "I know. He's no friend of mine, trust me. Right now, he's useful to me, and that's it. I still expect to end up with a knife in my back from that one." The Demarian chuckles, then bumps into another couple, earning an angry glare. "Hrr, perhaps I should pay more attention to where I'm going, meh?"

Aragorn decides to head for the bar.

Karlan turns to the armoured man. "Interesting man, that one, yes? Good thing security's posted. I can see the angry glares bouncing off him."

"Am I really that obvious?" Lillith says a bit petulantly. "I thought my costume was really good..." She trails off, apparently noting the altercation for the first time. "Yeah, it'll get handled."

Vinny passes a glance over his shoulder to see what Angel was looking at. And then he hears Marly's comment, he remains quiet for the time being. "Where the hell is security?" he mutters to himself. "Last time I talked with Lydia, she said this place had security."

"More like you don't want to be a man anymore, not like you were much ah one in the first place." Marly retorts, with a glare.

Jack acks as he is jostled, offering a glare toward the pair. "Maybe. We're takin' up alot of the dance floor. Did Silvereye ever mention a meeting with you?"

"All right, that's enough." Jens says firmly. "No fighting here." He places a hand on the bar between Boomer and 'Marly'. "Let's just walk away and let this go, all right?"

"I'd recognise those eyes anywhere," says Robinson. Realising what he's just said he blushes furiously, in a sort of self-defence he reaches for the bottle again, but

Draining the glass of champagne in one gulp, Khal sends a nod to the bartender and lifts the bourbon. Turning in his seat to watch the arising altercation, Khal quirks an eyebrow.

"I ain't fuckin' movin. I paid for this seat." Boomer tells Jens, crossing his arms over his chest. "So, either she's gotta go, or you throw her out." He could get thrown out too, but let's not make suggestions that are bad for him.

"Even in another colour?" Lillith teases gently, not in the least bit embarassed. It's difficult to be embarrased when you've been drinking for about four hours. "It took me forever to get these lenses in."

The Demarian shakes her head, her visible ear flicking. "Can't say that he did. Why?" She quirks an eyeridge, and looks down at Jack, mrrling softly. "Hrh, did you want to go talk? We can always do it later, if you'd rather stay."

"Yah can let go ah that dream, I ain't goin' anywhere." Marly says with a smirk. Glass is raised and Pinapple juice sipped at calmly.

"Sure, let's go talk." Jack responds, taking his claws off the woman's flank. "I'll meet you at the harbor."

"This place does have security," Angel replies, still peering down the bar at Boomer and Marly. "I'm sure someone will take care of things before they get out of hand, no?" She blinks up at Jens as he intervenes. "See? Told you."

Robinson shakes his head, "You mean they're not brown?" He can't help but smile a little. She's assured him Boomer will be taken care of, so he lets the matter go. "I should pay more attention."

Kitty chuckles, and pads out after the 'Zangali', heading towards the door.

"Fine. No one moves. No one fights, no one throws insults. Got it?" Jens says firmly.

Aragorn gets to the bar stands on his tippytoes and waits, hoping to get the attention of the barman.

"Well then, we got a fuckin' problem." Boomer responds, keeping his seat. "No insults or what?"

"Yeah, but that blokes starting on me sister," Vinny replies with a solemn, looking back to Angel. He closes his eyes and then says to himself. "I ain't doing a thing... She's got security, her place to do things."

"Green actually." Lillith says with a laugh, refilling her glass from the near-empty bottle. "From my father's side. Luckily I didn't get the red hair, that would have been rather strange." She sips her glass thoughtfully, keeping one eye on the fight.

"Or my friends will come and escort you off of the ship. My friends have stun guns, and they don't care if you wet your pants." Jens says, and it becomes rather obvious now that two of the 'waiters' are paying very close attention to the man.

Marly turns back to face the bar, setting her glass on the bar with a smile to Jens, "I ain't got a problem with that."

"Good." Jens says approvingly to Marly, then turns to go face the kid trying to get his attention. "What can I get you tonight?"

"I've matured," notes Crusoe. "A couple of years back I wouldn't have waited to see if this would have gotten dealt with, I'd have marched over and attempted to flatten the guy." He shrugs, "Sort of boring being mature don't you think?"

"That's your sister?" Angel inquires, head tilted to the side. "Ah, I see. It looks like security's taking care of the problem now though, hm?" She looks Boomer over dubiously before turning away, back toward Vinny.

Creighton walks back into the Harlequin, opera cloak trailing. His walking stick is tucked under his arm, and he counts a stack of credit notes before folding them and putting them in his pocket.

Aragorn turns his attemption away from Marly and friends as Jens speaks to him and asks, "Hey. Can I getta lemon, lime and bitters, please?"

"Fuck your security, and fuck this ship." Boomer suggests helpfully. "Back-ass Lunite goat rapers." Then he's up and heading for the door. The Masquerade crew may not mind if he wets his pants, but he probably does.

Marly snickers loudly to herself, obviously amused.

"Have a great night!" Jens calls cheerfully after the departing man, then goes to make Aragorn's drink. "Do you want a twist with that, bud?"

"Mmh, I don't know, it has its perks." Lillith comments thoughtfully, then grins. "You want the last bit of the bottle, or shall I do the honours?" She asks curiously, lifting it from the melting ice. "Not that there's not plenty where it came from."

Vinny swivels on his stool and watches as Boomer departs. with a perfectly straight face, he turns back to face Angel. "Ya wanna another drink?" he asks. "Try something different? Ya tell me what ya want, and I'll grab a couple for us."

Creighton ends up at the bar a few stools away from everyone, sitting down and setting his walking stick next to him.

"Do the honours yourself," Robinson glances towards Jens. "We should probably get another bottle. I'm drunk, but not drunk enough." He grins, probably more to himself. Drunk enough for what?

Aragorn ummms and nods, "Yeah, ok."

Marly finishes up her pinapple juice, sliding the empty glass towards Jens with a smile, "Thanks for the help." She says, also giving a nod to the other 'waiters'.

Karlan lets out a slight sigh, stepping softly from his bench to another, closer to creighton. "Perhaps coming with a mouthless mask was a bad idea. I'm the only sober man here."

Lillith pours the rest of the bottle into her glass, then calls for another as Jens finishes up Aragorn's drink and hands it to the boy. The bartender raises an eyebrow, but doesn't comment, sticking a new bottle in the ice. "I'm not carrying you to bed." He warns Lillith, who just laughs.

"Let's go for the gusto, hm?" Angel replies, grinning at Vinny. "Long Island Iced Tea. Ever had one?"

Aragorn thanks Jens and looks back over at Lillith as he sucks his drink through a straw.

The words are out of Robinson's mouth before he can stop them, "Hope not." His eyes widen and he reaches for the glass in front of him finishes it off before reaching for the bottle again.

Lillith can't hide a small smile, then glances over at the gallant knight giving her a perusal. "Good evening." She says politely to him, and inclines her head. "Having a good time?" She asks, sipping her champagne.

"I've only had two," Creighton replies, shrugging. "Probably all I will have, too. It's difficult to deal with a hangover and some of the guests we get at the same time."

Vinny slowly shakes his head. "Nah, can't say I have," he replies, rubbing at the part of the bandanna that goes across his nose. He looks to Jens once more. "Two Long Island Iced Tea, cheers mate." Vinny digs into his pockets once more and withdraws a handfull of credits, and places them on the counter. "So what d'ya do for a living Angel?"

"Two long islands." Jens says, though there's a bit of warning in his voice. "You know, I really wouldn't like to have the morning shift tomorrow after drinking all night." He muses to himself, outloud, as he pours.

Robinson won't have noticed the smile hiding behind his glass, he starts to nod towards Lillith before realising the question isn't aimed at him, he follows her eyes and they come to rest on the short Knight, "And who might you be Sir?" There's a definite approval in the man's... aura.

"Bartender," Angel says, offering a sly grin to the cowboy. "But I won't tell you where. That'd be giving things away, hm?" She snorts at Jens, and waves a dismissive hand. "I'm fine," she insists, teetering a wee bit on the barstool.

Karlan chuckles, shaking his head at Creighton. "Ah, yes, of course. Although, considering the whole waiting crew and the captain are likely to wake up tomorrow feeling like the ship landed on them, I think she'd be somewhat lenient."

Aragorn gulps, "Uhh... hi." and shrugs, "It's ok. Was more fun before my friend went crazy." Looking over at Robinson he says, "I'm Sir Aragorn of the Round Table. Who..." he thinks for a moment, "might you be my good Sir?" He smiles to himself somewhat pleased.

Marly stands, moving down the bar to Vinny. Reaching him, she pulls some credits out of her pocket, holding them out to him, "Here, i'm going for a walk."

"Probably so, but someone needs to be around to excuse the wait staff and captain for their shortness," Creighton replies wryly. "I've never been a particularly heavy drinker, anyway."

Lillith hides a laugh behind her hand, though it's not a rude one, more pleasantly surprised than anything else. "Girls go crazy a lot. We're good at it. They'll only get worse the older you get." She promises impishly, leaning back against Robinson slightly.

Vinny chuckles, and then nods. He's about to repsond to Angel and then hears Marly's voice. The 'cowboy' slowly turns and takes the credits them. "Huh? Where ya going? Ya becareful, that bloke might be around still." He passes a somewhat concerned look back to Angel, and then looks back to Marly. "I hope ya going straight back on board."

"Yes, I suppose we'll need someone to make an apology," Karlan muses, looking over at the woman in a red dress. "Jens, keep an eye on our little... angel," he says, the unfamiliar word rolling off his tongue strangely, "I think she might fall back from the bench, or worse, foward onto that guy."

Marly nods, leaning in for a brief hug to Vinny, "That's probably the best idea. I was just thinkin' ah wanderin' around here a little then maybe comin' back, I dunno."

"Don't worry." Jens chuckles, pouring himself a glass of soda water and sipping it as he gets a brief moment to relax. "She can handle herself. If she gets out of hand I'll just have one of the guards zap her."

Angel starts on her drink, this time at a slightly more sedate pace. Her eyes wander the room briefly, almost as if she were looking for someone, before she turns back to Vinny. "So, what do you do for a living, cowboy? Aside from roping steer and riding horses, that is."

Robinson leans forward a little. The Terror of the Solar System is worse than a sixteen year old at the cinema with that girl he really likes. Anyone who's been following his progress might expect him to yawn and stretch any minute now. However with the distraction of the young boy, some of his awkwardness leave his general bearing, "Sir Aragorn eh? I brave Knight am Sir J..." He shakes his head a litle. Damned Champagne. "I mean Robinson Crusoe, brave explorer and voyager, cast adrift these many years." He glances towards his coconut, "With only this nut for company."

"Funny, that's what the coconut says." Lillith interjects with a faint grin.

Karlan rolls his eyes behind the mask, shaking his head. "I still remember last time you took her drinking, Jens. But I suppose she can't handle herself only when you're pouring the drinks... Oh, wait."

Creighton chuckles, looking up at the bartender. "If you would, Jens, I'd like a gin and tonic, heavy on the tonic."

"I'm a gunsmith," Vinny replies to Angel, but still looking at Marly. "Marl, ya get in trouble ya head back to the ship and get in touch with me... Hell, I know ya might be able to handle yaself, but ya me sister." With a defeated sigh given, he looks back to Angel, taking a sip from the glass. "Sorry about that."

"Heavy on the gin, Jens," Karlan interlopes. "He's usually a few drinks away from actual sobriety."

Aragorn sighs at Lilliths preduction of doom and gloom and simply says to her, "Well that kinda sucks." He turns back to Robinson though and asks, a big note of interest in his voice, "You're an explorer ... good Sir?" and he follows that with a smile, "With a nut for company?"

Jens nods at Creighton's request. "Sure thing, boss. Rocks? You want a lime twist?" He retrieves a glass and flips it deftly off the back of his hand.

Angel shakes her head, chuckling. "Family is important, no? I understand completely." She smiles then, tilting her head to the side. "Gunsmith, hm? That sounds... interesting. I can't say that I know the first thing about guns, though," she says, shrugging apologetically at Vinny. "So, what do you think of the drink?"

Marly gives Vinny's hand a little squeeze, "Don't worry, if anythin' seems off I'll do just that." With that said, she's off.

Lillith listens to the conversation, sipping her champagne and smiling softly. She doesn't seem terribly inclined to interject anything, dealing with a small bout of dizziness at the moment.

"Lime yes, rocks no," answers Creighton, adding the dry suggestion that, "Perhaps it's not me that's a few drinks from sobriety, but everyone else who's a few past it."

Karlan laughs profusely behind the mask, nodding. "Well, I certainly am, which is why I haven't taken off my mask to drink yet."

Vinny watches as his sibling departs, and then looks back to Angel. "It's good." He pauses for a moment, thinking most likely. "What's in this?"

The drink is deftly assembled, easy on the gin, with a neat little lime twist on the edge of the glass. "There you go!" Jens says, sliding it in front of Creighton.

Robinson can't help but laugh at Lillith's input to the conversation. Still chuckling he nods to Aragorn, "I am. I've sailed the seven seas and journeyed to faroff lands." He seems to be growing into his role, however confused he seems to have got it, however the beard is starting to slight a little down his face, the white beard, already at odds with the black wig is now contending with the blond-grey of his own neat beard underneath.

"Ummm..." Angel starts to answer, her brow furrowing. "Tequila, rum, triple sec, vodka, and..." She trails off, tapping one silver-lacquered nail against the bar. "Gin, that's it. Some sour mix, and some cola, and you've got an iced tea." She smiles, and sips at her drink again.

"Thank you," Creighton says, sipping from the glass and setting his hat down on the bartop. "I wonder if that whist game I started down in the game room is still going on. I'm up a hundred twenty credits right now."

Moving with his glass of bourbon, Khal arrives beside the group of Lillith, Robinson, and Aragorn. Taking a stiff drink, he nods to each as he arrives. Aragorn whoas, genuinely interested now, "Really? Where ... is it that you have been, Sir Robinson?"

Karlan chuckles. "I need to learn how to play those games. Rish already offered to teach me pool, but we got sidetracked." He shrugs, looking around the room and spotting the angel.

Lillith laughs again, quietly, though she seems a bit unsteady. "I remember why I don't get drunk..." She murmurs softly, setting down her champagne. A minute later, a glass of water is deposited next to the flute, and she takes it gratefully, with a smile at the bartender.

"It's fairly simple to learn but rather difficult to master," Creighton says. "Hence, my winnings. It'd probably be good form to lose a bit if I go back down, so I don't know that I will."

Vinny looks at the Long Island and raises a brow. "Be bloody feeling this in the morning," he states, looking back to Angel. The 'cowboy' takes another sip from the glass. "Well, it's worth it. Good drink and good company." he finishes off with a sly wink.

"Hmm, me too, actually," Angel muses, chuckling. After a moment, she shrugs dismissively. "I don't get to do this often. I -do- have to work in the morning, though, and I'm trying not to think about it." She goes back to sipping idly at her drink, grinning as Vinny winks at her.

Karlan nods at Creighton and pats his back, standing up quickly. "Excuse me, he says, stalking towards where the angel is sitting and towering above the two humans. "Hey, is this guy boring you? Why don't you talk to me instead, I'm from a whole different planet," he says, his voice a sheer expression of mixed amusement and arrogance.

"To the land of Lilliput, where men stand no taller than a Nemoni," says Robinson. "Afterwards I sailed to Brobnag, where I was befriended by giants larger than a Zangali." He nods, "Strange people." It's obviously been some time since he read the source material. As Lillith wobbles slightly he puts his hand out to support the woman. He's got her round the arm.

Vinny looks up to Karlan, with an arched brow. "Just because a person comes from a different planet mate, doesn't mean that they're always interesting," he states, completely indifferent. "Ya could the dullest person around and be from a different planet." The cowboy rubs the back of his neck and sighs.

Aragorn whoas, "That's cool. Never been to the Nemoni's planet but people bigger then the Zangali would be way freaky." He genuinely asks, "Were you scared?"

Listening to the story of Robinson, Khal smiles and takes a seat. "You play your character well Sir. It has been intersting to see how each person represents the costume which they veil themself with."

"I claim that title, thank you," Creighton says, looking over at Vinny before going back to his tonic and tonic.

Lillith settles back comfortably against Robinson, grateful for the support. The dizziness seems to be fading, though she still takes sips of the water and avoids the champagne for the moment. She's still just listening to the conversation.

"Ooh, so you are," Angel says, looking up, up, up, at the towering form of Karlan. "Hey, I think I know you from somewhere. Oh, yeah. Definitely. Really well." She flushes slightly, giggling. "Mmmm, he's not boring me, but if you're here to carry me off, then there's not really much I can do about it, no?" She grins, sipping the rest of her drink down, and setting the empty glass aside.

Karlan chuckles lightly and offers the angel a hand, the blue eyes sparkling beneath the sombre mask. "Of course not. We aliens have strange and compelling powers, so you'll come with me."

The lunite is actually doing terribly but isn't letting that stop him, he finally notices Khal and nods to the man, but continues talking to Aragorn, his confidence is returning in spades, moreso with the martian devil right where he wants her to be. "Scared? It would take more than giants to scare an explorer of my caliber good sir. I'm sure you have similiar tales of your own to tell." He chuckles, a job well done. Still on the champagne himself, perhaps a bottle behind the devil, he picks up his glass and sips.

Creighton sits and works at his drink, withdrawing from conversation.

Vinny shrugs, and returns to his drink. "It was good to meet ya Angel," he politely says. The Timonae is reward with a yawn, be it deliberate or accidental is open to debate.

Angel smiles, and stands up, offering a drunken hug, and a kiss on the cheek to Vinny. "Thanks for the drinks, cowboy. I'm sure I'll see you again, no?" She grins, and takes a couple of steps toward Karlan, pretty obviously having a hard time with her balance.

Aragorn looks at Khal for a moment and then at Robinson, grinning, "Indeed, Sir Robinson. No explorer or knight of any worth would... show fear at the sight of mere giants. I, myself was on... the most honourable of quests. To save the uhhh Holy Grail from the hands of the most evil of black knights." He lets out a deep breath.

"Ooh, sounds scary." Lillith finally says, eyes going wide with feigned shock. "I would be frightened, you are all so very brave." The water is gone by this point, and after some internal debate, she picks up the champagne flute again.

Karlan sweeps an arm between the angel's back and her wings, supporting her as he walks steadily. "I think you ought to sober up, for a while. Come with me, winged woman?"

Amused at the sharing of tales, Khal places an elbow on his knee and rests his head upon his hand. Taking in a soft breath, Khal smiles and speaks. "I am afraid my tale lacks such valor and courage. I have lived a life of a scholar. A man on a constant persuit of knowledge, not land or objects. I traveled the lands in search of new views and idea's. Although, I was one of the key influences in the philosophy of Democracy. Very dull compared to your tales though." As he smiles, the glass of bourbon once again raises to his mouth for a stiff drink.

"Maybe you will, maybe ya won't Angel," Vinny says, between sips of the drink. "You and ya mate take care." He turns his attention to the main group.

Robinson nods in affirmation to Lillith, "We are." He chuckles at Khal, "Philosophy eh? We should have a chat on the Haste sometime. Not tonight though." He bends down slightly, this time probably conciously his arm slips from his side to around Lillith's waist. Conciously he probably hasn't had enough to drink yet. The move is to offer his glass in toast to the brave Sir Aragorn, "To Heroes. Because without us, the bad guys would always win."

Angel staggers uncertainly for a moment before falling into step with Karlan. "Hmm, thanks. I don't think falling over would be pretty in these shoes," she notes, chuckling. "Mmmm, sorry, by the way. I guess I -have- had a few too many..." At the toast from Robinson, she somehow manages to snag a glass of champagne from a waitress, and holds it up. "To heroes!" she exclaims, completely heedless of the fact that she didn't hear anything previous to the toast.

Aragorn looks at Khalvos, "Cool." and then turns back to Robinson as he begons to talk. At the toast he grins and raises his glass also, "Yeah."

Karlan chuckles and leads - perhaps 'carries' is a better word - the drunken angel out of the room, stepping firmly with his arm wrapped around her.

Nodding with a happy smile, Khal takes a drink. "Indeed, we should. But as you said, not tonight. Tonight is saved for pleasant company." As Khal looks to his Angel who has stumbled into the toast, he smiles and raises his own glass to the men. "To good drink aswell gentlemen. To good drink." Khalvos smiles heartily at this.

"Aww, everyone's going to bed." Lillith says a bit morosely, glancing around the slowly clearing out resturant. "Is it that late already? I didn't even realize." She finishes her glass, then holds it up for a refill. "Can you pour me, please Je...eh...whatever your name is right now."

Vinny knocks back his drink in one hit, and uneasily rises from his chair and makes his way towards the door. He stops by Robinson and nods. "Ya bloody right about that mate," he blinks several times and makes his way towards the door. He mumbles something and continues on his way.

"I'll be here long into the night," Creighton says. "However, I'm not planning on getting any more drunk than I am now."

Robinson laughs at Angel's reply to his toast and raises his glass in her direction, the same to Vinny. The man turns his attention to Khal, "To drink, even though I'm going to regret it in the morning." As Lillith makes her request, he nods, even though she can't see it. He puts the glass down to free up his left hand and picks up the bottle, the second bottle is faring better than the first one. But that's usually the case anyway.

"Don't stay up too late, Bailey." Lillith says, still holding up her glass, pursing her lips slightly. "We can sleep in tomorrow because of the late liftoff, but I don't want you cutting short your sleep. I can change and take over if I have to." She's obviously rather drunk if that seems in any way possible, though she doesn't seem to care right now.

Aragorn looks over at Angel and then at Vinny before drinking from his glass, light dancing on him as he moves.

Creighton snorts. "I rather expect I'll be apologizing for you tomorrow, Captain," Creighton answers, tempering the remark with a smile. "Don't worry on my account."

Robinson glances down at Lillith, "What time you taking off?" His free hand picks up his own flute, but he doesn't drink from it yet.

Nodding to the toast, Khal drains the rest of his bourbon with a stiff intake of breath after. Placing it down with authority on the table, Khal leans back against the bar. Shooting a glance over tothe food table, Khal sighs as he see's it is almost completely empty. Looking back to the group he simply enjoys relaxing and waiting listening to the conversation of others.

"Do you really think I'll let a hangover keep me down?" Lillith replies a bit sternly, a little more focus coming to her face. "I'll get my usual three or five hours, get some tea in me and I'll be fine. Now, if I wake up still drunk, that's an entirely different story. I'll still be able to work..." She glances over her shoulder at the Lunite. "Late evening, like we usually do."

Aragorn turns to Khal now and asks after a momentary pause, "A-and who are you, good Sir?"

"If I didn't have this mask on, I'd be raising my eyebrow," Creighton says wryly. "Sleep in, Captain, and I'll handle everything up until departure."

"Well," he offers. "We'll always have New Paris." There's a beat as though something amusing crosses his mind, "I don't even have to take the ship there."

Turning to Aragorn as he speaks, Khal extends a hand. "If you are referring to my costume, I am the ancient human philosopher Socrates." Tilting his head to the side for an instant, Khal continues. "If you are refering to the person behind the mask, I am Khalvos Ward. And you are?"

"You just lost me." Lillith says vaguely, frowning a little. "I'm sorry, can you go over that one more time for me?" She then makes a face at Creighton. "I -never- sleep in. I don't want to set a dangerous precedent, do I?"

Aragorn extends his metallic-looking hand to shake Khals, "I am Sir Aragorn of the Round Table. Pleased to meet you Sir Socrates."

"I said sleep in and I meant it. If I have to bar your door and flood the room with knockout gas, you're sleeping in, and that would be a whole lot of trouble so please just agree with me and take one morning off," Creighton replies.

Khal shakes the hand in return, finding it oddly un-metalic. "A pleasure indeed, Noble Aragorn." With this, Khal looks down for a moment and straightens his toga.

"La Terre," he explains. "It's on the Centauran's grid." He smiles as though forming a plan, under the influence of the champagne it seems like a very good plan, "I could fly the Haste out to Shalyaris and in the blink of a cosmic clock... wham I'm on La Terre."

Lillith mutters softly at being strongarmed into sleeping. "I'll work in my room, and you'll never know." She threatens Creighton, then nods in understanding up at Jeff, shifting a bit to get more comfortable. "It's not like there's any real way to make me sleep in, my body's not used to it."

"I'll have Karlan turn off your computer," Creighton counter-threatens. "I suppose you don't have to sleep in, so long as you're not working. Watch a holo or something."

Aragorn nods in reply, smiling and looks around the rest of the conversation.

Robinson takes a sip of his champagne, "So.. Socrates... managed to talk with the Governor yet?" As Lillith moves around to get comfortable the lunite gives her a small squeeze around the waist.

Looking towards Robinson with a smirk, Khal shakes his head slowly. "Unfortunatly no. I look forward to the opportunity though." Leaning over the bar, Khal motions towards his glass for another with a nod to the bartender. "Perhaps the time will come soon. Until then I am pleased to simply get to know the various people in this community."

Lillith smiles a bit at the squeeze, and lets one of her hands rest against Robinson's where it's tucked against her waist, fingers twining with his. She makes a little face at Creighton, though it's in good humour. "You're so mean to me, Bailey. All right, I'll rest in the morning. Jeesh. You're as bad as Rish and her worrying about having missed my birthday. I keep telling her to let it go..."

Larin steps back in from his jaunt elsewhere, a large frown present on his lips. Quite frankly he looks a wreck despite his rather dapper uniform.

"A few more and you'll be trying to forget them," Creighton answers. "You know, I think I'm going to go and try some more whist. Perhaps we'll have some better players now."

Jens takes the refill quickly, not having as much to do now, he's just cleaning and listening to the conversations, mostly. The drink is returned to Khalvos with a new coaster.

Robinson can't help but grin at the hand, but tries, /tries/ to stay sociable. "Well, you've picked an interesting time to get into New Luna's politics." He glances down at the boy, "Tired Sir Knight?" He hasn't noticed Larin yet.

Aragorn shakes his head, sipping his drink, "No, Sir Robinson."

"Mmh, have a good game, Bailey." Lillith says pleasantly to the concierge, taking a sip from her glass. "Don't hustle the guests too badly, now." She adds, with a small grin.

Larin takes off his hat for a moment and scratches his head, an even bigger frown coming to his lips as he surveys the crowd again. He stifles a curse and wanders into the crowd of people looking rather lost.

"Oh, don't worry, I plan on losing fifty or sixty credits," the Sivadian answers. "You know, I've had a devil of a time finding good card players..." he says, taking his walking stick and heading for the door.

"I agree, these so seem to be troubled times for New Luna politics." Khal says this as he spots Larin entering the room once again. His attention seems to be diverted as Creighton makes his exits. "Its a shame he's left. I enjoy a good game of cards."

Kastaprulyi wanders into the restaurant, rising to float over shoulder level as it enters, as if to get a better look. A loose netting of gray fuzz is draped over Kas' gel suit. This continues down each of the eight arms to end in a fuzzy claw. An arachnid head represented by a transparent hollow shell of fiberglass with eight glittery eyes is attached on one side of the Centauran. A fiberglass representation of a spider's spinneret is attached at the opposite end.

Larin finally makes his way over towards Lillith and Robinson. On closer inspection he looks as if he is sick. "There you are.", Larin announces. "I uhm ... don't eat the shell fish. For the love of God avoid the shell fish." He pauses and looks around a bit. "I hope Raisa didn't end up making it tonight ... did she?"

Robinson follows Creighton as he leaves for his games, "I play cards, but I'm not in the mood for a game of whist right this second." He smiles at Lillith. As Larin joins them he raises an eyebrow, "I'll keep that in mind." He runs his eye over the uniform with an approving nod, "Definitely suits you Mr Weyr." He takes another sip of his flute.

"Hello, Mr. Weyr!" Lillith says cheerfully, too drunk to remember the fact that she's in costume, and probably not recognizable. Then again, there's not many people that would be snuggling with his boss, so that narrows things down. "Would you like a drink?"

Aragorn finishes his drink and turns around to face the bar and try and get the attention of the barkeep.

"You want a refill?" Jens asks the kid in the armour, holding out his hand for the empty glass. "Or did you want something different this time?"

"Ha...has anyone seen Raisa?", Larin repeats, worry prevailing over sickness. He waves away the suggestion of a drink. "Hello...Captain? I see you two are enjoying yourselves." At Ryan's appraisal he does manage a smile. "Its rather comfortable. Shame I can't wear it all the time."

Aragorn nods and ummms, "What else is there? Something different'd be nice."

Kastaprulyi slides around various partygoers here and there (holding its arms in a more jointed-looking way only when examined). The young Centauran then notices the uniquely-shaped suit at the bar and sends him a feeling of greeting, starting over in his direction.

Khal continues to listen to the various people as he takes another swig of his bourbon which seems to flow easily now. Turning his gaze to the large spider costume, Khal grins widely. "Either that is by far the best costume I have seen tonight, or this bourbon is the best I have ever drank."

"Well, I can get you...some flavoured soda water, or a cola, or a lemonade, or I can make you a lemon-lime soda with cherries in it." Jens says, thinking to himself. "I've got milk, and coconut juice, and all kinds of other juices."

Aragorn thinks about it, "What can you make with that?"

"Raisa's been and gone," nods Robinson. "Thankfully." There's not spite in that, he just glances down at Lillith meaningfully. He reaches over for the bottle of champagne that's now sitting in water and refills his glass, he holds it hovering over Lillith's, waiting for confirmation perhaps. "I need to organise your other uniform anyway. The robes were only meant to be for non-combat situations." The words almost flow together correctly, but there's some slight pauses as he thinks of the next sentence. The boss. Is drunk. Not too much, but drunk.

Aragorn thinks about it, "What can you make with that?" he looks to his left and right briefly before return ing to the barkeep.

"She took off with my engineer for a while, then came back, and took off." Lillith agrees, lifting her glass for a refill. She's had quite a bit more to drink than Robinson, and it shows quite clearly. "You feeling all right? I can wake up the doctor if you need that looked at. I think she's back onboard."

"How about I just make you something, then you tell me if you like it or not?" Jens suggests, then sets to mixing different things, a little coconut juice, some pinapple, a bit of orange juice, a dash of soda water to make it fizz a little, then two cherries and a small slice of orange on a toothpick, dropped into the glass. "Here you go." He says, handing the drink back down.

Kastaprulyi returns a silent greeting in reply to Khal's glance. Kas then drops as it slips over the stool next to its crewmate, spider-head facing the direction opposite the bar and seems to watch the bartending attentively. "What's the party been like?" Kas inquires interestedly.

A very distinct curse, not suitable in public, is uttered by Larin. "Well its all gone to hell now. I doubt she'll speak to me after this...", Larin replies with a frown. He looks to Lil and shakes his head. "A doctor won't help much. Unless they've got a gun ... a gun would do wonders right now."

In one final motion, Khal drains the glass of bourbon and stands from the stool. Looking around, he sends a brief nod to the rest of the group. "Well, I believe I will retire for the night. I hope you all enjoy the rest of your nights."

Aragorn looks at the drink and goes to take it before startling as Kas speaks to him. He looks over... "Whoa. A giant spider!" He grins, "Cool."

Crusoe gives a nod to Kastaprulyi, "Greetings young one. I've been to Shalyaris just recently." He chuckles at Larin, not offering his own to help the man, "You ran into her earlier?" And with a wave he bids farewell to Khal, "Sleep well." Finally, he glances down at Lillith, "How you doing down there?"

"Good..." Lillith drawls lazily, raising her half-empty glass in salute. "How are you doing up there?" Her Martian accent is a bit more audible now, though not by much. She glances over at the Centauran, and gives a smile. "That's so clever, I like it. Don't you think that's cute, Mr. Weyr? Oh, speaking of cute, Mischa's due in a month. I got word earlier today." She pauses, taking a sip of her drink. "And I meant for your stomach."

"You too Robinson." Lifting a hand in a farewell gesture, Khal turns and walks towards the door, soon exiting the room

"I wove the costume on the way here. I picked spider because their weavings look interesting to me," Kas explains helpfully. "Is your costume a kind of security person?" Kas sends Robinson and Lillith a feeling of greeting and adds, "What'd you go there for?"

Aragorn takes his drink, smiling to the barkeep and tells Kas, "I am Sir Aragorn of the Round Table."

"Who wha- oh yes. Really cute.", Larin mutters dejectedly. He takes off his hat and literally puts his head down on the bar. "I wanted to have fun tonight. I really did." At least the world doesn't seem to be swimming any more for him.

Robinson finally refills Lillith's glass, the bottle partially forgotten in the multiple conversations, mixed with the effects of tiredness and champagne. He smiles as he does so, happy with the way the night's gone. "You realise I've managed to not talk business once." He glances at the hovering spider and chuckles, "Until now. Business, but I've promised not to discuss it tonight." He glances around at a few of the less drunk, more attentive looking guests, "Or I'll be shot." He glances at Larin, "Perhaps Mr Weyr should try discussing business in my stead."

Setting down her glass on the bar, Lillith delicately says, "I think I should go to bed. That's really starting to get to me..." She disentangles herself from Robinson and makes an attempt to get to her feet, swaying slightly. "Woah..."

Robinson gets up himself, "I should probably head back to the Haste anyway." He helps steady Lillith, "Need a hand getting where you're going?"

"Mister Weyr wants to get back to the ship and shoot himself.", Larin replies with a groan. He gathers up his hat and moves to stand. It gets pulled back down on his head firmly. "I'll find her tomorrow and tell her what I must. I will. She'll hear me out." He winces. "Damn that shellfish. Damn it all."

"Probably." Lillith admits ruefully, then laughs. "I was fine until I stood up...Sorry, Mr. Weyr. Maybe we'll get to chat tomorrow when I'm not drunk, before we head to La Terre." She holds onto Robinson's arm tightly, and lets him hold her up.

Robinson leads Lillith out the room, none-too-steady himself, but the mutual support is good for them both.

"What'd Sir Aragorn do?" Kas inquires curiously, returning a feeling of acknowledgement to Robinson. Kas suggests a touch of concern at the intoxicated adults, but doesn't comment.

Lower Hallway  - NLG Masquerade - -	The beginning of this long hallway has a gilded sign with directions to the various guest areas on the level, the crew sections towards the back and out of the way. The walls are a dark purple, edged on the top and bottom with gold, the ceiling lights simple domes of etched glass. The faint smell of the chemicals used to clean pool water are evident, giving the area a fresh scent.

Lydia pauses outside the door to the crew quarters, and gives Jeff a grateful smile. "Thanks for the hand. I had fun tonight, thank you for coming. It was nice to see you."

"Likewise," says Robinson. It's good-night. And he's had enough champagne. He leans down to kiss the woman. " And Captain. For the love of God it's Larin.", Larin inserts as he walks along with the pair to the exit. "I get enough Weyr from the boss." He doesn't smirk however. He watches the kiss with ... envy?

Lydia returns the kiss briefly, though she pulls away before it's over. "I'm too drunk." She says with a small grin, and shakes her head. "Don't do that again or I'll most likely shove my tongue down your throat and then you'll be sorry. Try again when I'm not falling over myself, all right?" She nods in Larin's direction, and gives a little wave. "Sorry you had trouble, hope tomorrow's better. Goodnight, gentlemen."

Ryan nods at her 'too drunk'. And chuckles and promises, "I will." His earlier awkwardness has evaporated. "And goodnight." A quick squeeze of the waist and he lets her go. He turns to Larin, "Back to the Haste Mr Weyr."