RP:Rynvale Beach Bash

The Beach Bash

This event is entirely above board and supposedly sanctioned with all appropriate permits. It is open to the public.

Those who know, know that this event is also a chance to welcome new members to the Rogue's Guild, possibly recruit new members, and maybe even scope out some new talent. This event will take place between the Private Beach and Beachside Villa on Port Rynvale's south shore.

(Directions from Rynvale Recall: 1S, 3W, 2S, 4W, 1S, 1E)

(OOC NOTE: Use the following descriptions to help guide you.)

The Bonfire

Along the soft sands of the open, quiet beach the sound of crackling can be heard from afar. As guests move along the serene area, a large, and tall fire whips in a center circle of stones. The fire is big enough for a multitude of people to occupy and take in the heat from enjoying the waves of the sea. Around the bonfire rests round, different patterned, worn stitched cushions and blankets around the proximity of the bonfire so people can sit around the warmth. Canopies and tents also reside around the area for shade from the sun or for drunken bashers to take a nap in their hazy stupors. Some old wooden tables, barrels, and old rickety chairs have been dragged on the sandy shores for seating and plating, so people can enjoy a solid meal from the Ginger Snapped Bakery. Strings of paper lanterns also align along those tents and around the area for more light for those who stray away from the large fire. Some loose twigs have been left behind if someone wanted to roast something on a stick while they are lounging around the tall orange and blue flames.

Attractions

(Please feel free to NPC an attendant if a PC isn't manning the booth or game.)
(Souvenir items are meant for those who attend IC. Please wait until closing time to collect items otherwise.)

Body Marbling & Temporary Tattoos

A cream colored canopy tent decorated with random splotches of bright colored paints might draw your attention to investigate further. A cardboard sigh at the front of the tent's open side reads "FREE" in red letters. An attendant has been hired to man the attraction for the event and they will be more than happy to walk you through the process!

Tables have been set up in a horseshoe shape along the inside of the tent. On your left is a plethora of bottles and jars of paints in every imaginable color! Some even sparkle and shimmer, others are neon colored and some might even glow in the later hours under the moonlight. These paints have been specifically treated with thickening agents for this project and the attendant may ask that you please not try and mix the colors within their respective containers. You can, however, choose as many or as few colors as you'd like, in any combination. There are no rules!

At the next section of tables are a few bins of salt water. Here you can dot, splash, spill, streak or smear the paints you've chosen on the top of the water. There are also various tools you can use to create designs. When satisfied, slowly dip a body part or article of clothing into the tub and the painted design will adhere around the surface of skin and/or fabric alike. It is sure to last for a day or two and certainly durable enough to withstand a few dips into the ocean but don't worry, it is washable with a bit of scrubbing with soap and water.

The last section of tables in this tent features an array of temporary tattoos in all manner of colors and sizes. There is no order to how they have been strewn about the tables, just feel free to rummage through for one you might like. The attendant will likely busy themselves with replacing any paints and readying those bins for the next patrons. There are no prices listed but there is a glass jar at the back of one of those tables with the logo of an Animal Sanctuary and a scribble about "save the dolphins" that might lead one to believe any donations would be welcomed towards a greater cause. Who says there's no honor amongst thieves?

Arm Wrestling

A large, sawed off stump serves as a table between two seats anchored into the sand, lit by the nearby large bonfire and several lanterns on tables and hung from surrounding booths and canopies. Two contestants meet for a chance to try their physical might against an opponent.

Scoring:
- Players will utilize the bot dice-roll system via Discord to play this game.
- A buy-in of 40g is required to participate.
- Winner takes 100g.
- Draw will split the difference (50g each, and hopefully encourage another attempt).
- If there is conflict between left or right, both roll 1d10. The higher number will determine.
- A maximum of three rounds will occur. Each round the contestant will roll 1d3.
- First to 6 or highest score overall wins. This is not determined by who rolls first.
- RP posts can describe the effort between rolls for the match or pool into one final post.

Five Finger Fillet

An aged dart board has been pilfered from the Jolly Roger amidst renovations and is now stuck in the sand, a white handprint plastered on its front with a dagger in the palm to serve as advertisement for this game of champions. A simple sturdy table has been set up with two chairs, one on either side. Those wishing to compete will ante up 50 gold each. The house will put in 100 gold pieces. Competitors will place their palm on the table, fingers splayed and attempt to stab back and forth between their fingers. If competitors can not decide amongst themselves who will go first, the house will choose someone at random. Identical pocket knives will be provided by the house to keep things fair. This game is a chance to show off motor coordination, dexterity and speed. Because this endeavor is intentionally dangerous, bets can be doubled and tripled (at the agreement of both competitors) as the night wears on and people have probably had a few drinks. Competitors will have three rounds to best their opponents and walk away with some extra gold in their pocket but beware; the house always gets its cut.

Scoring:
- Players will utilize the bot dice-roll system via Discord to play this game.
- A buy-in of 50g is required to participate.
- Winner can walk away with up to 200 gold, or as little as 50 gold (meaning they simply break even).
- Rolls 1-5 equate to a poor roll and injuring in some way the corresponding finger (1 being the thumb and 5 being the pinky).
- Rolls 6-10 equate to a cleared pass, in which no fingers were injured.
- In the event that both players roll poorly, the highest number will win, meaning they made it the longest before stabbing a finger.
- In the event that both players clear their rolls, the highest number will win, meaning they were faster.
- For every cut finger, even if you won the round, the house deducts 25 gold from the winning pot (this amount also increases if the initial bet is increased).

Fireworks Booth

A ramshackle and hastily constructed booth is separated at a safe distance from the others, closer to the water, but the eye catching spray of light from long lit sticks placed in some empty bottles makes it fairly obvious what one might acquire there. While a few cannon-like explosions might light up the night sky in flares of color periodically through the celebration, smaller explosives are available in two different forms. Traditional, handheld sparklers of assorted hue, and a far stranger item that looks as though it should be with the other desserts. It appears to be a wrapped souffle with a wick at the top like a birthday candle, but lighting it would not be granting any wishes. The way the fuse would burn down might warn the buyer to abandon the threat, as it’s filled with tempered dwarven power that will result in a fountain of multi-colored lights erupting a few feet from the item. Who is tending that stall is anyone’s guess, as the smuggler to provide those (currently illegal) souvenirs does have a flair for mystery and mischief.

Food & Drinks

Slushies

Carefully calculated at the farthest point from the ocean side while still being a part of the bash is a booth with a sign advertising "Chilly Refreshments and Snacks" in big bold lettering. A sign on the counter lists the assortment of items available: snow cones, ice cream, slushies with or without real fruit, and rechill of drinks. Another list is present next to first listing a selection of add-ons that can be paired with the ice cream or the slushed drinks: real fruit of strawberries, bananas, and cherries, chocolate syrup, sprinkles, and vodka (adults only). If one were to wonder how the event planners were able to provide such treats, a look at the individual serving at the booth, Emilia, all questions would be answered. Not only are her treats on the chilled side but her booth along with a radius around it sports a more fallish temperature for a reprieve from the summer heat.

Kebabs

Positioned in roughly the opposite direction of the booth serving frostier treats but near the bonfire for easier access to seating is a grill pit dug into the sand and lined with stones that support a large metal grate over top of the coals. Every meat imaginable along with fresh fish caught off the coast is available, stored on ice in boxes near the grill for visitors to skewer and cook for themselves or with the help of Loravelle and a pair of similar looking women (a few of her sisters, if one were to guess), who are manning most of the cooking done here. Vegetables are available too, piled high in small crates to keep them out of the sand. An upturned crate near the grill is covered with clear bottles of different sauces, most of which have a little skull and crossbones tag tied around the bottle's neck with twine to indicate which are spicier than others. Unfortunately these labels have probably been swapped a few times by a small boy attending the event since his mother couldn't find a sitter in time, so proceed with caution.

Other Snacks And Desserts

The Ginger Snapped Bakery has been brought in for catering! Baked and refrigerated goods of all sorts have been put on display for everyone to choose from, ranging from things like a variety of cupcakes, both savory and sweet hand pies, and mini tarts to cake pops, sweet breads, cookies, fudge, and different types of chocolate truffles--basically anything you can think of! There also seems to be a LOT of peanut butter cookies and other peanut butter-themed treats, as if someone ordered these extremely specifically and nothing else. To keep things fresh and properly stocked so food can basically take care of itself, the tables that the treats are laid out on are enchanted to have a bubble of cold around it to keep things from melting in the hot Rynvalian sun, as well as to restock things from the crates with the rest of the goods.

Security

Here stands a cardboard cutout of Mahri. Good luck and may Sven have mercy on your soul.

The Beachside Villa

The back deck of the beachside villa nearby has been recently renovated! There have been arranged some vaguely neat piles of pillows, blankets and a few tents in a variety of sizes and colors. The items are available to use for anyone wanting to try and outstay their welcome. Please return the items to the deck when you're finished with them! The beach house is open to those wishing to use the facilities but is not open for anyone wanting to nap or sleep inside. More than a few people at the nearby party will likely be keeping eyes on the property, just in case.

Live Log of RP

(OOC Note: This is an extremely long log and will be broken up into parts when finished.)

Private Beach, Rynvale Beach Bash

Along the soft sands of the open, quiet beach can be heard mingling. A large stack of freshly cut large logs rest in the middle of a circle of larger rocks. Around the unlit bonfire rests round, different patterned, worn stitched cushions and blankets around the proximity of the pre-bonfire so people can sit around the warmth when it is lit for the celebration. Canopies and tents also reside around the area for shade from the sun or for drunken bashers to take a nap in their hazy stupors. Some old wooden tables, barrels, stumps, and old rickety chairs have been dragged on the sandy shores for seating and plating, so people can enjoy solid snacks from the Ginger Snapped Bakery. Strings of paper lanterns also align along those tents and around the area for more light for those who stray away from the large fire when it is set off as well as random torches that were further away from the bonfire area. Some loose twigs have been left behind if someone wanted to roast something on a stick while they are lounging around the tall orange and blue flames when the flames roar. Various instruments rest a distance away from the bonfire set-up, but they linger for one to possibly pick up and play while guests enjoy the festivities. Along with those instruments is a particular palm husk in the shape of a ‘megaphone’ cone to use as an announcement device. Around the bonfire, there are different booths set around the area with hired servers helping for the occasion. The Ginger Snapped Bakery has offered catering for the Rynvalian event with wonderful treats for the festivities–especially a lot of peanut butter ones for a certain peanut butter lover! One might even want to enjoy a nice icy, spiked slush treat or ice cream to beat the heat of the island. The smell of meat fills the air as there are also kebabs being roasted and served for those who become famished from swimming or from competition. There is also plenty of alcohol being served at a makeshift bar. Endless amounts of different bottles line up. Next to that stand-alone bar are also multiple kegs that sit. Whoever planned this event knows how to party and likes their alcohol. In case someone drank too much alcohol, in the distance resides a beach villa with signs that point where the wash facilities are, but the villa is also on close watch, so do not wear out one’s welcome. Off to the side a large sawed stump sits like a table with two seats for arm wrestling while another table sits with a dartboard with a white painted hand off to the side with a dagger sticking out of it for ‘five finger filet’. Another cream-colored canopy is also set off with a ‘free’ sign on it where one can wander and get a temporary tattoo for the occasion or dabble in body marbling with various colors of paint. Near the sea also sits a booth with sparklers and cannon-like explosives because when the night sets, it will be the perfect time to light up the sky for the celebration of Rynvale!

Leoxander was at the beach scene and finishing setting things up with Tiber and anyone else who was present to do so, the weather breezy and sunny though the wolf might have caught the scent of a change in the distance. Seeing no dark clouds on the horizon, he could hope that they’d get through their celebration, but the Captain knew how quickly Selene could carry a storm over to their chunk of island. Most of the construction work was already completed throughout the passed couple days. Lazily constructed booths slapped with some different colors of paint… all that heavy stuff hauled in, likely by those with the extra, inhuman strength to do so. Now there just seemed to be some final touches and last minute stocking to do. The decorations he left to those with a better eye for it, but prepared kegs with stacked cups and bottles in buckets for Emilia to generously fill with ice, when she should arrive. Overall, quite a sight, though the fact that Leo was unarmored and not head to toe in black might be worth a double-take, too. Black swim trunks hemmed around his knees trimmed with white stitching on the hem, siding and pockets with a white drawstring keeping them secure on his waist, that ‘lucky shirt’ that was only a worn ‘wifebeater’, and he was barefoot for once, giving a glimpse of the strange hourglass and chaos star tattoo on his right calf that few ever saw or noticed. One might guess there was still a blade on his person, somewhere.

Loravelle and two of her sisters have successfully lit their grill so it's ready to go when guests arrive. Rong Pei brought along San Bao since he wanted to see what riding the ferry across to Rynvale was like (and mostly to terrorize his new uncle if he got the chance). Yanwan brought her four daughters, though they've ditched the party entirely and escaped to the street of shops further inland. Lora gushed to them about Aryanne's and they had to see for themselves. They heard something about fireworks, which meant the four girls would turn up later on most likely. Lora and her sisters look somewhat similar in appearance and tended to dress the same even if they're a few years apart in age, so for the sanity of everyone else they decided to color code their clothing. Lora predictably chose a green bathing suit to frolic in the sun, with a green sarong tied at her waist to act as a skirt so her pale legs weren't entirely exposed. Rong Pei favored blue, Yanwan purple. San Bao copied his mother and wore blue swimming trunks and looks like he just climbed out of a mound of sand, choppy black hair a mess and somehow already sandy. The boy decided that he's going to take care of his canine cousins Grim and Git, and has already had his hands swatted by either his mother or either of his aunts several times while they helped set things up for trying to run off with more raw meat for the maned wolves, who looked less and less like pups with each passing day. Lora looks distracted despite everything seeming to go so well, minus her chaotic nephew who she hears screeching near the shore after Grim pounces at him and he falls on his backside in the water. Her five eldest sisters arrived a few nights ago and were already in Gualon with the rest of their large family. Yanwan whispered this news to her earlier in the day, and she hadn't quite shook the surprised expression on her face yet. She hadn't told Leo yet either... Best save the news for after the party, but something told Lora if she kept it a secret he'd be able to tell right away that something was up. It didn't help that she fidgeted with the end of her long braid to help still her typically much steadier hands, but at least she's smiling. This is good. Everything is.

Lita has her hair pinned up in a messy bun, stray raven curls framing her cheeks and neck. Having spent the last hour making sure the attendant manning that painting booth is well versed in the art, her right arm is covered from fingertips to elbow in various shades of dark blue, black and white stripes. Her left arm, absent the more recent leather bracer, is spotted with random bits of color, some of which sparkle, one temporary tattoo of a palm tree on her shoulder. She's wearing a black tank top with a bikini beneath, but the ensemble covers about as much as the usual sundress does anyway. The booths all look amazing, the food smells great, and she's a little surprised they've pulled this mess off without the fireworks portion of the event blowing up in their faces- literally. She remembers to tie a "reserved" sign on the hammock, complete with skull and crossbones motif, and manages to snag a slushy with more alcohol than fruit before too many people show up. She slides her way over to the pirate, offering him a drink of the liquor slushy with hint of raspberry flavoring. "Yah did good." She offers by way of a compliment.

Tiber has been waiting to get out of the castle for weeks now. Life was changing. Life was… different, but altogether, life was finally good. The blonde-haired lycan shows up with washed-out, mint green swim trunks along with a cream, loose, linen button up and brown sandals. Slung on his back is a large guitar case, as the man brought that sunburst guitar for the occasion just in case he wanted to play a few chords in the sand idly. The man scratches his clean-cut stubble as he looks around the area to take a brief pause. Mostly he was finishing up lining those large logs up for the large bonfire tonight. Perhaps he should have waited to do the manual labor, but he figured that he could just wash off in the sea later on. He takes a step back from the bonfire before looking in the distance at the slushie area. "I can use one of those..." He does not know who is really around him at the moment. Lanara had to be somewhere. His attention is then focused on looking for the Kelvarian.

Lanara is eager to skip out on her royal duties so that she can enjoy a day at the beach with her husband and friends on a beautiful island. She had helped out earlier in the morning but left so that she could go swimsuit shopping! She returns wearing a mint green bikini that tightly hugs her goddess-given curves and contrasts nicely against her mocha skin. Most don’t know that she was a swimsuit model for Kreekitaka back in the day, but she still draws the envious glare of most females and the lustful gaze of most men with her confident strut, flawless figure, and breathtaking beauty. Always one to accessorize to fit the occasion; there’s a sparkling seahorse that dangles from her belly button piercing. The woman’s face is void of any makeup, save for a hint of gloss on her lush lips, and she greets those that pass by with a disarming smile. Chestnut tresses reach the middle of her back and a few thin braids are equally spaced out to add a little flair to her look. A large tote bag hangs from her left shoulder and is filled to the brim with things the couple may need during their stay. Lana kicks off her black flip flops and opts to carry them in her hand, rather than kick up sand in every direction. She eventually finds her husband and approaches from behind, as he’s playing with some logs. “What should we do first, Babe?” She reaches for Tiber’s arm with her free hand and gives it a gentle squeeze, as she peers at him expectantly from behind a pair of sunglasses. It seems that people are already starting to trickle in and she’s not sure if they should mark their territory on the sand by placing down towels and belongings, or if they should snag some food and drinks and mingle with their friends. Every so often she pauses to admire the hard work that everyone put into making this event possible and she’s proud to be a part of such a group.

Lita shakes her slushy cup at Tiber if he'd like a drink. He had been entirely helpful with that anatomy lesson when they'd met last. So she'll share.

Leoxander looked up toward Lita as he stood and rested his arms on the counter of a makeshift bar, leaning against it to relax his back a moment. For some reason he was a little sore - could be all the groundwork and hauling supplies. But when the vampire offered that compliment one hand pointed a finger gun Tiber’s way and he answered, “Got that man over there who did most o’it.” Yeah, it was about time for shots, so before others started showing up Leo started aligning enough shot glasses for the count of the rogues present and filled them like a white to dark liquor rainbow with vodka, whiskey and dark rum, producing a relatively quiet whistle to beckon everyone over. “C’mere you lot. We’re gonna toast fer luck.”

Lanara lifts her head to the sound of a whistle and she spies Leo pouring shots for everyone. “We are being summoned.” Taking Tiber’s hand, she tugs him over to the bar and sets her gaze on the one with vodka. She -really- wants one of those pina colada slushies, but first, she’ll have a shot for luck.

Tiber watches as Lanara comes strutting along in her mint bikini. Solid matching skills. Tiber wipes some beads of sweat from his temple before looking down over the little beauty before him. “Oh, shopping I see.” He smirked teasingly before squinting and looking around the area. “We should probably set up a place to land, eh? Then maybe grab a drink? This guitar on my back is sticking to me. I don’t know why I’m being an idiot and not putting it down.” He frowned at himself. The Catalian’s eyes then peer near the shore. “Want to sit close to the water? I miss the sea.” Their days in Cenril. “Of course I love Enchantment, but… that sweet salty smell.” He then attempts to reach for her hand to guide her along, so they can go find a spot. Eyes glance toward Lita, and he squints a little at her wave of slushy cup before moving on. He is clearly oblivious as he nods and moves along with the Kelvarian Tiber stops in his tracks. "Oh, never mind then. Toasting. Right. Yes." Walks backward. . Lita offers smiles and waves to Tiber and Lanara in turn. It's good to see the pair out and about for some fun. She glances over the shots Leo is pouring and then leans a little to eye his fiancee over by the grill. "Lora!" She calls out, "Get your butt over here too!"

Loravelle might end up bombarding both of her sisters with a million excited, hushed questions about their other sisters' arrival if it weren't for the sound of Leo's whistle. Yanwan murmurs some comforting words in their mother tongue to Lora before shooing her off, and Rong Pei not so sneakily steals a drink from a flask she had partially buried in the sand near the grill. It's gonna be a long...however many days their older sisters are in Lithrydel. Good days, but chaotic. The sound of Lita calling for her causes Lora to whip her head around, but not after plucking that flask from her sister before turning tail to head over to the others. It's so exciting to see everybody here and she can't help beaming. Without pockets to stash her sister's flask, she sets it down in the sand and is quick to reach for one of those shot glasses. She needed something for her nerves. Happy nerves, but nerves all the same. Her nephew tries to quietly nudge his way past her to swipe one for himself too. Little sneak.

Lanara smiles sweetly at Lita, “I see that you’ve been testing out some of the body marbling.” She looks great and it’s wonderful to see the woman having fun. As Lora makes her way over to the bar, she calls out, “Hi Lora!” A hand sneaks around Tiber’s waist and she whispers to her mate, “Why are you -still- wearing your guitar? I know it’s your mistress but you -can- put it down from time to time, Babe.” Pause. “Of course we can sit close to the water. I plan on taking a dip.” She adores that their attire matches and she briefly nuzzles his bicep before giving Leoxander her undivided attention. “Do I sense a speech, Cap’n?”

Tiber approaches the group and reaches for a shot glass. He goes for the bottle of whiskey to fill his shot. “Eh, it was nothing. Anything to get me out of Enchantment.” He glances at Lanara, “I love Enchantment. I just also love a good party too.” Amber eyes trace over to Loravelle and he gives her an easy smile. Tiber then blinks and looks to the Kelvarian again. “Because it’s a sunburst guitar, babe. The finish is perfect. What if it gets stolen?” He then frowns. “Okay, mistress? You caught me asleep in bed with it -one- time.” Eyes then roll over to Leoxander. “Oh cap’n my cap’n, a cheers?”

Leoxander made certain everyone had a shotglass in hand before he looked around at the group, answering Lanara with his version of short and ‘sweet’. “I ain’t gonna drag this out but here’s to you blaggards and broads. For comin’ together to make this happen. Make sure you get enough in yer system to forget the crazy ‘bout to happen. Cheers.” A specific salute in the raise of his glass toward Tiber before he scanned his blue eyes across the ladies, even affording Lora’s sisters a nod of thanks he would never voice out loud. He wasn’t drunk enough, yet. With the sun starting to creep toward the water for rest, it only meant it was time for the island to come to life. Leo took his shot back with the rest of them and set it down, upside-down, with a solid thunk.

Mahri 's a little late but when she arrives there's a low whistle of appreciation. The she-wolf isn't dressed in any special way, just her usual black boots, leather pants and loose shirt. Looking around, maybe she should have found something a bit more...uh...comfortable. At least she's not late for a toast and alchohol. Mahri makes her way towards her fellow Alpha and will wait for everyone else to take their glass before snagging one herself, even if it means Leo has to pour another.

Leoxander greeted the she-wolf with a wink as she got there just in time for the first round.

Lita beams a grin at Lanara, who is ever the fashionista. "Had to test it out." She says, wriggling striped fingers at the woman, as if she'd needed some excuse. She leans a bit close and offers a conspiratorial, "It's a lot of fun, I hope you guys try it!" And then she offers her attention to Leo as she snags a shotglass raising it in cheers and then turning the empty glass onto the bar.

Lanara lifts the shot glass and once the toast is complete she downs the clear contents in a greedy swig. “Cheers!” The glass is placed atop the bar in the same manner of Leo’s, and she smiles at all that are gathered. It will be the first time they’ve all truly gotten to unwind in each other's company and perhaps they’d find others with similar qualifications to join their little group. “We better go put our things down in the sand. I have a feeling it’s going to get crowded.” Lana leads the way and can be heard speaking to Tiber in a hurried whisper, “I caught you -twice- and both times you were strumming the chords and whispering sweet nothings into your pillow!”

Lita tugs at the hem of Mahri's shirt, giving her a once-over glance with a grin. "You want something more comfortable to wear?" No judgement. Just quiet amusement

Loravelle was this close to giving both Lita and Lanara compliments about their swimwear but she didn't want to interrupt Leo's speech. Her nephew, noticing that Lora took his mother's flask, decides to go for that instead so he can look like a good son that's just picking the item up to return it to his momma, who hollers from her position at the grill the instant that boy picks it up. It may be in another tongue, but it's obvious he's being reprimanded from a distance and the boy glowers, then stomps back over to her. Lora downs her shot after Leo's speech and grins, both at him and Mahri's arrival. If she knew she could've worn a little more to the event she would have. “Wanna trade clothes?” Lora says to the she-wolf. It still felt strange having bared limbs, even if she could argue that one of her arms is partially covered with Lita's tattoo and Leo's as well... But then she looks to Lanara and waves. “Hi Lana! You look pretty,” and to Lita the very same. “You look pretty too, but I think you're missing something...” Is she stirring the pot a little? Maybe. But she knew where that fancy headgear of the vampire's was.

Tiber raises the shot glass towards Leo and then the same group of rogue ladies. “Cheers to a night of partying,” he then shoots it back. The feeling of burning liquid swivels down his throat and he grimaces before he shakes it off. The lycan glances at Lita before looking to Lanara. “Hey, babe. That’s pretty cool. You -should- try it.” Beat. “Alright. Now, let’s go put our stuff down. -Including- my guitar,” he side-eyes Lanara playfully with a tiny smile. “Twice?! What?! Do I sense…? Jealousy?” He grins and pokes at her before he finally slugs the guitar off his back and onto the sand. “Here let me help you with your bag.” Mostly to set up the beach blanket and rolled up towels to set on the beach.

Leoxander decided he’d play bartender for that brief second in time, long enough to refill some glasses for those who lingered around the bar for more. “Crowded or not, I plan on gettin’ bloody sloshed.” He checked a glance at the sunset, starting to deepen the colors of the sky in festive oranges, pinks and purples with the blue-black cloak of night gradually drifting in like a drawn satin covering. “We’ll light ‘er up when it gets dark. Shouldn’t be too long, now.” From the horizon, his attention drifted over toward Lora, and although he might have already given a comment of appreciation to her ‘bold’ attire, he was blatantly checking her out, now. He would probably shamelessly check out some of the other ‘bikini fashion’ from time to time, though he’d make sure Tiber wasn’t looking if he risked a gander at Lanara’s threads.

Lita furrows a brow at Lora when the woman says she's missing something. For a brief moment of panic, she wonders if she might ask about a particular dragon, since she'd only told Mahri of those recent events. She was not drunk enough for that yet! "Missing something?" She tugs the hem of her tank top up to show the strings of the simple navy blue bikini bottom tied at her hip. She assumes Lora means pants or her usual dress skirt. "I've got a suit on underneath." She assures the girl with a playful wink, knowing her preference for more modest attire. "No worries. Gonna try some paints?" She asks excitedly. "Maybe you can help me wrangle this witch in that direction." She sips at her slushy, using the newer nickname she'd given Mahri.

Valrae || It had taken considerable convincing for her advisors to become comfortable with the idea of Valrae leaving the safety of the Devout Guild’s warding to appear at the beach party in Rynvale so soon after an assasination attempt. In the end, they’d only agreed because for all of her etiquette and attempts at dressing herself up as a prim and proper lady, there was still a bit of the wild witch that had spent most of her evenings dancing barefoot on Cenril’s beaches. She would have only slipped away from them in the guise of a maid or secretary, and as such left without a guard or keeper, if they continued to forbid her latest impulse. So, the Mayor arrived on a private charter with a handful of guards and a beach bag filled with sun potions, towels and three good books. Not that she expected to have the time to read them. Her long hair was braided intricately, a wind tossed line of woven sunlight tied off with a silken knot. The witch had worn a sheer black bathing suit cover over a high waisted bikini of the same color, delicate silver and gold beadwork creating a thick belt where it met the low neckline that ended at her waist, dotting stars and constellations along the thin fabric and flowing bell sleeves. Dangling golden stars twinkled below her ears as she moved, catching the fading light of the sunset or the warm glow of the lanterns and the bonfire. Her ropey black sandals had been kicked off and were swinging from her hand the moment she’d been near enough to the sand. The salt of the ocean air breathed life into her, a comfort after spending too long in the unfamiliarly towering trees of Kelay as her home in Cenril was rebuilt. The noise of the crowd was a familiar comfort too, the mingling of sandy bodies and the undercurrent of booze and sweat that sat wetly below it all. Her dark eyes scan the crowd quickly, a bright smile springing to glossy pink lips when she spots Queen Lanara, the title still sends a thrill through her - *Queen*, and she crosses the beach with the intention of greeting her friend. And hopefully snagging a drink.

Mahri salutes to the toast, downs the drink then side-eyes Lita, but she is conidering the offer until Lora chimes in. Then Mahri chuckles a bit and says to Lita, "If you have something? I feel a bit over dressed at the moment."

Loravelle could use another shot, so she took advantage of Leo pouring another round to get seconds. She caught his look and even though the alcohol hadn't kicked in enough for her to be daring, she does give him a wink. He intends on getting sloshed? ...Maybe giving him the news now might be better than waiting until later. It isn't that the news is bad, since it isn't, but it's a lot. Before she can get closer and try pulling him away just a little to tell him, she's focused on Lita and wonders if maybe she shouldn't have said anything yet. Her face was already red from the Captain's look, but now it's worse. “Sh-shoes! Obviously...” Terrible joke and an equally terrible save. Probably not a save at all, but maybe it'll get Lita to laugh at her. “Paints sound fun, but I gotta spook him first,” she glances at Leo and hurries over to his side. First for a quick peck on the cheek as she rises up on tip toes and then she shields her lips with a hand to whisper into his ear.

Lanara smiles at Loravelle, “Thank you! You look lovely! And I love that we both are wearing shades of green.” She admires the tattoo and flicks her gaze to Lita, “I -will- have to try that out.” The couple makes their way down the stretch of sand so that they are as close to the water as possible, but not near enough that they will be struck by a rogue wave. The witch lays out a towel and weighted pillow for herself and glances over at Tiber as he teases, “I’m not jealous! I just think it’s unhealthy to be so attached to an inanimate object.” Lana pulls her sunglasses off and narrows her eyes at the lycan, “Are you kidding me? You are putting your guitar on one of our towels?! What is six-string Sandy going to bathe beneath the moon?” -Is- there a hint of jealousy in her tone? It’s growing dark and she retires the sunglasses to the tote bag, before she rises and glances around. “I can’t wait until they light the bonfire! I just love s’mores!” It’s as she’s delighting in partaking in sugary treats that she spies Valrae and like a little kid, she runs over to say hello. Several men turn their heads to follow the figure of the brunette but she’s oblivious to their stares as she pulls the fellow witch in for a quick hug, “Val! You look dazzling as always! I love those earrings!”

Lita nods Mahri towards the beach house. "You can raid the closet if you want. There's the usual dresses or a couple of tank tops and an extra swimsuit in the top drawer." It's a dark red color with diamond cutouts along the sides and back, but she'll let Mahri figure that out. "And leave the shoes? Sand won't bite you none, I promise."

Loravelle whispered to you, "My other sisters made it to Gualon a few nights ago. We don't have to see them yet, but Yanwan told me earlier..." She trails off to briefly look her sister's way. "Rong Pei said that they brought things for us and they're excited to meet you."

Lita said to Mahri, "Change quick so I can kick your butt at this knife game!"

Valrae nearly squeals as she meets Lanara in a quick hug. “Thanks! And look at you,” She chirps, stepping back to do just that. “How many men has Tiber had to fist fight for your honor already? Did I miss it?” Her tone is teasing. “Where do I get a drink around here? I need like three.”

Joan had manage to hear about the beach bash, and for once the vampire had made an appearance! Not that she has hidden herself away from the world at large…deep in studies for both the guilds she belonged to. Cough-cough, shut-in, anyways having caught sight of one of the many fliers she did make her way over to the island via charterd boat and made the trek here! She even had on a full ladies one piece bathing suit in shades of purple, a shawl thrown over her pale icy shoulders as her bare feet padded light in the sand as she made her way towards the bonfire and the tables of goodies. Her eyes glancing over the offered selections before she glance towards the crowd. Making note of those she knew by a polite head bob.

Tiber mutters. “I’m not attached.” Denial at its finest. When Lanara calls him out for how he rested the guitar, he puts his hands up. “I don’t want sand inside of it!” He finishes pulling out some other things from the bag. “Yeah, we’ll get to that soon. Just needs to be dark, so we aren’t adding extra heat.” Once Lanara sees Val, he watches that brunette run across the sand. He stands up in awe as he watches his wife go. “I miss Cenril beach time,” he groaned at his past memories when he and Lanara lived in Cenril. Those bikinis. He then shakes his head before moving onward to the slushy scene. He passes Valrae and overhears her. "Times too many. Look at her." He teased and then nodded to Val with a grin before walking up to the slushy stand. Rum and coconut. He then moved to the bar to add some extra spike to the slushy. Adulting was good.

Leoxander continued to stare at Loravelle when she mentioned Lita missing something, and even if she made effort to turn it into a (failed) joke, he kept his expression normal enough and leaned in to hear his fiance’s whisper, taking a drink directly from the bottle he holds when he’s received what she had to say. He planned on keeping hold of it, anyhow. There was plenty of alcohol to last through the night. A heavy exhale seemed to let any threatening tension go and he nodded to Loravelle, lifting his gaze to notice Valrae and Joan approaching the shore, offering them each a raise of his unbranded hand in turn. “A’right, you go play with Ace and the paints. I’ma get this started.”

Joan takes a deep inhale of breath as she moves towards the snacks, oh my! If she wasn’t immortal those gooey peanut-butter cookies would do real damage to her waist-line. Sweets were one of the vampire’s few weaknesses! XD

Mahri rolls her eyes at Lita and makes her way to the house and that closet. Dang, Lita, you got some nice things in here, but nothing that caught Mahri's attention. Well, she did say there was a bathing suit in the top drawer. And there it is. Dark red and .. uh.. Hm. It'll have to do. Twisiting her hair into a thick braid to fall down her back, the lycan changes into the suit that exposed quite a bit. Odd, because she wasn't exactly shy but it's different when one is going to shift forms and go for a run or hunt or simply because the Moons demanded it. As suggested, the boots stayed behind and Mahri rejoined the party, tucking a stray strand of ebony hair behind an ear. She did leave the gloves on, the thumb of the left one sewn closed.

Joan said to you, "Hiya! Thanks for throwing this bash!"

Aira :: A russet colored fox scampered onto the beach—a curious place for a vulpine creature. It kept to the perimeter of the event, and only those who knew her best would recognize the unblinking copper eyes.

Dezerae had made a promise and she was now here to commit to her half of the deal. Back then, the bonding love of “Cleo” seemed worth it but at the moment, the feline regretted making such an agreement, specifically do to her specific anxieties with crowds. Dezerae wandered quietly through the private beach and like any feline, takes a moment to absorb the happenings and the going-ons. Fingers are entwined behind her back, as though she were cuffed, crimson gaze falling over each attendant. Being the one to always be the last to arrive (and the first to most likely disappear), the redhead still kept true to the attire theme, donning a swimsuit under an oversized tunic that she’d thrown on. The bleach-white tunic was mesh and nothing more than hanging drapes, leaving the jade bathers to stand on it’s own, and remain the focal point of the outfit. Her hair was in a low ponytail, errant strands refusing to remain restrained and falling over her face sloppily. And of course, no shoes, as maneuvering on sand barefoot was hard enough as it is. As she scopes that perimeter, she tries to locate where the liquor would be help. Thankfully, the stand-alone bar is spotted and she makes a quick bee-line toward it, waving sheepishly toward anyone familiar. Before she’d be able to interact like normal, she’d need a bit of liquid courage. Very common for the feline.

Valrae returns Tibers nod with a knowing one of her own and a smile. Then she’s passing off orders to her poor, fully clothed and ready for battle at a moment’s notice, guards to take her bag and shoes. She wanted her hands free for drinks. And then Lana was looping arms with her and they were off to find drinks. “Mmm, adult slushy please.” She turns her head to smile at her fellow witch apologetically. “I’m good. Better now. Sorry about the scene at your coronation. Milk of poppy and vodka don’t mix.” Mention of the news makes her frown but it passes like a cloud over sunlight on her face. “We should. But tonight we drink.” She smiles toward Leo and Lora when they near, and whoever else she might know that is close to the bar area when the pair of them arrive. Then she finds herself the first of what was hopefully many sugary drinks.

Arithon Wonders onto the beach as the sun beats down on his black armor. He thinks to himself {I probably should have brought something a little cooler to wear}. Arithon looks around decides his best option is removing some of the armor so he can enjoy the beach events. Arithon removes his helm exposing his long white hair and pointed ears, instantly his grey eyes show signs of relief. He smiles “So where can I find some refreshments around here?”

Tiber finishes pouring into that slushy. Some of the slushy melted due to the amount of liquor combination. Tiber tastes it and makes a face. “Eh.” He shrugged. Eyes glance at the red-headed feline who approaches the bar area too. “Plenty of choice. Enjoy.” Really, he is just trying to be a good host and on his best behavior. Amber eyes look across at the white-haired man who is hollering about refreshments. “Food, alcohol, or both? Because it’s everywhere.” He raises his slushy cup to Arithon.

Lanara nods, because she doesn’t want to delve deep into difficult topics or upset Valrae. The two women are often busy these days and they are here to enjoy themselves. “Please. You didn’t cause any scene!” She waves off the comment with a dismissive flutter of her free hand, partially because she didn’t witness any of it. Tiber had filled her in on the fact that Val had sliced her hand on a piece of glass and that he sent a healer over to patch her up but surely that hadn’t caused a scene. “Milk of the poppy and vodka is how I get through most days.” She’s jesting, to make her fellow witch giggle. “I am finally getting my pina colada slushie! Yessss!” They order their drinks and Lana takes several long sips, all on an empty stomach, too. Dark eyes trail to Tiber and she wonders just how much he’s had to drink as he’s getting refills already. It certainly will be a night that most won’t forget! Lana turns to glance at the ocean and she spies a fox on the outskirts of the beach. It watches and waits but doesn’t come any closer. There’s something familiar about it and she’s tempted to go make friends. Tiber will kill her if she adopts another pet, but it’s so out of place and she wonders if it’s wounded. To her husband, she whisper, “See that fox over there?”

Leoxander wasn’t too fazed by the fox. Lita had a green one probably running around there, somewhere, though it seemed not a normal creature with pink ears and flowers or something. He hadn’t paid too much attention to the critter when they met. It was more the Cat’s appearance that surprised him, though her direct path to the alcohol was anticipated. A few steps from that sensation he cupped a hand at the side of his mouth and yelled out in the direction of the nearby Villa. “Hurry up, you two. Sun’s settin’.” A glance back to the guards accompanying Valrae, and although he wasn’t too keen on their presence, he understood the Mayor’s need for protection. Better make his announcements sooner than later before someone did something stupid. He headed toward where the instruments were set up, not far from that poor man’s version of an arm wrestling set-up.

Mahri || As a side note, there are security personel mingling in bathing suits, all hired by the now swimsuit clad she-wolf who keeps tugging at the top, sides and hips of her own suit making sure nothing's popping out where it shouldn't.

Arithon picks up a refreshing spring water and raises it to Tiber in a gesture of thanks.

Lita narrows dark eyes at Lora and then Leo, but just sips at her slushy, before wandering over to Emilia's frozen treat station for a refill. She offers a smile and wave to Val, who she at least recognizes from the voting event in Cenril, though recent events don't have her lingering too long to chat. Not sloshed enough for that, either. Thankfully Mahri in that bathing suit draws her attention and she's a little surprised that the she-wolf actually chose that option. She waits for Mahri to make her way back to the party before asking a playful, "Will you kill me if I tell you you look stunning?" She reaches a hand out to Mahri's shoulder to steady her balance and lifts her right foot, slipping the little bone charm anklet off and then crouches, tapping Mahri's ankle. "Here, lift up." She says and when the she-wolf lifts her foot, she slips the anklet over her foot. It seems to magically tighten a bit to fit snugly without moving or being uncomfortable. "It's not shoes," Lita says as she stands again, "but it'll keep your feet clean of sand and water and whatever else ends up out here." Lita at least was used to walking around barefoot.

Loravelle didn't know what to expect with how Leo might react with her news, but taking a drink straight from the bottle seemed appropriate. She'd need more than two shots to get her nerves in check as well and she's close to just swiping the bottle from him for a moment to steal a drink. She doesn't, and keeps tight lipped about her sisters. This is supposed to be a fun event, not nerve-wracking. And there was some sort of coconut-flavored ice drink that she overheard someone talking about and wanted one of those to try. “You need to eat too,” she murmurs, before giving him one more chaste kiss to head toward the frosty booth for whatever a pina colada was. It's there that she meets Valrae and Lanara and she excitedly waves at both of them. “Hello,” even if she already greeted Lana once already. She's anxious and repetitive tonight, but it's nothing that a drink won't fix. To whoever is manning the bar, she asks for one of those icy-coconut-things, and once it's in her hand and she's taken a drink, Lora's eyes go wide. She's hooked, and looks up to both witches with a fake angry expression. “...Why didn't Leo tell me you can do -this- with coconut.”

Tiber crushes up more of the ice in his slushy before downing some of it. Lanara somehow ends up near him again and he is still staring into that slushy mix. Slurp. Slurp. ‘See that fox over there?’ does he dare to look at the Kelvarian with that question? “No. Maybe you’re seeing things.” He makes up at first because he knows how she is with animals. Befriending. Loving. Caring. Beat. “If you’re asking if you want to keep it, you have another thing coming.” He then shifts his eyes over and… yes, he dares to look at her before eyes move to the fox. That was… strange, but Lita had a green fox pet over here in Rynvale? “Maybe foxes are common here?” He knows better, as he knows his wife better. She is going to check, anyway. He then glances towards Arithon and raises his slushy mix in return.

Valrae gives Lana the smile of a woman who is grateful to another for being kind about the others messiness. She knew she’d caused one, even if the details were fuzzy, and that the Queen was offering her grace. She accepted it easily, laughing before taking a long drink from her straw. She’d chosen a lime and coconut flavor and was pleased at how delicious it was, even with the bite of rum beneath the sugar. A dangerous combination, she thought. Then she’s laughing at Lanara’s joke. “Oof, you might be onto something.” She says in joking agreement. Then she’s greeting Lora with the same excitement she had Lana. “Hey!” She squeals. “It’s been entirely too long,” The witch adds.

Joan kept close to the offered snack table, her eyes scan over the offered booths. A few look interesting, but for now…baked goodness, if anyone happen to notice the vampire they would see her with a blissful look upon her features as she takes her time nibbling on the chocolate soufflare. Mmm, next she would move towards what seems to be busy slushy area, making a request for a cherry flavor one Joan would wait to be given her frozen dessert before padding though the warm sand towards the booths.

Lita has tucked her fox safely away in the villa's guest room for the time being, so the maned wolf pup things don't get the idea that it's a snack. Nobody let it out, it will likely try to antagonize the boys into chasing it for fun.

Lanara exchanges an amused look with Valrae before she responds to Lora, “Wait. What -have- you been doing with coconuts this whole time?!” She wonders what sort of shenanigans the pirate has been up to with his sweet and innocent fiance! Lana takes another sip of her drink and nearly sputters when Tiber states that she’s seeing things, “I’ve only had one shot and this slushie is still half full!” Keep it up, Babe, and you’ll be seeing stars, she thinks! She counters, “If I’m in danger of bringing it home maybe -you- should go and make sure it’s not injured. That way… I’m not tempted.”

Leo noticed Joan nibbling the disguised explosive with a slight wince. Well, she was immortal, right? Might just ruin her make-up, if she was wearing any. But… anyhow…

Tiber shakes his head and lets out a small sigh. “Fine, I’ll look at the fox in a moment. It’s almost dark, and I might have to light the bonfire soon. Let me just finish this slushy too.”

Valrae chokes on her drink as Lanara poses her question to Lora and covers her laugh with her hand.

Mahri looks around, noting the new faces, some she knows and others she has only seen from a distance. People she knows of, but not personally. And there's Ace with the compliments, tinting Mahri's cheeks slightly as the vampire steadies herself on the wolf's shoulder. Clearing her throat she mumbles, "Not this time." Suddenly she's picking up her foot and Lita is putting that anklet around her ankle. "Thanks," she offers. "How about a drink?"

Leoxander returned a simple peck to Loravelle’s lips before he moved to picked up a strip of palm bark that had been curled into a cone; an old school voice amplifier, not any of that magic stuff. He took a step onto that large stump to be used as a table in the arm wrestling competition and placed his fingers between his bite for a sharp whistle to get the crowd’s attention before he spoke into that crude device. “It’s been a long time comin’, but Port Rynvale’s back on the map an’ back in business. So… le’s celebrate ‘er proper. Open bar, tip the jar. There’ll be a couple quick announcements through the night. Our good man Tiber here is the one t’blame for yer hangovers t’morrow. Couldn’t’a done this without him an’ the rest of the crew here. We ain’t liable for any injuries an’... well, don’t do nothin’ I wouldn’t do.” Which left a pretty big gap on what was acceptable. “That said, le’s get this party started.” He looked toward Tiber and the large bonfire that had been built near a pile of extra wood to last throughout the night, nodding to his fellow lycan and hopping down with a slight wince from his perch.

Loravelle has half of her pina colada down by the time she's greeting Valrae with more enthusiasm a second time. “It has!” She heard a little of what had almost happened to the witch and wasn't entirely sure how to address it, but she does frown a little. To be in a life-threatening situation like that...Lora couldn't imagine. But Val looked safe and in high spirits now, so perhaps whoever tried to harm her is long gone or captured now. “Have you had one of these?” She raises her half-finished drink. As if she knows all about them now even if she just tried them not even a full minute ago, Lora boldly claims, “They're my favorite drink.” Lanara's question has her face turning bright red. “J-just...cutting them open and drinking the water in them...” She might just be a little too innocent for her own good sometimes, because her grey eyes leap from Lanara to Valrae with bewildered expression. What else can you do with a coconut?!

Arithon looks around and notices Lita and soon so does his piglet Wilbur; Wilbur nudges at Arithon’s leg with short pleading snorts. Arithon rubs his head and addresses Wilbur’s plea’s “Yes yes, go say hello if you wish” Wilbur let’s out a happy squeal and runs off to his old owner Lita. Arithon shouts to Wilbur “But don’t get lost!”.

Aira continued to perch in a shadow, metallic eyes glowing as she surveyed to other inhabitants of the beach. Her russet colored tail gave an agitated swish.

Tiber turns when the whistle is given. While Leoxander talks, Tiberius snakes a hand around the small of Lanara’s back. He listens with a content look, and he raises his cup when the other lycan mentions his name. “Time to get sloshed.” He joked. Partially. Once the captain gives the Catalian the hint, Tiberius kisses Lanara’s cheek before turning off to grab a torch. He takes out and fumbles with his matchbox before igniting a flame to light the torch up. He strides up to the large stack of wood. The centerpiece to the party and then he walks around in a circle lighting pieces of wood. The fire begins to ripple and crackle and begins to grow large in it’s orange and blue glow. He then tosses the rest of the burning torch into the flames. “Party has started! Cheers to Rynvale!”

Lanara is trying to maintain a poker face but once she sees Val struggling not to laugh, she loses her composure and dissolves into giggles. It could be the liquor that’s running through her veins, as she is a lightweight, or perhaps it’s the randomness of their conversation. Lora is looking at them with big, bewildered eyes, and the witch feels compelled to answer, “There are many uses, though none of them are very popular.” She’s making this up as she goes now, as she had assumed Leo and Lora were doing something far more naughty than breaking them in half and drinking the milk. “You could play soccer? Use the dried out shell as a hat? Or…” A devilish smirk appears on her face as she engages in a mostly harmless prank, “It’s been said that when women wish to make their pirate lovers swoon…” She leans in conspiratorially, “They design a coconut shell bra and dance on deck!”

Lita loops an arm around Mahri’s waist to stear her towards the slushy stand. Leo interrupts with his announcement and she lets out a shrill whistle of excitement to applaud its conclusion. "Drinks!" She says squeezing Mahri again. Despite the fact that she was already working through slushy number two. Arithon gets a smile from the distance, his choice of outfit a bit of a confused look and then a familiar little piglet is snuffling at her ankle and she bends to scoop him up, setting her drink on the slushy station. "Hey lil' guy," she coos at the piglet, scratching between its ears as he snorts at her. "Glad you could join us!"

Lanara breaks away from the conversation with Lora and Val to hear Leo’s announcement and to see her handsome husband light the bonfire. The flames dance and the beach comes to life as everyone applauds, and she also joins in and claps. “Way to go, Babe!” She returns Tiber’s kiss and nods as he goes to check on the fox. She hopes it’s not rabid.

Valrae , still fighting a giggle, nods animatedly at Lora. “They’re great,” She agrees quickly, nearly bursting into laughter again as she answers Lana’s question and she gives the other witch a quick, side eyed grin. Leo’s whistling announcement draws her attention. She listens thoughtfully while she nurses her drink, boisterously cheering when he calls for the party to start. She cheers again when Tiber lights the bonfire, echoing his words as she raises her glass, “Cheers to Rynvale!” When the noise settles down, she’s looking between Lora and Lana again and the coconut dance of seduction was too much. She dissolve into laughter again, nodding all the while in agreement. “It’s true,” She finally managed. “I’ve seen it. Works every time.”

Tiber finishes off that slushy cup finally before bringing it back to the bar. He then knows what he has to do. Find the fox. The Catalian squints and swivels through the crowd to find this fox with the russet-colored tail. Senses heightened, and eventually, he came closer to the fox with the metallic eyes. “Hi little guy.” Tiber assumes that this fox is a boy. Fantastic. “How’re you doing?” He does not know how to interact with animals as well as Lanara. This was worth a shot. "Are you hurt? Lost?" He attempts to reach out and down to approach the critter further.

Loravelle 's anxiety begins to fade as Lanara explains what all one could do with coconuts, enough that she giggles as well with some relief. That is until she hears the phrase coconut bra. “What-” She doesn't want to interrupt Leo's speech but she does whip her head around and shoot him a long, bewildered look before turning back to Lanara and Valrae, face beet red. He'd like something like that?! Really. She tries to hide her red face by drinking the rest of her pina colada. Another one of those was in order. ...Maybe two more. They're really good. Belatedly, she raises her second drink skyward for another toast and to cheer for the bonfire being lit by Tiber. “...I guess I need some coconut shells.” If both witches were right, fortunately for Lora here are an abundance of coconuts nearby to fashion some ridiculous bra later on. The alcohol hasn't entirely set in yet so she's too flustered to actually be daring enough to try.

Joan notices her mistake the moment her teeth just about crunch into the thing! Eyes wide the vampire slowly removes it from between her lips. With quick care she tosses it off and away as is explodes!

Mahri 's led towards the stand by Lita and they both pause to listen to Leo's announcement. While Lita whistles, Mahri whoops through hands cupped around her mouth. Once slushy is in hand, Mahri takes a sip to test it. It's pretty good, actually so she has a bit of a bigger drink and regrets it immediately when a shard of ice stabs her in the brain. "Oof," she grunts, squeezing her eyes closed until it passes.

Aira ‘s head ducked slightly when Tiber approached and she kept her eyes focused on him. As he came neared the vixen snarled slightly hoping he would take the hint. Apparently, he was just as dense with interacting with animals as he was with hunting them. A low growl warned the lycan not to touch but when he reached for her she snapped at his fingers.

Dezerae was mindlessly looking at the selection but forcibly refocused her attention on Tiber’s comment. “Thank you”, she says, offering a grin before examine her options. Though she dilly-dallies, she knew what she’d prefer, “Whiskey,” she says quickly, “Two glasses, if possible.” She’d pour the first into her second, if volume would allow, and creates a quick “double” before wandering to watch the first event unfold and nursing what can be assumed to be her first drink of the night.

Arithon wanders over to the arm wrestling event reading the sign. “Heh, why not; I’ll give it a shot. Sign me up” Arithon pays 40 gold and smiles “Wish me luck”

Lanara busies herself with finishing her slushie as Val joins in and assures Lora that it’s a tried and true technique for seducing a swashbuckler. “Leo won’t know what hit him!” She’s delighted that Valrae has teamed up with her on this harmless prank. “There’s some seaweed near the water, too. That can make a good bikini bottom. Just make sure there aren’t any crabs or shells stuck to it. The last thing you need is to be pinched or poked on your bottom.” Lana orders another coconut and pineapple slushie, though this one with a double shot of rum, “Make that two. I better have a peace offering…” Once her order is complete, she takes the glasses and motions in the direction that Tiber had fled, “I better go see how my husband is getting along with that fox. I’ll catch up with you two later!”

Leoxander was glad that part was over. He could breathe a little again as those flames stirred up, and took a moment to watch the embers of the bonfire crackling and drifting up toward the darkening sky. Arms folded across his chest after a long pull from the bottle dangling in a hand and he looked toward Arithon, who was unfamiliar to him, but judging the armor he’d seen him shed moments before he hadn’t expected the gathering to be set in such a summer casual theme. It was impossible to keep an eye on everything at once. Hopefully the Mahri cut-out had it covered. “You wanna try yer luck an’ arm against someone, mate?” He had to get used to those exploding sounds of fireworks and remind himself they weren’t ship cannons from the past, but did his best to relax and not patrol. To the crowd he called out. "Who wants to take on this guy in a match?"

Tiber listened to the snarl. It was the same with Demon, his dog when they first met. The man is patient, but as his hands linger, the fox snaps. “Hey! Rude! You better watch your back you little fox.” The bite knicks him and he pulls back holding his fingers. “Lanara! Your fox is rabid!” He calls back over his shoulder in a loud complaint.

Valrae nearly feels a twinge of guilt as Loravelle seems to accept this explanation on the importance of pirate and coconut mating ritual. She hides this with another drink of her slushy though, still giggling. It would be a treat for them both, she thinks. Her attention is pulled away from her friends to eye the stations that had been set up. She’d grab a snack later, but first she wanted to see what the other attractions were about. “I’m going to see if I can find trouble,” She announces, before walking toward the stands. She happens upon the arm wrestling station and frowns as she drinks from her straw. “I bet I can do it.” The witch says to anyone near who would happen to be listening. She’s not very convincing. Valrae was all soft edges. She doesn’t know Arithon, but he happened to be near and signed up. “Me too!” She chirps, following his lead. “You’re not afraid of a girl beating you, right?” She teases, batting her eyes dramatically.

Lita sets the piglet back down to explore the beach, as she's intrigued by people milling about the arm wrestling table. She sets about refilling her slushy. That still counts as the second one, right? And then glance at Mahri again. "Okay, you pick a game." She points to the two. "If I win, I get to drag you into the paint booth. If you win, I'll help you wrestle in the pirate and we'll tye-dye his pretty blonde hair."

Aira is still not satisfied with Tiber’s nearness and as he turned His head to shout over his shoulder to Lana, she snapped at his ankles for good measure. Loravelle ;; Can her face possibly get any more red? “Y-yeah, wouldn't want that...” Her free hand rubs at her lower back at the thought of being pinched or poked on her bottom. There's a double meaning there. She knows it, which has Lora hiding her face behind the rim of her drink to hide some of the embarrassment. As Lanara and Valrae both part to cause trouble, she waves, then waits until they're both hopefully well out of earshot. She wasn't going to hunt for coconut shells when the bartender probably had some handy. “D-d'you have any coconut shells...?”

Lanara makes her way through the crowd and over to the far side of the beach where Tiber is scolding the poor, sweet, little fox. She misses the whole part where Aira snapped at his fingers as she’s going through her second rum infused slushie at an alarming rate. For a brief moment, she sees -two- Tiber’s and she has to blink several times to focus. When was the last time she’d eaten? She had wanted to look amazing in the bikini… Was it yesterday? The day before? Either way, she finally arrives at her husbands side and she noisily slurps her drink, “It’s not rabid.” Chocolate eyes lock with metallic copper and she smirks, “And ‘it’ happens to be our good friend! Hello, Aira!” She kneels in the sand and offers up Tiber’s pina colada slushie, “Want some?”

Mahri considers Lita's offer as soon as that pain subsides and she's sipping a little more cautiously now. "Knives," she decides even though it's what Lita had suggested before. "And either way you know we'll be tie-dying the Captain's hair." She eyes that piglette that Lita put down, wondering where it had come from before seeing it make a bee-line right back to the armored man.

Joan makes a face as the explosive firework treat made it’s loud banging pop. The vampire healer beats a hastily retreat from the area as the milling bodyguards give her a once over, looking embarrassed Joan would wiggle her pale fingers towards them as she mouths ‘Sorry, my bad!’ Quickly she moves towards the booth set up for painting. Ugh, if anyone caught that she’d never live it down.

Leoxander spoke out loud so others might hear even as he addressed the two. "A'right then. Witch versus Warrior." He didn't actually know what title was official for the man and didn't bother asking for a name, yet, but might try to introduce himself after the outcome of the game. Once either were seated, he encouraged them to clasp grip, his own tattooed hands setting them in proper position. "Elbows down, keep planted in yer seat. On my word..." A moment for them to stare each other down as was proper in duels, and he barked a start of "Go!" before stepping back to referee and make certain they didn't fault.

Tiber curses when the fox bites at his ankles. He does a little jump and dance back in the sand. “Yeah, Lana. It’s -definitely- rabid. I think we have to, -unfortunately-, put it down.” He hisses at the critter before he takes several steps back. As Lanara comes slurring up, he frowns down at the mention of Aira. “Of course it is. How would I assume you would -not- make it?” He glares at the fox below him. “Babe, she bit me! Twice!”

Arithon looks toward Valrae “I’m not scared, I look forward to the challenge”

Lanara nears a loud ‘pop’ and glances over in Joan’s direction. Upon seeing the purple haired vampiress, she smiles and waves, before returning her attention to her chewed up spouse and the fox.

Lita glances towards the fireworks booth and Joan, a bit wide-eyed for a moment but nothing else seemed to be catching fire, which was good. She's leading Mahri towards the knives game booth, going a bit slowly past the arm wrestling so they can watch the fun.

Mahri follows Lita's gaze to the fireworks boot and frowns. Who in the hells...? She's ready to march over and make sure whomever is over there to be more careful with the explosives. But then, there's the arm wrestling going on and the wolf is watching, twisting her head around to do so as they slowly pass by.

Joan about slinks towards the set out paints and brushes, a tight smile offered towards the booth attendant as she looks over the options, making her choice of a few colors she’d set about dipping the brush into one of three paints, drawing upon her pale icy skin in what she hoped was a level cool manner after her folly. Looking up towards the arm wrestling she’d catch Lara’s notice and greeting before offering one of her own. Making herself busy using the different three picked colors to draw cute beach themes on her skin.

Aira looked pretty damn pleased with herself when Tiber jumped and did a little backwards dance to get away from her. If she could laugh, she would. Her attention turned to Lana when she crouched down and offered the piña colada slushee, but she’s quick to swat it away. She never cared for coconut. When the lycan complained to his wife that he was bit, the vixen practically preens. He still had all his fingers, no need to be whiny about it!

Valrae nodded seriously as Leo walked them through the opening motions of an arm wrestle. She takes her seat and offers out her left arm, the other one still mending from her attack. Then she is gripping the stranger's hand in her own. She waits until the pirate signals them to start and then pushes with all of her might. The witch is surprised when his arm gives and she’s able to push his hand onto the table. She leaps up with a squeal of victory, nearly knocking over her own drink. “AHA!” She cries, “I don’t even care if you let me win.” She tells the stranger sweetly before turning to grin at Leo.

Loravelle has the coconuts she needs. Thank goodness she's only buzzed, but she stows them away in one of the tents that she and Leo claimed so they could crash on the beach for the night. Now for seaweed... Except no. Now for painting. Or another drink. Yeah, another drink. She makes it back to the bar and gets her third drink. “D'ya got seaweed back there too?” This bartender is going to rip their hair out.

Lanara sighs at Tiber’s dramatics because he should know by now that Aira is a feisty vixen and often up to no good. She tilts the cup so that the slushie doesn’t spill into the sand but Aira will still be able to reach inside and enjoy some of the refreshments, when the fox literally swipes it with her paw and sends the contents flying. Naturally, in the direction of Tiber’s bare feet! She shakes her head and wags a finger at Aira, “You better behave the rest of the night, Frenemy!” She has -never- seen the fox so gleeful. The last time she was this elated was when she learned that her brother, Scandal, had perished! Lana snatches Tiber’s hand, “Come swimming with me before the water gets too cold.” The temperature is sure to drop as the night goes on, plus he can rinse the coconut and pineapple from his feet.

Lita offers a little clap at seeing Val's excitement but it's difficult, her hands being full of slushy and Mahri at the moment. She manages, and drags the she-wolf onwards the the knife game. The attendant gives them both knives to keep things above board and fair and Lita shells out a few gold coins from who knows where, girls have pockets everywhere nowadays. "You want first go?" She offers the lycan, out of courtesy, as she sips at her drink.

Arithon eyes shoot wide in astonishment, his muscles aching. He forces a smile and rubs his arm lightly “Yeah you won that one alright, pretty close match!” Arithon very well knowing that wasn’t a close match at all and he was just easily bested by the woman who was almost a foot shorter than him.

Leoxander dished out Valrae’s winnings with a smirk mostly concealed. Well, that was one way to initiate Arithon to the crowd. Keynote: never underestimate the women. And speaking of which, he noticed all those ladies swarming around Loravelle for a time and that was not necessarily a bad thing, but most of the time it spelled trouble. Or future shopping trips. Or more wedding planning. He was here to drink and unwind before the hectic days came pouring back in. Leaving an attendant to handle any other contestants to the arm wrestling (just rp it out and drop or pass me buyins), he looked after the direction that Lita and Mahri had wandered, but took another very long drink from his bottle and leaned against the booth edge near Joan, setting down his rum and openly removing an obsidian pipe and a pack of strong smelling plant to pack it, though he’d forgot that he didn’t bring any matches. There was a huge bonfire but he’d get to that in a moment if he had to. “Haven’t seen you in a few moons, healer.” A brief glance trailed passed the vampire toward Lora, noticing her seemingly on some sort of mission with the bartender in league.

Valrae riding on her winning high, which was not damped at all by the fact that she’s pretty sure the man had let her win, she accepts her winnings and graciously offers them out to him. “You can buy me a drink later,” The witch says with a wink. Were they even charging for drinks? Then she’s floating off, warm sand between her toes and a cold drink in her hand.

You called out Dezarae's way as he awaited Joan's response while she decorated herself up. "What, no critters in tow?"

Tiber gives Aira the eye. “You’re lucky Lana likes you, or I’d throw you in water and watch the waves take you away,” he seethes down at the little creature. Pouty boy he was. The blonde lycan then looks at the witch, and he caves to let the girl pull him back to where their blanket was set up. Tiber unbuttons his long sleeve before sliding it off. He leads his wife to the water. The waves splash up around his ankles and wash away the scratches on his ankles. “Oh, we’ll have to do a quick dive under.” He turns to look at her. “Are you ready to go under? After this, you should probably eat something, yeah?” He grinned before reaching out for both of her arms playfully to attempt to bring her under with him in the chilly water. He missed these days on the beach.

Arithon takes the coins into his pouch, his pale skin easily showing his blushed cheeks “Thank you, sure thing.” He smiles as he watches as Valrae float off to other activities.

Loravelle wasn't lucky enough to get seaweed from the bartender, but she did get drink number four! So we're progressing nicely. Maybe the seaweed wasn't necessary. There was so much to do that she hadn't tried yet. Eating sweets from Khitti's establishment, painting at Lita's... And the fireworks were just fun to look at, when Lora finally does tip her head skyward to watch a few go off. She wasn't avoiding Leo intentionally, but she did give him a mischievous look when he looks her way. He was in for a surprise later if she managed to get this coconut-bra dancing costume thing sorted out. But what -kind- of dancing? Valrae never explained that part. She'll improvise. And take another swig from her glass, wincing a little as brain freeze settles in this time. Maybe a seat by the fire will do Lora some good for now…

Dezerae admired the wrestling match, progressing through her drink faster than the average person her size should have. All prepped to get her ‘third’, the redhead pauses in her stride to take in the lycan’s attire and eventually process his question. “If only. I’d love the company.” She teeters a bit before raising her brow in anticipation, “I’m here. Where is my praise?”

Aira :: There was no way the night could be topped after tormenting Tiber so just as quickly as she had appeared, Aira sauntered off, eager to get back to the mainland.

Lanara walks into the water until it’s up to her waist, and then she wades further in and sighs contentedly. At Tiber’s words, she nods eagerly and takes both of his hands, excited to take a dip in the ocean with her beloved. The light of the bonfire and the spotlight of the moon cast a halo on their joined forms in the water before they submerge. Breathless, they both rise up and Lana’s wet locks cling to her figure as beads of water stick to her skin. She moves in to kiss Tiber and share a private moment, when she feels a faint vibration on her right thigh. The buzzing turns to a pinch and before long her entire leg feels as though it’s on fire! The burning sensation is the result of being stung by a jellyfish that likely wanted to hug the animal empath as it was drawn to her powers. Lanara bursts into tears and flails in the water as she tries to swim for shore, but finds that she’s unable to do so on her own. She’s somewhat inebriated and in pain, and she blindly feels for Tiber’s hand and guidance. “It stung me! Ow, ow, ow! Do something, Babe!”

Joan seemed content to draw the simple beach themes onto her skin with the paints the vampiric healer would tense as the pirate came close, was he going to say something about her blunder with the chocolate explosive looking treat? She lets loose a exhale of breath as he sets about getting his pipe and such out, her eyes cutting towards his side profile as he speaks. “Yeah, sorry. I tend to get lost in my nerocmany, and then there is the studies and activities involved with moving up in the healers guild. I then had to help with the back log at the funeral parlor.” Seemingly happy and content with her few wet body designs she sets to cleaning up her small mess with the paints and brushes. Her head now and then bobs as she chats.

Valrae spots Lora still near the bar and heads towards her to say hello again and order another drink. “What are you doing over here, wallflower?” She asks kindly, sipping her quickly disappearing second drink as she watches her. “Do you want to get body paint with me?”

Mathollak :: From somewhere down the beach, a flicker of firelight the size of an ant starts to grow, and along with it a sound. In fact, it was a large number of discordant sounds. As the beast comes nearer, the sound it makes only slightly separate from the rhythm of the instruments becomes clear. “Bananas and dust. Bananas and duh uh ust. Stuck in my banana, livin on cabanas and duh, wait. THERE! I told you idiots we were at the wrong beach.” It’s Mathollak with a small entourage of creeps and weirdos, all half naked. He was aggressively half naked, with an unbuttoned white buttoned up shirt printed with bright red lobsters that somehow managed to be in lewd pairings. Under that were some sinfully slutty shorts that broke into fringe midway to midthigh. He starts running, and then so do the rest of them. A strange assortment of humans, satyrs, kobolds, maybe an elf, maybe a foxkin too. Sand flies up behind him as he dashes to the bonfire.

Mahri considers a moment then grins, "You go first." Crossing her arms might not have been the best idea, or maybe it was considering her arms were placed beneath her bossom. Mahri's hip canted slightly, waiting for Lita take that first turn. Of course, the attendant gets the entry fee for this game.

Loravelle ;; “Not getting any seaweed,” she mumbles, feigning offense that a bartender wouldn't just have seaweed on hand. But painting? Painting sounded great! “Yes.” She leans in close to Valrae with an almost conspiratorial expression on her face. “I got the coconuts. I'm halfway there.”

Mahri is distracted by something coming up the beach. All security personel are suddenly on high alert and create a line across the beach from ocean to the edge of the party area, to intercept this distrubance. Mahri would have joined them, but they're all fairly competent. Unless told to steap aside by someone in charge, Mathollak is going to find his way blocked.

Leoxander replied to the feline with a relaxed smirk, very nearly a smile on his unshaven features. No armor, lack of black and boots, smiling? Maybe someone had kidnapped the Captain and was posing as him for the evening. “You kept yer word, Cat.” He was grateful when the bartender saw Leo’s dilemma and tossed him a small box of matches, removing one and placing the rest on the counter near his bottle in order to strike it and take in some of that strong-scented smoke into his lungs, gracious enough to tilt his head back and eventually exhale toward the sky before he replied to Joan, tone a little grated for the burn. “I get the ‘busy’ part. Glad you’re takin’ advantage of a night out.” A flicker of light caught his attention from the corner of his eye, and then he heard that voice. Well, he had given open invitation, but putting Leo and Mathollak in the same space with a lot of liquor never bode well.

Tiber does a mini countdown before he submerges down with her for a moment or two before popping back up. He runs a hand through wavy, wet hair and slicks it back, and he is about to enjoy the moment before she stops. “What?” His brows furrowed as he looked at her. “Babe, what–did I hurt you–-what?” He is observing her thinking he has done something wrong. She is trying to move, and the Kelvarian looks to be struggling. “Lanara, hey,” why is she so upset? Her hand sways, and finally he grips onto her to support. “Stung you? What stung you–” He cuts off, and his face drops. “You did not get stung by a jellyfish. Babe.” He groaned. “Babe, I don’t know what to do?!” His voice is in a hush and he looks around because he does not want to make a scene. “I guess I can,” he looks down at his shorts. He was drunk enough, right? Ease the burn? Then again, what would the press think of a new headline for the papers? This was not good. He slowly reaches for the tie on his shorts. Queen Lanara, you better stop him right now! Irenic vanished before your eyes, perhaps never to be seen again.

Valrae nearly chokes on her drink again as Lora mumbles about seaweed and conspiratorially admits that she’d procured the courting coconuts. She looked around quickly for Lanara, wishing desperately that the other witch were near enough to hear. “Oh, you’re halfway there!” She says, teasing. Then she’s looping her arm around Lora’s much like Lana had to her earlier and leading them both to the body painting booth. “I think I don’t care what I get but I want a moon on my-” The sound of several running feet halt her words. She stops in her tracks, holding onto Lora tightly as Mathollak and his crew make their… Scantily clad entrance. Leo wouldn’t forgive her if she let Loravelle get trampled by beach hippies. A blush blooms pink on her cheeks as his… Short shorts come into full view.

Lanara is -mortified- that Tiberius would even consider urinating on her, and even worse, in a public setting! The searing pain continues and she falls onto that legendary derriere and scowls as she consents with a nod. “Fine. Do it. Just hurry up.” The warm, amber liquid trickles down her thigh and on the area where the jellyfish dared to sting her silken flesh. Shame creeps into Lana’s expression as her cheeks turn bright red and she clenches her jaw to keep from shouting in disgust. She cannot look at her husband, the bonfire, the ocean, nothing. She just squeezes her eyes shut until Tiber’s stream ceases and the burning sensation eases on her leg. She’ll have to tell Penelope about this, because it truly -does- work! Lana pushes herself to her feet and favors her left leg, as she leans on Tiber’s arm for support. Thankfully, all eyes are on the group of half-naked men that are tearing up the beach. “Saved by creepy streakers.” Lana gives Tiber a doe-eyed stare and then nods towards the west, “Why don’t we go back to Enchantment and put those servants to good use, hm? They can prepare us a bath with lots of soap and scents? We can spend the night in each other's arms? That way, if anyone -did- see us? We can claim we were in the castle when they alleged it happened?” She feels dirty and hopes that he will scoop her up and take her home.

Arlyeon may have started the day by pre-drinking. Perhaps that goes a bit towards explaining -why- she decided it was a good idea to smuggle home-made fireworks through Cenril in the guise of baked goods. It -certainly- explains how, after the fact, she'd wound up getting pulled along by the momentum of another chaotic party goer, and dragged along to the entirely wrong beach party. It's fine. It just meant she got to be the best dressed there- given that as suitably delicious delishan debauchery got underway- she'd simply seen fit to lounge in a beachside chair, wearing little more than a floral print Kimono that was perhaps a size-too-small (and definitely burgled). It also meant that when Mathollak actually -realized- that they'd arrived at the wrong party (which explained a lot), she let him lead the way- her outfit causing her to fall near the back. It certainly wasn't a tactical effort to avoid any responsibility for any dwarven powder related injuries. Though, she does have some (sloppily-written) waivers that she aims to discreetly pass off to Leo the first chance she got.

Dezerae nods, even impressed with herself, before losing her recently acquired pride to the view of aggressively half-naked men. She pauses for a moment before nodding toward the lycan, taking his praise to-go. “I’m going to get another drink. You know where to find me, I’m sure.”

Lita clears her first stab (pun intended) at their game pretty easily, considering all the distractions going on around them. She glances up in time to see a familiar face getting the stare down from the security detail. "You're go," she muses absently at Mahri, a confident smug grin tugging across her features as she sips at her slushy. Thank gods Tiber is behind her and she's nursing her second-third drink, or else she'd likely be dying of laughter. Poor Lanara.

Loravelle nods. She's teetering right over the edge of being full on drunk, and very proud of herself for being halfway there. With the coconuts and seaweed, not the drunk part. With her arm linked with Val's, considers what she might want to get. “D'you think they can paint some seaweed-” She stops shortly after Valrae stops, and finds herself clinging to the blonde just as tight as that sudden arrival of more people. Oh, it's Math and... “Bet they've got some seaweed,” Lora murmurs to Valrae, followed by an almost cackle.

Joan offers a quick small fanged smile towards Leoxander before her attention was taken away by the rushing crowd of rushing men, her left eyebrow arches upwards as she catches sight of some of the ‘bathing wear’ this caused the vampiric healer to chuckle aloud as she watched the beach patrol line up against the rush of late coming party goers. “Wow…just wow.”

Arithon looks in the direction approaching group “So, is this a semi nudist beach? Or….?”

Leoxander offered Dezerae a nod and decided to do a little distracting away from Mathollak’s arrival. Not to mention, upon looking at Val and Loravelle heading toward the booth he and Joan were chatting at, he could tell the woman was already getting into her cups. Or… coconuts. “Before you slather up my bride, I need her to help me with somethin’.” He said to Valrae, taking another pull of liquid courage because he really wasn’t as good at public speaking as he was public yelling and cursing. “Let him through.” Said to the ‘security detail’ in general. “He starts (censored) and we’ll show him the long way back to the mainland.” Seeing that Mahri and Lita were playing with knives didn’t stop him from using the volume he was capable of to start drawing attention his way again. “‘Ey you lot. Gimme your attention jus’ one more time an’ carry on. I got somethin’ else to say.” Bottle still in hand and eyes starting to glaze in the firelight, sometimes shining in that eerie, wolfish way.

Leo said to Arithon, "Hell no."

Mahri steps up confidently, laying her hand on the old dart board, fingers splayed to give the blade room. She's doing pretty good, the knife moving faster with each round until, "Sunuvab***" The rest is cut off as the knife slices open the ring finger.

Valrae laughs loudly as Lora guesses they might have seaweed. “Probably,” She agrees. She’d missed the situation between Lanara and Tiber, lucky for the poor witch and her dignity. “We should ask them,” She says, her eyes drifting over to where Lita and Mahri were still playing a game she wasn’t likely to ever be brave enough to join. Seems they had a little time to distract themselves with anyway. “Hey, Math!” She calls, waving her free arm wildly and spilling a bit of her drink into the sand. “Do you have any seaweed for Lora?” But before he can answer Leo is stealing her away and she lets go of the other woman easily, turning in the sand to give the pirate her full attention.

Mahri 's holding that finger to stem the bleeding when Leo hollars out. The sercurity detail moves, creating an opening for that roudy group to get through, but they'll have eyes on Mathollak. Lita will blame Mahri's slip on Leo's yellin' but thst won't stop her from lookin' a tad smug over the edge of her slushy cup as she pauses a beat to hear what the pirate has to say.

Valrae laughs loudly as Lora guesses they might have seaweed. “Probably,” She agrees. She’d missed the situation between Lanara and Tiber, lucky for the poor witch and her dignity. “We should ask them,” She says, her eyes drifting over to where Lita and Mahri were still playing a game she wasn’t likely to ever be brave enough to join. Seems they had a little time to distract themselves with anyway. “Hey, Math!” She calls, waving her free arm wildly and spilling a bit of her drink into the sand. “Do you have any seaweed for Lora?” But before he can answer Leo is stealing her away and she lets go of the other woman easily, turning in the sand to give the pirate her full attention.

Tiber is also mortified. Is this happening?! Why is his wife not stopping him?! This could have all been prevented. He looks over his shoulder, and he swears he sees a security guard. Tiber is also extremely red. “Shoot, shoot, shoot.” But, honestly, it was the other word. The curse word. “I’m so sorry, I’m so so sorry,” he quickly ties his shorts before leading the girl out of the water as best as he could. “There better not be something in the paper. I swear, I swear, I swear. Do you think anyone saw?” His voice is hushed. “Act natural.” She just got stung, dude! Though, everyone, thankfully, is facing Leoxander at this point after the half-naked guy ran around the beach. “We definitely need a cover-up.” He scratches his neck. Party over. At least for these two weirdos. He stands up straight as he listens to the announcement.

Loravelle is halfway through some very crass comment to Val about how she could just get coconuts and seaweed painted on her instead of going through the trouble of creating the outfit herself, but thank the gods Leo calls over. He can't hear that part. That'll ruin the surprise! She claps her hand over her mouth probably a little too late, but soon Lora is following after Leo and trying her best not to giggle. Lanara and Valrae are bad influences in the best way.

Joan gives a look of concern once the scent of Mahri’s blood hits the open air. “Oh hey, I’m Joan, with the healers guild, I can heal that for you.” She calls out to Mahri after Leo spoke.

Aira :: Lana and Tiber can run, but a certain russet colored vixen paused in her retreat and saw the whoooooole thing.

Mathollak warmed up next to the fire for several minutes, pressing his hands toward it and then rubbing them on his bare flesh like he was lathering himself up. Then he shivers as his rambunctious entourage scrambles for the best place in the sand, and then wrestle over who’s turn it was to play the best instrument they had. They probably bullied that out of tune lyre away from someone at the last party. While they tussle, Mathollak hears his name called, and he pulls himself away from the party. Like from a siren song, he’s lulled toward the bar where he sloppily and brazenly pulls a bottle from under the shelf and slides a mystery drink into two cups. Chances are, the mystery drink was whiskey. “You called…?” He says to Valrae with a slight wobble in his step. But a practiced wobble, he could teeter and totter all day and never fall. He edges a glass toward her gradually as he bumps his on his chin. “Seaweed? ACTUALLY.” He spins around. There was a dark and slimy web of wet and salty weeds splattered to his back. Lanara feels soiled and ashamed and she crosses her arms over her chest and pushes her lower lip out in a perfect pout. She was just stung in the thigh and she’s still experiencing pain, though it’s much more manageable. And here is her -husband- more worried about a royal title than if she’s alright?! He can just forget joining her for a bath! She has a good notion to borrow some of Lora’s procured coconuts and bash him upside the head to knock some sense and romance into that thick skull of his! Lana is seething beside Tiber as she listens to Leoxander’s announcement. Ina may have stared at Aira in passing, mostly in part due to the heads up due to the heads up Leoxander have given her. Joan gives a polite nod of her amethyst colored head towards the female lycan, one could catch sight of Joan’s silver pendent hung around her neck with the healers guild symbol clearly defined. “Alrighty.”

Mahri smiles with fake sweetness towards Joan, "Thanks. I got it." She's a healer and a wolf, she'll be just fine, thank you.

Leoxander was only stealing Lora’s assistance, pushing away from the booth counter briefly to approach the knife game station where his two rogue ladies were stabbing (or not stabbing) themselves. He’d stashed some gauze and tossed some to Mahri as he set the rest on a vacant spot at the edge of the dartboard or conveniently nearby. Once the crowd had semi-quieted, he spoke loud enough to be heard above the hum of lingering conversation and the crackle of fire. “You all know a captain needs a good commander, an’ I’m no bloody exception. While I’ve got my first mate for my ship and my partner for life, this woman has proved herself again an’ again not the sort to fu-... mess with.” He would -try- to keep his tongue less sharp for the crowd. No promises when he got deeper into that rum bottle and smoke. “She’s made her mark on a lot’a you, literally, an’ I’d like you to formally congratulate our Blood Bowl champion an’ ‘Queen’ Commander of Rynvale.” An inside joke as that was no formal title. “Lita’s gonna be makin’ sure we see this place become all it was meant to be a long fug’n time ago.” Oops. Anyhow. “Cheers, to the Ace of Spades.” He looks toward Loravelle with a subtle gesture, hoping she wasn’t so buzzed she forgot where he’d put the item for her to bring over. Had the vampire noticed her prized crown had gone missing from it’s safe spot, the night before?

Arithon picks up a fruit slushy and a bottle of tequila and looks around and spots Valrae and walks towards her “Hey, I heard you guys talking about coconuts earlier and was wondering if you had one I could use to make a drink?” Arithon raises a bottle of tequila and a fruit punch slushy. “It doesn’t have to be a full coconut” as Arithon finishes his sentence he notices some halved coconuts with string tied to them on the table “Those would work if you don’t mind.” Arithon’s grin shown brightly across his face.

Valrae wrinkles her nose as Mathollak approaches and turns his back to her. “I’m *not* touching that.” She says firmly. But she does, she peels it off of him squeamishly, squealing as she does. “Oh eww.” She tosses it aside on the sand and shakes her head. “Lora can’t use that for her coconut seduction,” She informs Math seriously, sipping from her drink’s straw again. She’s distracted momentarily from Delisha’s ax of love, or whatever they were calling him these days, by Leo’s announcement. She cheers loudly with the crowd, cupping her free hand around her mouth as Lita is announced as some sort of title of import. It was hard to follow with the rum making her warm and her head fuzzy.

Valrae stops her cheering as Arithon approaches. She gives him a toothy smile, “Hey!” Then she’s elbowing at Mathollak. “He let me beat him at arm wrestling.” She informs him proudly. “I don’t have any coconuts and I think Lora stole them all from the bar-” She watches as he finds two on strings. “Yep. Those will work.”

Loravelle isn't entirely lost in the sauce. She remembered her role here and managed to retrieve Lita's crown so she could place it on the vampire's head and has it in hand in time for Leo to say cheers. With the crown in her hands, she can't applaud, so she tries whistling. ...And sputters instead. Her lips are cool and numb from all her drinking so far and apparently she's forgotten how to whistle. “Queen Lita!!!” She shouts instead, and is ready to top her head with her crown whenever Lita is ready.

Mahri blinks, the bleeding is slowing already so she won't use the gauze this time. When he makes the announcement, she can't help but grin at Lita and clap along with everyone else. She's actually pretty proud and happy for Lita. "Congratulations," she offers softly, sure the vampire will hear the words directed her way.

Leo would normally not call Lita by her name but it was being tossed around the fire, anyhow, and not everyone would know who 'Ace' was.

Joan claps in a polite manner, calling out with the rest, ‘Queen Lita!’ Joan had yet to meet the other female vampire and Blood Bowl Champion. Woot!

Dezerae would hold her newly acquired drink in the crook of her arm and also offer applause in congratulations.

Lita is looking up at Leo from her seat at that knives game. Mahri has conveniently chosen this moment to go and refresh her drink, so she's trying not to look too embarrassed, though there might be a hint of color on the vampire's cheeks that doesn't look entirely natural. She stands, grinning, reaching an arm out to grasp the pirate's wrist before pulling him into a brief hug. "I hate you." She murmurs, not at all meaning it, only that similar to the pirate, she doesn't always enjoy having all this attention sprung on her. She'd even made a hasty exit after the tournament. She presses a kiss to Leo's cheek before dipping her head to accept that crown from Lora. With her hair pinned up in a bun, she can't whisk raven curls behind her shoulders but she makes the motion anyway. Queen Commander, huh? She side-eyes Leo for that one. She could get used to that! She gives Lora a quick hug and peck on the cheek as well. "You're a doll. Did you help him steal this?" She asks, meaning that crown, narrowing her eyes at the woman.

Mathollak squeals a little bit himself as she peels the slimy thing off him. It slithers like a hundred eels off his back in a way that causes such a tickle he can’t help but arch his back and drop to a knee. He shivers again. “Woah,” he says gasping. “That was intense.” And then caught up in the crowds cheering, he spins on to his butt and cups his hands around his mouth, whooping as hard as he can for things he wasn’t sure he even understood. “Woooooo!” Then when Arithon wanders over talking about coconuts, Mathollak levels a suddenly empty glass at him. At least it seems to Mathollak’s hazy vision to be at him, generally. “I got a couple coconuts too, never leave home without em. Heh.” And then, as the mysterious seaweed mess grows eyeballs and slithers away toward Lora (sensing her affection), he rises to his feet again. “So who’s commanin’ what now?”

Tiber listens attentively and eyes move over to Lita. The Ace of Spades. He smiles at the mention of a new turn around for Rynvale. A captain and a commander. He feels bad that this moment happened, and that the couple could not stay. He looks at Lanara. “I’m sorry.” He knows he is saying all the wrong things. He can tell she is in pain. Everyone is clapping, and Tiber does his best to do so too. “Congratulations, Ace! Congratulations to Rynvale!” He hollers from afar with his claps before he turns to Lanara. “Let’s get you home.” He slings the guitar over his shoulder, folds up the blanket and attempts to wrap a towel around the Kelvarian to keep her from getting too cold from the sea. He wraps a towel around his own shoulders. He then puts his hands behind her back and under her legs to potentially scoop her up, so they can head back to Enchantment. If Leoxander notices Tiberius leaving with his beloved, he would give a reassuring nod before disappearing down the beach.

Mathollak said to Arithon, "Hey is that true?" He leans in much closer than he means to. "Hmm. There's no shame in losin' fair and square ya know. She's pretty tough I think, right?"

Arithon Mixes his drink in half of the coconut and takes a sip “Now that’s some good stuff!” He places the other half of the coconut on top to keep it sand free.

Mathollak said to Valrae, "Haven't I seen you somewhere before?"

Lita offers a wave of thanks to Joan and Tiber and the others assembled.

Loravelle has never crowned someone before, so she's extra careful. Extra extra careful since she's been drinking, and once the crown is right where it belongs on Lita's head, Lora hugs her tight. “Queen Commander, congrats!” Being the least stealthy person on that island, she shakes her head slowly. “Nope, that was all Leo.” Maybe one day she'd be good enough to sneakily steal something only to give it back to its owner.

Leoxander returned the hug in rare form, but her words had him grinning slightly if nothing else. “Jus’ wait ‘til I put you to work.” Not that he hadn’t, already, but Deputy was a whole other bag of worms. Stepping back to let Lora get her turn at an embrace and put that shiny crown on Lita, he glanced in the direction of Mathollak but… no, he just didn’t bother. Yeah, he was definitely ready to get drunk now and maybe play with some fire, later. "Trus' me when I say this one's takin' to the lifestyle pretty damn quick." He commented in regards to Loravelle and whether or not she assisted. And here she was today with her shoulders showing and drinking 'coconuts'.

Arithon Turns to Mathollak and leans in whispering “I put all my strength into it and it was like arm wrestling a dragon” Arithon’s head slightly hangs in defeat until he remembers he has tequila and a smile shoots across his face “But you win some and you lose some!” He takes a drink from his coconut.

Leoxander trailed his gaze after Tiber and Lanara, he hadn't been paying much attention - couldn't divide it all that well - but he might take a wild guess at their reason for leaving after hearing his apology and noticing Lanara dealing with some pain. Good thing he'd mentioned that not liable for injuries part.

Valrae nearly screams again as the seaweed moves near her bare foot. “What the f-” She stumbles away from it, nearly tripping over Mathollak. She narrows her eyes down at him but before she can speak he’s asking her an offensive question. The witch frowns at him. “Yes, you have.” She answers snarkily, kicking sand onto his leg pettily. Her eyes move to Arithon as he mixes his own drink. “The slushies are good. You should try those too,” She says, then turns her attention back to Math. “The last time we were this close you were carrying an ass,” She meant a donkey but, “Now you’re just being one.” She needed to land this corny joke. Then she’s laughing, not because of what she said but because of Arithon. “Oh sure, a dragon.”

Joan turns her attention now to readjusting her shawl over her now dried painted arms in there beach theme before taking up her slightly melted cherry slushy. A few long pulls is taken to get the melting watered part out, as she pauses in drinking she’d swirl the straw about to better mix the frozen treat.

Lita said to Mahri, "Alright, I think we need to get some color on this one." She nods at Leo. "Wanna help?"

Mathollak studies Valrae's face intently, accidentally taking it from several different angles as he leans into the wobbles. "Ass..." What could it mean.

Mahri follows behind Lita to the bar. At some point, the scrap of leather that had held the braid in place had been lost to the ocean so that ebony hair fell in a wet curtain down her back. It would appear that Arlyeon so she gestured to one of the security detail who moonlit as a bartender to take over and get whatever drinks were requested at varying degrees of strength. As for a smoke, Mahri patted herself down, "Sorry, don't have any on me.." They were in the duster left in the bedroom where she'd changed in the beach house.

Lita is a bit concerned about Trish. She's... well, alive, mostly. Lita snags a bottle of whiskey from that bar, taking a long swig and then another before Leo is drawing her attention. Right. The hair. "Alright. Color preference still pink?" She asks, just to clarify.

Lita will pass the bottle over to Mahri while they wait for the bartender to remember how to mix spirits, and then towards Leo.

Nortengaal wordlessly hands Leo the still half full glass of various boozes in his left hand and pats him on the shoulder a couple times by way of consolation. He then walks back over to the bar area where Mahri and Lita are waiting for drinks and Trish…looks like she’s about to keel over and die. Finally blowing out the flames on the pitcher in his right hand, he steps behind the bar and around the failing shapeshifter and gets ready to serve some drinks, taking a pull from the pitcher before putting it down, sputtering a bit. “Gods alive, what is *in* this? Surprise indeed, surprised i still have taste buds left.” He tilts his head a bit in consideration, then takes another pull. “Still though, i’ve had worse.” Placing the pitcher down on the bar top in front of him he clasps his hands and rubs them together. “Strongest concoction eh? I’ll see what i can do.”

Mahri || Since Nortengaal has gone behind the bar, the other will attend to any other needs while back there, from cleaning to stocking. Mahri takes the bottle from Lita to take a long pull, handing ti back so she can wring out her hair. Thanks to that anklet, her feet and the rest of her are sand free, but that just mean's Lita isn't and for that she feels bad. Sand had never bothered the wolf, so, she nudges lita with that foot to ask, "Want it back?"

Leoxander gladly takes that glass from his -only.true.friend.-, Nortengaal. “We could take ‘em, y’know…” He murmured to the bearman. Knowing the two women could hear him. “I’ll hold, you punch.” He wasn’t answering Lita’s question regarding his favored shade of pink, but had a few thoughts that would have made the gods smite him where he sat. For what he was about to be subjected to, despite it was possibly the cause of his loss, he took a drink from that glass. He was on a two day vacation.

Lita narrows her eyes at Leo, tugging the whiskey bottle out of his reach when he makes that remark to Nort. She's tugging the bit of fabric from her hair that's kept it pinned up in a messy braid, and runs her fingers through raven curls. She glances at Mahri doing much the same and then back at the pirate. "Really, mate?" She drops an expletive that is veiled as Nort's help behind the bar drops a glass and mumbles an apology as it shatters. "Only one of us lost at arm wrestling." Lita mumbles without apology, taking another drink from that whiskey bottle and chasing it with a third. She was feeling better though, grinning sideways at Leo when Mahri nudges her a bit. "Nah, it's preven- preventative." She has to try twice but finally gets the word out. "All good." She takes another drink, starting to feel nice and warm and fuzzy on the inside, finally. Nort still has drinks coming, right?

Khitti had really meant to be at the party earlier. Like, much much earlier. But sleep had claimed her like a dragon hoarding jewels, after she’d set everything up. She argued with herself (and Khitt too) about whether or not she should even show up now, despite the fact that she knew this was going to be a two day thing (she had to make enough food for it after all). Eventually, she resigned herself to just checking on the baked goods supplies. So, she walked through the streets of Rynvale from the dock where the Tranquility was at (Brand was unfortunately dealing with a cargo shipment and his crew drinking that money away as they often did on the weekends) and once she got to the beach, she crouched down and looked around at the chaos. Quite suddenly, that anxiety of hers flared up and she was half tempted to go back to the ship until Khitt quite forcefully kept her from taking their shared body and leaving. ‘Nope. You’re staying. Long enough at least to check on your table,’ he said. Okay fine. But she was going to do her damnedest not to interact right now. So what does she do? She shadowstepped around behind tents and tables, crouching down low to keep out of sight until she got to her own table and promptly hid beneath it. Never mind the fact that there were wolves and vampires here that could smell her, and other folk likely sensitive to magic that could literally sense her shadowstepping. Khitti’s anxious brain was not in logic mode right now and no amount of Khitt telling her she’s going to get caught could convince her that she probably was going to get caught.

Mahri quirks a brow and whatever drink is put in front of her is downed in one go. She's not going to say anything, since Lita had. But then there's the issue of the anklet. "Fine, let me know if you want it back.".

Nortengaal takes a quick gander at whats available behind the bar. Trish had made some…interesting drinks already - strong too - and it’s giving the bearman some ideas. Smirking at Leo he shakes his head a bit. “I *highly* doubt it’d go that smoothly my friend.” he side eyes the two women briefly, totally sizing them up as adversaries and not at all just checking them out as beauties who could murder him. “Might be fun to try tho…” he murmers back to the pirate before getting back to his drink making. He picks bottle of honey whiskey, which he knows Lita favors, and pours a generous amount into a glass, followed by a finger or so of amaretto and a spash of orange juice, finished with a little umbrella. He places it in front of her, then grabs a bottle of rum, remembering Mahri seems to favor it over whiskey. This he pours an also generous amount into a glass, topping this off with a different kind of rum, and no juice, but still an umbrella. Nort puts that in front of Mah and steps back with a smile, reaching to take a drink from that pitcher. “Here ya go, enjoy!” Mahri can't detect magic, but she does have a good nose. Khitti's scent draws her attention away from the booze and towards the booths, her brows drawing together in a frown.

Leoxander looked toward Lita, and some might notice that for once, the rogue was slurring a bit. “‘Ey… I cr’wned you, lady. You gotchur proper cronination.” He needed another of whatever Ina had been serving, he decided, as whatever she’d given him before was definitely in the race with his lycan blood repairing the impairment. “I thought we were doin’ this hair (bleep’n’bleep)...” Don’t make him start playing with fire. He hadn’t eaten enough of Khitti’s treats to outweigh the Trix Mix. Speaking of tric-... or… Khits, he looked to see a red head through a blur. “I know her.” He said out loud, rather than in his head, pointing his half full glass toward nothing. There was nothing there, and that confused Leo’s senses a bit.

Lita is very much excited at the appearance of honeyed whiskey and she down another gulp from the bottle in hand, letting it go to her head a bit, as she's leaning towards the bar where Nort is pouring. It is her favorite. But then he's adding all this fancy stuff to it and her smile fades and she looks from Nort to Leo and Mahri and back to Nort, trying to figure out why he's going about this travesty of murdering her drink like that. She wants to tell him to stop but the sudden rush of whiskey sadness to her brain won't let her limbs listen. And then Mahri's being short (she thinks) and maybe getting an attitude? Stupid ocean's fault, probably. She huffs but finally takes the drink Nort made, sniffing it cautiously before downing it in one go. Okay, not nearly as bad as she'd thought. "You're good." She'd meant to add the words 'at that' but she offers him a wink instead and snags the bottle of honeyed whiskey from the bar top. She loops an arm around the pirate then, deciding paint is what is needed to unsour moods all around and she's dragging him back towards the paint tent, grinning as she slurs, "You like me… " Khitti || What? No. You know nothing, Leo Snow. DO NOT PERCEIVE THE KHITTI. She’s not here. At all. Totally not grabbing one of those carrot cake cupcakes right now and stuffing the whole damn thing in her face at once like some kind of stress-eating beast. It’s fine. It’s fiiiiiine. After one more cupcake, she just… ever so casually popped up from under the table. And stood in front of it like she’s been here the whole time. Yes. SHE’S BEEN HERE THE WHOLE TIME. But still, do not perceive. She probably just needed a drink. Cinnamon whiskey had been solving everything lately with the world going to sh*t and all.

Arlyeon surfaces from behind the counter like a swimmer, gasping for air and looking a touch less green than she had before. She might also be reaching for a pitcher of water to chug, to clear out some -extremely- gross backwash. Which helps, but she still feels uncomfortable enough that emptying the remnants of it over her face feels warranted. She pauses for a moment to try and orient herself, and maybe to scuff a bit of dirt into a not so empty hole of steaming vom. "...Wow. there's. Sooo many people. Now. Here. I mean." And it looks like she's going to continue that thought, only she tilts right back over, thankfully adjacent to the patched up 'pit'.

Mahri salutes Nortengaal with the glass he presents, "Thanks, Rug. I'm just gonna take it over there," She points to the hammok marked 'reserved', "and lay down."

Leoxander had made an agreement, an accord. Con and criminal that he was he’d honor his word and would never live down the day the Mouse wrestled the Wolf to the stump’s surface. “Yeah, yeah…” he said a bit drunkenly as he stumbled out of the stool but still had the balance to walk with Lita to the paint station. “Guess I mus’, makin’ yer queen’n all…” He was still wondering about the red head he saw but was about to become one himself for a short time. She’d said it washed out well enough, didn’t she? No one else had done their hair, only skin. He didn't count Mahri and Lita. They were brunette.

Nortengaal moves his head to see where Leo is pointing, and is confused to see nobody there. He totally does not perceive the newly arrived Khitti, and as such does not at all happen to leave a bottle of cinnamon whiskey on the edge of the countertop where it might easily be purloined. Trish popping up suddenly gives the bearman a start and he jumps, swearing, but she’s gone again just as quickly before he can do much else. Drinks made - and downed - he opts to take a break from bartending to follow the duo headed for the paint tent, grabbing his pitcher as he goes, lifting it towards Mahri by way of saying goodnight. “No problem Mah, have a nice lay down.” He takes another drink from the now half full container, remarking to himself how easily it seems to be going down now. The therian wonders why that might be until his notices his vision getting…funny and the world seems a little off kilter. “Oh. I’m drunk. Heh. Hehehehe.” the realization set him to giggling to himself like a madman, as he walk/sorta stumbles along his way to the tent.

Lita glances to that sweets booth in passing, seeing another newcomer. Vaguely familiar. But that might be the whiskey thinking. She needed a cupcake still. She tries a step in that direction but only manages to run into Leo, who she's still attached to at the hip. She laughs at him. Right. "I' was a wise choice!" She agrees, at his umpteenth mention of him makin' her queen, even in jest. "But I earned this crown." She says it quietly between them. She's slowly learning to be proud of her accomplishments. And she was proud, not necessarily that she'd won the tournament but just that she'd stayed, that she'd seen it through. Even if it had maybe cost her something else. Nope, not drunk enough for that! She clears her throat, biting her lower lip as she sets about picking colors for Leo's paint trip. Red, orange, yellow, black. She's thinking of the face paint of the fire butterfly she'd done for him at the Cenril bazaar. She trades the yellow out for a sparkly gold, not unlike the color she'd mixed for Nort's tattoo recently. "Smoke, you wan' a go?" She asks, a bit slurred, as she's mixing a sort of flame inspired striped pattern of those chosen colors for Leo. She waves Nort closer. With Mah gone, she might will definitely need the bearman's help lifting the pirate for this dip.

Khitti was still just casually stuffing cupcakes into her face as she watched everyone and their drunk selves with wide eyes that were not unlike her son’s when he was fixated on something (usually a chicken). She side-stepped away from the baked goods table and made her way towards the bar, extremely aware of the things going on around her. Clearly, she should’ve brought a bottle with her for the walk from the docks. If Khitt actually had his own body, he’d be face-palming at her right now. But what if they didn’t have the whiskey she’d been drinking like a fish for the past several months? She was making far too many decisions for her liking today. But then… she saw it. The bottle that Nortengaal left sitting on the counter. The bottle that held her precious spicy alcohol. It was as if the gods themselves descended from their higher plane and put it right there for her. There was a choir of avians singing in her mind as she stared longingly at the bottle, as it sat there enveloped in light and gold that only Khitti could see. There was no sneaking about her now as she ran to the bottle and snatched it up, uncorked and chugged a bit. She hugged the bottle and almost cried a little. “You haven’t forsaken me, my precious.” Yeah, she said that to the drink. She’s pretty weird and she’s not even drunk yet.

Leoxander groaned as he realized what she was calling the bear over for. “Can’I jus’ dip m’head? I d’need to be hoisted like a bloody sail.” But he’d made the bet and would let her majesty make the call. He needed some peanut butter after this, because his stomach would be full of liquor and possibly turned upside down for a moment. “Wha’s the red witch doin’ here?” Whether it was Khitti or Khit - sometimes he wasn’t sure if they were twins or the same, they were both a bunch of witches. He seemed to have forgotten someone had hired them for catering.

Lita is pretty sure Khitti is one of her spirit animals. Splash some paint on her. That's how you claim a spirit animal, right? We'll debate the pros/cons later.

Lita shakes her head at Leo. "No way, gotta dip from the tips to roots, so the pattern sits flat. Otherwise you'll muck it all up." Not that this process had been designed for or meant for hair, exactly. And she had no idea how long it would last in his blonde hair. But he didn't ask, so. She blinks at him when he mentions the red witch though. "Is tha' why she looks fsmiliar?" She blurts out, remembering that last duel. And she shudders a bit, recalling those flowers with all those teeth. Just rude. "Treats after." She promises and with a nod at Nort she'll move to lift Leo into a keg-stand-pose once more to dip his hair into the paint stain.

Nortengaal hurries over as best he can with the blasted sands moving ever-so-gently back and forth. “Yea! Af’er the cap’n of course, dont wanna cut in.” Nort is drunk and ready to help! Two things he often is actually. The helping one more than the drunk one, at least in recent weeks. He gets into position on the other side of Leo, helping Lita to gently dip him into the container of paint and water.

Leoxander didn’t have full dexterity to assist so it wouldn’t be any cheerleader pyramid pose, but he did tense a bit when Lita initiated that lift and his legs bent in as though he’d done a forward or backward flip in his time. Even if his lycan genes had taken away from his more human and lanky frame, he had an instinct for balance, though it was considerably less reliable after downing a couple of Ina’s concoctions. So he had to trust a vampire and a bearwolf… wait… therianthrope, to support him as the artist crafted her newest piece and he squeezed his eyes closed as hair that was never touched by more than his blade was pigmented with ink, just drunk enough to trust his bodyguard Bruin and his Commander Jackal to make sure he didn’t fall in to become a full fledged unicorn of a pirate.

Khitti blinked when she heard the words ‘red’ and ‘witch’ put together in the same sentence. She turned around abruptly, looking for Valrae, and then was promptly disappointed when she realized the blonde wasn’t actually here. She chugged a bit more of her precious whiskey, then turned her attention to the incredibly drunk Leo, smirking faintly. “I’m a redhead, that goes by Red sometimes, and I’m a witch. But I’m not the Red Witch.” More whiskey. “The Red Witch is blonde, has a smokin’ hot body, is too nice for her own good, and not a total freak of nature.” Everything that Khitti was not. She sighed. Fiiiiine. She’ll go play nice. The whiskey is helping, at least. The redhead took the needed steps from the counter to the paint tent and just sort of eyed things warily. Not bad warily, but mainly just because she’d never seen body-marbling done before.

Leoxander spoke back to Khitti as he was lifted from that mix but his eyes were still shut tight. “I bloody know who you are. You helped me get ‘Seven’.”

Lita is grateful for the bearman's help, and Leo's, cutest little cheer pirate ever. As they set him back on the ground, he'll undoubtedly have some streaks of paint dripping across his temples but it sort of looks like melted flame almost, like maybe a candle had dripped from his head. It'll probably look better when his hair dries. Lita glances at Nort, hoping he'll get something a bit more tame and they won't have to lift him. Knitti draws a narrowed glance and a brief smile, if only because Lita is in a mood to play nice. "You wanna try?" She offers, raising a striped blue hand to wriggle her fingers in an enthusiastic wave.

Khitti || There’s more blinking now. “‘Seven’?” What had she helped him get seven of? Not seven dwarves or seven sins and definitely not seven virtues. “Seven what?” Hm. She took another swig, actually slowing up on the bottle for a moment as she pondered this. “The only thing I’ve gotten anyone lately was bad luck, sadness, and death.”

Leoxander resisted the urge to shake. Yeah, so what. It was there. But he resisted it - that was the point. Instead, he wiped ink from his brow with his fingers and slopped it aside to search out Khitti. He’d deal with Lita and Nort’ in a minute. A deal was a deal. “Oh.. so y’are the man, ‘mean… the baker. Wait.. wha’ the hell is goin’ on with that? You got the damn same scent. You fought Lita. But you did’n’... but… you were part o’ th’ Seven…” He had to wipe a bit more trickling gunk from his face before he added, “The slaver ship. That ain’t no bad luck on my part.”

Khitti considered Lita’s offer, then nodded. “Purple and black… with a little bit of green?” She side-eyed Leo after picking her colors. “I… uh… think I’ll stick with just doing my arms instead o my whole head.”

Leoxander just narrowed his eyes slightly, but it didn't last. He definitely needed (didn't need) another drink, and was in search for one, dripping colors.

Nortengaal steps back from Leo and looks to the newcomer with a warm, drunken smile. “I know you! You make the orange scones!” he says, a bit too loudly in his excitement. “And also step weird sometimes.” a reference to the shadowstepping that she does, that he still wants to learn. Before he steps up to take his turn at the color fun, he takes another large swig from his pitcher, then offers it to the other folks despite each one of them having their own booze at hand. It’s probably for the best, since whats in the pitcher can only be described as the fire part of a fire bomb, and it’s not really the sort of thing anybody should be drinking at all, much less a pitcher full. Trish was so nice as to make it for him though, he could hardly turn it down. “Surprise me! I trust your coloring instincts.” the bearman says to Lita, looking down lovingly at the still fresh and new tattoo on his right forearm. “I’m gonna dip my left arm i think.”

Khitti shifted her attention back to Leo and just shrugged. “It’s complicated and probably a bit too much for you to understand right now. Maybe even too much for when you’re sober too, to be honest. Took Meri a bit to grasp it too, if only because she isn’t as involved in magic and such like I am.” For a moment, she suddenly worried if he’d think she was calling him stupid or something. But really, it was complicated to tell anyone that hadn’t actually lived through it. “Something something fate. Something something alternate timelines. Something something there’s two people in one body and we use our spouses’ shapeshifting magic that they put into our bracelet.” She lifted a hand and wiggled the silver seashell charm bracelet on her wrist.

Arlyeon actually revives again- and begins to go through the motions of making another coffin nail- just to put a firm lid on her consciousness. That said, somewhere in the midst of the mixing process, her head starts to throb, and so she sets it down on the counter- conveniently near Leo, and begins to rummage for something a little bit more hydrating. Which is to say, if there's tomato juice or water, she's about to whittle down their supply a bit.

Lita clasps her hands together, biting at one of her knuckles to keep from losing it at watching Leo resist the urge to shake wet paint all over the tent. She'd seen enough dogs and lycans do that over the years and she is loving this for herself. She nods at Khitti's choice of colors. "Gorgeous!" And she sets about matching up a few different shades of colours that she thinks would suit. She manages a spotted pattern of concentric circles, with multiple layers of colors and then a few small swirls of black throughout. She's a little tipsy but it's pretty and she steps aside to let the witch see the paints before dipping her arms in.

Arlyeon supposes anywhere near Leo is technically anywhere not near her- since she's back under the bar nursing the worlds biggest headache.

Lita is more than happy to pick some colors for Nort, of course! Since he's of a darker complexion, she chooses white at first but it's not very fun so she adds a sparkly silver and the. Decides to go for a neon orange and a slightly more pastel bioluminescent orange. He'd mentioned orange croissants, so it seems the color stuck on the artist's brain now. She takes the silver and white together and makes matching swirl patterns in some fancy fashion. Over top of that, she streaks the two orange hues together haphazardly and over that she layers a smattering of white that is not at all solid. So when he dips his skin into it, the white will be the background color, the stripes in the middle and then the swirled design on top. Hopefully. And they can always try again if he doesn't like it.

Leo mumbled a bit drunkenly in reply. “Meri’s yer sister, though.” Wasn’t she? Fugit. He was just wanting to drink and smoke and eat finally, anyhow. Loravelle’s grill was still going, and if no one stopped him he was starting to make his way toward the smell of meat on ice, probably reserved through all that time by Snow. Paint dripping down his back and all, his hair like a painted fire. Rather than spit a skewer of meat he just picked up cut raw chunks of pieces with… well, there should be something in his hand. A bottle - hopefully not a glass Ina had made - but he just knew he needed something in his stomach and found a seat in his swim trunks and lucky shirt with liquor and food to refuel.

Khitti grinned somewhat at Nortengall and nodded. “I am the one that made the orange scones. If I knew you were gonna be here, I would’ve added it into the stuff I made.” She then peered over at the design Lita had made up and offered the vampire a smile, “Perfect!” She set down her bottle of whiskey, took off the bracelet (so as not to get it covered in paint) and put it into her mouth for a moment then went and dipped her arms in. After what seemed like long enough, she pulled them back out and eyed all the patterns that the paint made up. “Looks like I’ve got something new to entertain my kid with this week,” she said, with an appreciative tone for the other artist’s work. “He loved your temporary tattoos by the way.”

Khitti nodded to Leoxander as he went off for food. “Adopted sister, yes.”

Lita might blush a bit at Khitti's enjoyment. "I'm so glad!" They were always frustrating to make but also so much fun to hand out. She motions towards the table of temporary tattoos also available for grabs for those who don't want paint or want to take some home. "I hope you'll take him some, if he can't make it tomorrow. But we'll have the paints out tomorrow, too, if you want to bring him by." Lita is a vampire and still wrinkles her nose at the sight of Leo casually muching some raw meat popsicles.

Leoxander seemed to just be trying to eat something at that point.

Khitti smiled and nodded at Lita, “I certainly will bring him some. I’m not sure about tomorrow though.” Here her smile faded somewhat and she went to hide it with her whiskey again. “A lot has been going on in Cenril and Vailkrin and I’m attached to both of them. And now things have suddenly been made even more difficult for me and my work at getting rid of the stigma around dark magic and my guild has been undone. So, we’ll see, but I can’t make any promises unfortunately. But maybe I’ll bring him by your shop at some point. It’s been a while since I’ve been there.”

Nortengaal grins back at Khitti, somewhat drunkenly. “S’alright, the stuff you made is still fantastic i’m sure.” He hadnt actually gotten to eating anything yet, having gone straight for the booze. Might be why he’s so inebriated at the moment, and working on getting more so still. Turning to the paint station, he excitedly dips his arm into the paint mixture slowly, waiting a moment to withdraw it equally as slowly. The end result is simply marvelous, and Nort happily just stares at it for a moment, the colors crisscrossing and dripping a bit in a truly mesmerizing pattern. Perhaps more so than usual due to his intoxication, but enjoyment is enjoyment and he one arm side hugs Lita with the non-paint arm to show his appreciation. “Thanks Needles! It came out great!” There it is, the nickname that’s been percolating in his mind for a few days now. Seems only fair he’d have one for her since she’s got one for him. Now he just has to think of one for Mahri and he’ll be all set.

Lita had very little sober brain capacity left at the moment and there are a lot of words flying at her about really important things that she had no intentions of addressing or dealing with today. Instead she's looking for that bottle of honeyed whiskey for a drink. She understands the notion of coming by the shop. "Of course!" She chimes in finally. "If you send me some things he likes, I can customize some of the temporary tattoos for him, even. I make them for Meri's little sometimes, too." It's how it had all started, in fact.

Arithon raises his head up off the bar counter realizing the passage of time “Oh no, my head is going to hurt” he gets up from the bar throws some sawdust in the bottom of his sand castle and calls Wilbur over to him. “Ok, I’m going to take a little mage nap; don’t you worry I’ll wake up bright eyed and ready to go” No sooner than Arithon was done talking you could here the snores of the Elf and Piglet coming from their half destroyed sand castle.

Lita is being gathered into a side-bear-hug and that's enough to send her into a little fit of laughter again, which is cut short at Smoke's nickname making her blush momentarily. It fades quickly, but still. "You're sweet." She manages. "I'm gonna grab a snack and try and get some sleep, I think. But you guys have fun, OK?" She squeezes Nort back, almost as an afterthought and offers Khitti a wave, making a beeline for the sweets table and some red velvet cake pops, snagging three in one hand. She heads for the bonfire where Leo is, finally, and wraps her arms around his neck, leaning against his back as she hugs him loosely, whiskey and treats dangling in front of him. He's warm and his hair is still damp and she doesn't care, just breathes him in for a second before turning her head to press a kiss against his temple. Words, unnecessary. And then she'll head up towards the beach house to check on Zazen, and probably commandeer a leather duster since someone is passed out in that hammock. Mwahaha.

Khitti suddenly realized she might not be drunk enough to be around everyone right now. The look Lita had was similar to one she’d seen on Meri any time Khitti started running her mouth a mile a minute about things. But also she wanted to be able to actually walk back to Brand’s ship and not have him have to come look for her when he was probably still working and sorting stuff out with his first mate for the next cargo run to who knows where in Lithrydel, so drinking enough to catch up wasn’t an option, unfortunately. “Speaking of the kid, I should… probably get back to the docks. Thanks for the paint. And the whiskey. And if you need more food for tomorrow, just send word to the bakery, okay?”

Leoxander felt Lita’s hug. He heard Athiron’s promise. He turned his head to half kiss Lita’s chin in return, but he was clearly hungry and would eventually realize there were sharpened stakes to put a bunch of mean onto and go roast by the fire until he was properly refueled. Didn’t matter if he was alone or not. The pirate was home.

Afterhours, Night One

Leoxander somehow sensed by the mischief in Lita’s tone she was referring to him as ‘this one’ and glanced her way, heading conveniently toward that booth since that was where he left his bottle and obsidian pipe. “Dontchu think I got ‘nough ink on me already?” He touched the small of Loravelle’s back either in passing, or to encourage her to walk with him so he could take another toke of that herb and do some proper shots, which he motioned for the bartender to line up as he placed the bottle down on the bar. It was a race against lycan metabolism to catch a buzz but he was the determined sort. “An’ what’s this thing with the coconuts I hear floatin’ around? How many o’ those you had?” He wasn’t going to restrict her. There was more amusement in his eyes than suspicion.

Mahri said to Lita, "I'm up for it." The finger had stopped bleeding by then and the cut already started to close. "Got a plan?"

Lita shakes her head at Mahri. "Not at all." Which isn't unusual. "If he puts up a fight, you snag one arm an' I'll get the other." She nods at the she-wolf. And then she's heading towards the bar with Mahri in tow. "I think you got plenty of ink on your body but I think there's somethin' that gets a bit left out..." She says to Leo, reaching out to tug at a lock of his blonde hair. She glances at Lora here, sensing the fiancee might protest. "Don't worry, it washes out eventually." But Lita isn't taking no for an answer and she's every intention of dragging Leo towards that painting booth with or without Mahri's assistance.

Valrae decided Math was too drunk. “You should drink some water.” She informs him, setting her cup on the bar. “And I’m going home.” She sends a parting smile to Arithon, winking as she says, “Catch you around for a rematch sometime.” And then she’s off, collecting her guards and her things for the ship ride home.

Joan now moves to finish off her cherry slushy, frozen drink in hand the vampiric healer moves off towards the bonfire and the s’mores making section. Time to roast a couple marshmallows and place them between broke chocolate pieces and two graham crackers! Yum.

Loravelle is still on the hunt for sea weed, but her fixation on it is gone for the most part. With Leo's touch and his walk toward the bar, she changes her mind. More pina coladas it is! At the bar, Lora orders drink number six...? Yeah. Six. “Five...” And when the next one is served to her, she smiles innocently at Leo before taking a drink. “Six. I'm collecting them.” How she isn't swaying and slurring her words yet is some sort of miracle, but the bartender has been watering down her drinks without her knowing. Leo might be able to tell if he takes a drink from her coconut when she offers it.

Mahri || Lita goes to one side, Mahri the other and studies all that blonde critically, as if she has any idea 'bout color. "I think that would look nice with a pink marbling."

Mahri said to Loravelle, "Scuze us, but a bet is a bet so I gotta help with this."

Loravelle looks up at Lita tugging some of Leo's hair and she's a little confused. "Are you cutting it?" Please gods no. But there is that painting booth... She tries to imagine Leo with any hair color other than blonde. "Brown?" Or something unnatural. "Blue?"

Arlyeon might be casually busying herself with one of her own soufflares. Specifically, peeling all the good chocolate-y pastry bits from around the fireworks. For the explosive residue, she simply scoops it up into one of her waivers, and passes it off to the first sloshed firebug she can find, "Have fun, kid." Hence settled with some munchies, she swaggers and staggers over towards the bar, "If ja got anythin' with spiced rum- that'd be the thing." There's a pause and she spins on her heels to gawk over the gathered crowd. "...Nice turn out."

Loravelle said to Mahri, "Pink! Do pink. Yes."

Loravelle is a little too enthusiastic about this but in her defense, she'll make up for it with some coconut and seaweed costume that she'll drunkenly cobble together later. Maybe. If she remembers.

Leoxander waited while the bartender lined up five shots. His shots, and he might just bite at a hand to come near them. “You two act like I can’t damn well hear you.” But he figured they knew he could, and showing no fear for their plotting, began to down one shot at a time, one after another, down the line. Wincing only slightly through the burn, he eyed his wife to be. “Case you haven’t noticed, babe, yer on an island full of ‘em.” No shortage of coconuts there. Maybe for her artsy craftsy stuff. Keen as his hearing was he’d been making certain things went off without a hitch and the buzz of different voices could only be separated so much. He hadn’t caught the influence from the witches.

Lita snaps her fingers at Mahri's suggestion of pink and Lora seems just as excited about it. This is a done deal at this point, Leo.

Leoxander lifted his attention to Trix at her approach, motioning back with an empty shot glass toward the fireworks stand. "Not exactly what I had in mind, but I can't say I didn't expect you to put a twist on yer orders."

Loravelle wonders if she's seeing things as a mass of green with eyes is heading her way. "L-Leo..." She points. That isn't one of the pups. Or her nephew. Is she actually really drunk and just unaware? Did someone slip something in her drink? It's getting closer.

Lita loops an arm around one of Leo's, trusting Mahri to get the other and will be half dragging him towards the painting tent if needed. If Lora tags along too, she can pick out a few different colors of pick to swirl together in that dip station.

Mahri will slip an arm through Leo's, pull it closse because lets not forget she's in a bathingsuit, to pull him along with Lita towards the dip station. "C'mon Captain, it'll be fun."

Mahri 's not paying attention to Ina at all.

Arithon finishes the last drop of his drink and hangs the coconuts around his neck; as he does so he looks down and notices where the coconuts sit on his chest “By the Gods!” He exclaimed. “I’ve been drinking out of…” His face turns red, but who’s is this?! He hides the coconuts under a cloth sitting on the table.

Leoxander hadn’t noticed the seaweed… thing… until that moment, either. But despite that he was trying to relax and focus on getting drunk and not get his hair dyed, he was ready to draw a knife from wherever it was concealed. That is, until he felt a vampire and a lycan catch hold of his arms and he immediately jerked in frustration for the need to protect their mortal. “The hell is that?! …Mathollak!” It was an educated guess who was responsible since Ina was right there. He looked suddenly and sharply toward Arithon. The man had come in armor so it only seemed likely that... "You got a weapon? Kill that thing!" He didn't know the guy, but was already giving him orders.

Arlyeon offers a non-commital shrug, leaning over the counter to gawk at the various drinks, "Blame tha' whole prohibition thing that Cenrils' got goin', Capn'." Arlyeon said to Leoxander, "Also, have fun with whateva' hells they got planned fer ja."

Leo intended to remedy that whole prohibition thing in due time, but for now he muttered a low response to Ina for her lack of assistance. "Bloody coward..."

Arlyeon said to you, "Oh, Should I be helpin' 'em? I woulda thought hangin' offa ya in this outfit might be a problem?"

Arithon slightly inebriated looked in the direction of Leoxander and noticed an unknown thing that has been identified as a threat, he pulls out his Darkness Wand, his face becomes as still and somber as stone “OBLITERATE!” Arithon casts his spell hitting the thing.

Leoxander growled in his chest at Trix's casual banter in the midst of that moment, their back and forth just a blink of time.

Loravelle figures the tent might be safe that Mahri and Lita are dragging Leo off to, especially as the seaweed creature draws closer. But maybe it's an opportunity to snag some seaweed. Those pina coladas are making her just a little bit brave, but not by much. Brave enough to not sprint away from the potential danger at least. But then a stranger whips out a wand and she beelines right for the tent, woefully leaving her drink behind. Magic is too scary.

Lita is still trying to figure out what has happened and which part of that security detail let that wand slip past them. Not that most of them weren't armed but most of them weren't also tossing weapons around so haphazardly. She wasn't drunk enough for any of this. "Leo, you're gettin' pink hair, and then I'm draggin' one o' these pretties for a dip in the water. Maybe both." She eyes Lora and Mahri here.

Leoxander wasn’t all that worried about seaweed and slightly more concerned about the drunk with a wand - not the weapon the rogue suspected. “Okay, okay! Enough’o that…” He’d rather have seaweed than a stray beam of magic set the fireworks booth on fire. They still had hold of him, as far as he could tell. “Don’ you got better things to do than torture me, ‘Queeny?’” He looked over his shoulder in what he assumed Mahri’s direction, whether or not she held him captive, too. He was still going to take both of them to make him take more than a step back. His strength had long since improved since turning back up scrawny and run down. “An’ you… betrayin’ me like this.” He’d seen Loravelle hike it quick for the tents and the maned wolves had chased after her. “Someone tell that damn woman that seaweed ain’t gonna kill her.” Granted, she couldn’t swim, and this one seemed to have had eyes, but he guessed it was the magic that spooked her.

Mahri 's security detail is getting fired; they're standing around dumbfounded as a green blob of seaweed is making it's way wherever it apparently wants to. She also has her arm hooked around Leo's so when he looks her way, she gives him a smile.

Loravelle peeks her head out from the tent she's collected coconut shells in occasionally to check for magic seaweed critters and spell slingers, but clearly she's up to something in there. She'll be out soon. Promise.

Arithon face drops and picks up a drink and uses his wand to stir it and takes a sip “Hmm, nope; wasn’t enough obliterate in that last one” Arithon ignores the concern for the fireworks stand and give his shot another go “Don’t make me repeat myself! OBLITERATE!” Arithon casts his spell one last time with his booze soaked wand aiming at the creature/thing.

Leoxander had said enough, hadn’t he? That was just the problem with an open bar. “Sonuva… HEY.” The end sound toward Arithon was like a dire wolf’s bark, commanding attention and probably hurting some sensitive ears. “I’ma ob’liter you if you don’t quit firin’ that thing. There’s a g’damned bonfire, full wagon o’ liquor an’ a bloody troll sized box of explosives in range, savvy?!” Sure, he had accomplished the task, but it was time to put the wand away…

Lita and Mahri on their own might not have been enough to drag Leo off without a struggle. But their powers combined, they're a bit of hell to contend with. Which is why Leo kept them around and put up with them, probably. Though if Arithon wasn't careful, Lita had half a mind to let the pirate go and tear the wizard a new one. Even if she did like that little piglet. She'd no intention of letting her beach house (or more importantly, that hammock!) get taken out by a stray bolt because he'd failed to aim through some tipsy chanting. "Knock it off, or you're next in here, got it!?" She yells over at the wizard. She was not above dying his armor all sorts of pretty neon colors.

Arithon falls back in his chair “Fine, my drink was getting warm anyways *hick*”

Mahri doesn't need to add her own threat at Arithon, but he might catch a silent snarl on her face.

Arithon puts his wand in the little pack on Wilbur’s back “Keep that safe lil buddy” Arithon pats Wilbur on the head.

Loravelle jumps at the sound of Leo's voice, peeking her head out yet again from the tent. That paired with being within range of a wand wielder sobered her up quick, but she's finished her 'project' at least. She isn't brave enough to wear it outside of the tent though, so she'll just leave it for now and rejoin the others since it looks like everything has settled down. She heads for where Lita and Mahri are holding Leo. “Maybe some lavender too?” Might look good with pink. Might get a frustrated look from Leo too, but she sticks her tongue out at him. Mah and Lita are a bad influence on her.

Lita grins at Lora. "You are a devious little genius." She beams. She nods towards the selection of paints. "There's a whole set of those neon ones that will glow under the moonlight." She is definitely encouraging Lora to pick some of those. "Swirl some into the tub there and we'll dunk Leo's hair in." As gently and coordinated as they can for a lycan.

Loravelle eyes go wide. Glowing? He'll kill her, but how can she refuse a suggestion like that?! Glowing lavender... She searches through all the neon paints and finds a neon purple. Not quite lavender, but it's purple and it'll glow. She pours some into the tub and swirls it with her hand, which results in a hand that glows with splotches of purple. Oh he's going to murder her for sure, and she tries very hard to avoid any potential glares Leo might shoot her way.

Leoxander knew there wasn’t much use trying to ‘hulk out’ between those three and try to escape. It was a party, and maybe those five shots and a week he wouldn’t mention had him a bit less willing to fight. “Y’know I’m gonna get you back for this.” He had to use his words as threats, instead. “Every bloody one o' you.” That included his fiance. But he did a bit of a stinker move and made the two drag him backward to that cauldron of color, his bare heels tracking two lines in the sand.

Mahri said to you, "Look, Mouse even picked a color for you. See how happy she is?" Emotional blackmail is apparently not below Mahri to use, in this situation. "She's so cute when she's happy."

Leoxander turned his head to pretend gnaw at Mahri's had, maybe just skimming her pinky knuckle or wrist bone for a bite.

Mahri giggles. Yep, that's right. She giggled and helped Lita drag/pull a resistant Leo towards that tub. "Hey now!" she admonishes playfully with the graze of teeth, "I don't know where you're mouth has been."

Arithon notices Wilbur burrowing a hole in the sand “Good idea” Arithon gets up from his chair and starts helping Wilbur “Letsh dig a couple feet *hic* down, tosh the sand up and build some walls” Arithon grabs a piece of drift wood and a rag and makes a flag and places it outside of the hole. “See Wilbur *hic* we are the kings of our own castle”.

Loravelle can't help but giggle along with Mahri because Leo looked like he was having a temper tantrum. It's funny, but she steps back from the tub of glowing paint so she isn't in the way. “You'll look enchanting, Leo,” she teases.

Lita is glad she's not the only one against a little emotional torment here. "You're gonna get us back?" She sneers at Leo in jest. "This is already payback for all that fawnin' you just did!" Excuse me while I straighten my crown though, ahem. She waits for Lora to get a pretty swirl of colors set up and then she nods at Mahri. "Struggle all you want, this is happenin', Captain." She drawls that last word with emphasis. A title she doesn't use for him herself but she respects all the same. She reaches a hand to his lower back and pulling with a hand at his shoulder, aims to flip him upside down, not unlike one would for a keg stand (minus the keg). She'll have to hope Mahri is quick to help hold his weight here, as they unceremoniously set about getting his hair dipped into that treated water to give those pretty golden locks some streaks of pink and purple shimmer.

Mahri mimics Lita, one hand reaching for Leo's lower back and the other hand supporting his shoulder so he doesn't get entirely dunked and ends up with swirls of color on his face. Loravelle is glad she stepped out of the way when Lita and Mahri effortlessly lift Leo up together. Her mouth falls open, dumbfounded at just how strong both of them are. “How...” There is no way her noodle arms could pull something like this off. She pinches her bicep and winces. Yup. Too weak.

Arithon and Wilbur peak over their sand walls watching Leo be dunked like cookie into milk.

Leoxander shot a look at Loravelle first. Talk a big game, book keeper, but Leo had plenty of work for her to do… with numbers and such. At least it distracted him from biting the fellow wolf for a moment. “Careful that crown don’t fall in.” He was behind them. He didn’t know if she had already taken it off. Maybe it was just enough distraction. Leo wouldn’t go without a fight. On one hand, he might just be flipped backward ‘by their powers combined’. On the other hand the rogue might have the dexterity and know-how to twist and dislodge himself, pushing his weight back to get back on his feet behind them, grabbing them both by that lovely braided and bunned hair by the backs of their head to abruptly dip their faces and hair down into the marbling paint of their selected colors. One or two of them was getting some color that evening.

Arlyeon pauses for a moment, before she begins to complete the forward flop she'd begun earlier, slipping over the edge of the bar with a distinct liquor-induced-languidness. Which is an absolute disgrace to the clothes she's wearing- but it's fine. As is the fact that she's now armed with the means of mixing a few cocktails for herself. Whether they're -appetizing- is something else entirely. "Dun Nuh~ Behold, The -" What do you call whiskey, rum, and tequila mixed together? "..S'a coffin nail is what it is." Bottoms up. That said, liquid death is hardly fun when drunk alone, so a few -glasses- of this concoction are slipped up on the counter for unfortunate souls to pick up later.

Leoxander helped pull them back up out of that mixture quick, and he growled in an amused tone through a grin. “I ain’t that drunk, yet, ladies…”

Lita was not expecting Leo, after a few drinks, to still be sober enough to land the maneuver that he has. Maybe that has more to do with the number of slushies she's had though, as she finds her hair suddenly captive and her face being dunked into that pool of paint riddled water. Her arms are already adorned with various colors and patterns, her face might as well match too, but pink and purple!? Really!? She manages to reach up and snag that crown off her head to save it from any painted disasters, but by the time she whirls on the pirate, mouth agape, there is paint dripping down her cheeks and her neck. And there aren't enough seagulls to cover the amount of explatives she has planned for him but she manages to keep her cool and just returns that crown to her head, straightening it appropriately. "You have to sleep at some time." She says quietly, dark eyes narrowed at him. She glances at Lora with a pout. She now looks like a child's abandoned art project, one arm covered in stripes, the other splotches and her face in swirls, all different color schemes. "I need a drink and a sparkler."

Mahri yelped, not expecting, though she should have, Leo to pull some crap like this. Finding herself falling sideways into that tank, half of her face, one ear and a bare shoulder get painted in pink and purple. Being pulled up, the colorful lycan sputters with indignation, "Ass.." she growls, but it desolves into laughter at that point. This is probably the most fun that Mahri's had for quite some time.

Loravelle is left dumbfounded a second time at Leo... was that a suplex? Did he just suplex..dunk both of their heads into the tub?! And is she next? She hurries to try rescuing Lita's crown so it doesn't get sandy. With it in her hands, she meets Lita's gaze with a pout to match for both the vampire and Mahri. That looked like an unpleasant way to get this done, but the paint actually looks kinda neat. “Pick some colors for me?” She offers, holding Lita's crown out for her to take back. If Leo isn't getting dunked and painted, Lora can to compensate. Leoxander outright laughed. It was a rare sound, but this one showed those slightly longer canines for his joy. Seeing Lita donning her pristine crown with marbling paint dripping down her face like she was a melting rainbow was just princess, and of course he’d since let them go. He pats both their cheeks with his open hand, splatting a bit of paint, getting some on his fingers, then swiping it like warpaint across his cheekbones. “More like you need a swim, Ace. You got somethin’ on yer face.” He knew Loravelle was in on it. Oh yeah. She was next. "I think a nice lavender..." He enunciated that word, "...for the maiden, here."

Lita agrees lavender would look splendid on Lora. she chooses a few pastel purples and greens and then a bit of silver with sparkles in it and designs some swirl patterns in the tub the Attendant has already reset after Leo's rude shenanigans. "Alright Lora, you're up!" No dunking this time though.

Lita said to you, "Guess I'm stealin' this one for a swim next." She nods at Mahri, because the she-wolf had also just gotten dunked into that paint and also, she'd forgotten that Lora doesn't know how to swim. "And then more slushies by the fire! And maybe desserts. Somebody brought cupcakes and they look delicious."

Arlyeon just tastes regret. Perhaps not in the same manner as the lot currently turning themselves into living Canvases, but to say she's not fond of her current stab at alcoholic alchemy is an understatement. That's not to say she doesn't -finish- it, but- every bit of torn up souffle she'd snagged earlier has been eaten at this point to get the taste out of her mouth. And it's still not enough. "Arright. How about-" A dash of Vodka, half as much as the heaviest rum, carefully (or not so carefully poured over the top- and then a dash of fire breath. The fact that she doesn't set the entire bar alight with this display is likely proof her luck is still holding out- but it leaves her holding a neat little drink blazing with a blue flame. "A Cenrili Surprise? Could toss one of these over in Larket n' say we said hi~" The question is- how many of these can she make (and stack), before a pyrotechnical accident happens. "Time ta' science." Really shouldn't have left her unattended.

Nortengaal :: “Oh i’m late i’m late i’m late. For a very important date. No time to say ‘i’m on my way!’, i’m late i’m late i’m late.” Such a jaunty little tune the bearman is singing as he jogs - yes, actually jogs! - down the beach towards the festivities that’ve been in the works for some time now. Why is he late? Well, thats an easily answered question - that is not going to be answered unless it has to be, because it’s a little embarrassing. Anyways, rounding the dunes he quickly makes his way to the party, moving faster than probably anybody in attendance has ever seen him move, outside of his blood bowl bout, arriving just in time to see, well, a lot of things really. Theres somebody he doesnt know with a piglet in a sand castle, various booths set up as expected, a very tempting looking bar, some tents, and other things one might expect to see at an event like this. What he doesnt expect however, is the very end of the acrobatic move and dunking of the two women by Leo. That stops him in his tracks with a small spray of sand, and he actually claps a few times at the impressive display. “Didnt know you could move like that Cap’n!” he says loud enough to be heard as he walks over to the group. He had been curious about what body marbling was, but it’s been made abundantly clear given the state of the two women after their dunking, and he’s kinda interested in getting some himself. Having long since shucked his usual attire of vest,pants, and boots for the more beach-ready fare of swimming shorts and nothing else, he’s got a lot of viable real estate to utilize.

Loravelle steps forward after Leo and Lita decide what colors she's going to be dipped into. “I'm probably easier to pick up than he is,” she laughs nervously, casting a wary glance at Leo. She has no idea if she's about to get picked up and dropped in or how exactly this is gonna go, but she trusts the Commander Queen and Captain to not drown her.

Leoxander was conveniently looking Loravelle’s way when he responded to Lita. “I could use a snack, myself.” But more alcohol, more importantly, and since the wonder-twins weren’t too keen to try to dye his hair again, he was making his way to the bar to pick up one of Ina’s drinks and sniff at it, leaning against the sand anchored bar counter to watch and see if the Mouse complied with the Queen Commander’s demands. He was distracted by Arlyeon’s continued pouring but fugit, he offered his glass over for whatever else she was adding, but eyed the bottle for something less than settling in case she decided to add some sort of laxative or potion to the mix in his glass. She had promised not to ruin the party, in a sense. Next to pull his attention was Nortengaal’s distant… song? “We did have it out once for trainin’. You here to go again or you wan’ me to find you a sunshine sticker an’ a snow cone?” Just a tease, as he reached out to grasp the therianthrope’s grip in his own in that usual less than formal handshake. “Glad you made it.”

Loravelle said to you, "I'm not edible, Bunny." Loravelle is gonna blame the alcohol for that one. She's in trouble.

Arithon breaches his sandcastle walls and walks to the edge of the water letting his feet be covered by the waves “Now that’s refreshing” he opens up a waterproof bag and takes out a small bone pipe and packs it full of silverleaf and lights it. “It’s nights like these you don’t forget Wilbur.”

Mahri is a multicolored lycan at the moment, dressed in only a dark red swimsuit with diamond cut outs on the sides and back. Hearing Nortengaal, the wolf looks over in time to see that he is in much less than she's seen him in since meeting the bear. But it's Lita's suggestion of a swim that is a good distraction. "About that swim, Ace?"

Arlyeon lurches up from behind the bar and stares at Leo for a few moments. Long enough, in fact, for her slightly glass-eyed stare to come back into focus, at about which point she snatches the empty glass from his hands, spins on her heels, and gently guides one of the 'coffin nails' over towards him with her tail. It's weirdly graceful, if one ignores the fact that by the end of the motion, she's managed dislodge a bottle of rum from the wall, get it caught in her dress- and keel back over, "Hello new friend."

Leoxander fixed his gaze on Lora, indeed, and he oh so casually took a drink from the trickster’s mixtures. Okay, so it was strong enough that he had to look into that glass and make certain it wasn’t lamp fuel, but he set the glass down after one more dangerous drink. “The hell yer not.” He said in his own level tone, leaving the foxkin to her rum company for the moment as he began to approach Lora. “I think you might use a swim, yerself.”

Lita won't be dunking Lora into that paint mixture. Rather, she'll show the Mouse how to dip her hand or arm or elbow or whichever body part she wants decorated, into the mixture. She offers Lora another kiss on the cheek, probably leaving a bit of still-wet paint on the girl's skin. "You're too adorable." She says quietly, maybe a bit sadly. She's either had not enough drinks or a just right amount. She'd vote the former. She glances up to wave a striped blue hand at Nort but before she can call out, Mahri is asking about that swim she'd suggested. "Sure." She manages, turning to head towards the ocean with the she-wolf in tow. She'll assume it's partly that the lycan doesn't want to be seen in such attire. But that's fine. She hadn't been in the water yet today and even with the sun down, she'd enjoy it. When they get a fair bit away, she leans in to whisper something to the lycan. Lita whispered something to Mahri.

Mahri is towed to the water, the coolness lapping over her feet, ankles then legs as the two wade deeper. It's when Lita pauses to lean to speak in her ear the wolf stops. Her brow furrows a second before she whispers her answer in return. Mahri whispered something to Lita.

Loravelle can't hide the relieved look on her face when she realizes Lita isn't gonna scoop her up and dunk her into the tub. The daintier approach is more her speed, and she kisses Lita's cheek too. “So are you!” She wonders what she takes to be a potentially saddened tone is about, and if she were to guess, it's probably because of how Leo dunked her and Mahri. Well.. He's heading back, and she's already dipped either arm into the tub to make her limbs glowing and lavender in color. This stuff washes off pretty easily, right? So maybe coloring her braid with splotches of paint from her hands wouldn't be a bad thing. At least she hopes not. The thought of swimming at night is a frightening one, but she wouldn't be alone out there. It might be fun, even. “But I just got my arms all done,” is her feigned protest to Leo, but she wouldn't say no to trying.

Nortengaal clasps arms with Leo, grinning. “True, but you didnt pull anything like that stunt at the bar, just cracked me in the skull a bunch.” Releasing his grasp he picks up one of the glasses off the bar and sniffs it idly, reeling back a second in surprise before taking another, more cautious sniff. Oooo this is gonna be a good night. Without any more preamble he takes a hefty drink from the glass, holding back a cough. Stong stuff, and oddly tasty all things considered. Dangerous indeed. “Night’s young Cap’n, might just have a little bit of everything.” he says before Leo stalks over to Lora. With another hefty pull from the glass he empties it, and sets it back down on the counter. “Nice catch Trish, very smooth. Did you make this?” he asks, indicating the empty glass. “If you did, keep em coming.” While he waits to see if she’s actually playing bartender or just hanging out behind the bar, he looks around, taking in the sights again. This time however, he really registers one of the women as Mahri as the two of them head into the water (whereas he had noted it was someone Mahri-shaped, but was distracted by things), and his jaw literally drops open for a moment, seeing her in her swimsuit. It takes a second for his higher functions to kick in again and he looks away, back to the bar to where he’ll be getting a drink one way or another. This crush is going to get him killed if he’s not careful. Or maybe even if he is, depending on what it inspires him to do about it.

Lita swats a hand at Mahri's shoulder. She glances behind them at the assembled group of heathens with a grin. Wriggling her toes into the wet sand, she drags Mahri into the water for a quick swim in the waves. But she's no intention of getting stung by a jellyfish, especially not since she's swimming with a lycan! She doesn't like anybody that much, sorry. Lita whispered something to Mahri.

Leoxander led Lora back to the bar with him rather than pull her over a shoulder, intending to retrieve his drink, any drink, and maybe his pipe in turn. “You wanna arm wrestle then?” He teased, clutching her hand for a subtle kiss at the back of her painted knuckles, probably dry enough but maybe leaving a little sparkle on the pirate’s mouth, unknowingly. “Nort’ll referee us, won’t you? An’ they had it comin’. My hair is a very meticulous thing, mate.” He glanced at the bearman, seeing that jaw dropped and all, while Leo decided to just toss back whatever was in his glass and swallow, perhaps somewhat reckless but it was also kind of a display that he trusted Ina wouldn’t poison him. If she did, plenty had seen her make that drink. Was that wizard still around? He glanced across the scene to check if he was passed out in the sand, the bonfire still flaming bright and those lanterns glowing here and there.

Arithon walks to the bar and grabs a drink “Oof, that last drink is finally wearing off; trick Is always stay one step in front of the hangover” Arithon takes a gulp of his drink “And that’s how it’s done”

Loravelle blinks. Arm wrestling? “Sure,” though she sounds unconvinced. Peering down at their twined hands, she grins at the lettering tattooed on his knuckles. Yeah. She could totally beat Leo. This tapped into one of her favorite things even if she usually was terrible at it unless she put coin on her fiance. Betting. With her free hand, she waves at Nort once they're closer to the bar. “What's in it for me if I win?” Since bets are Trish's thing too, Lora looks her way too. Maybe she had some totally safe and not dangerous or frightening suggestions.

Mahri takes that swim into the waves with Lita and when she comes up for air it's to find the vampire rather close and speaking quietly once again. If she happened to blush, at least no one on shore can see it. Her return is hissed between clenched teeth thouch just as quiet. Mahri whispered something to Lita.

Leoxander hummed a chuckle at Loravelle, but he did flinch a little and double back to look at his empty glass as he felt the kick of the Tricker’s Mixture(™). She’d said sure but he wasn’t taking her seriously until she was waving Nortengaal over. And then she was betting? Hadn’t he told Lita this one was fitting right into that rogue lifestyle? “Alright… stakes.” He may regret it, but he also looked toward Ina. “Not… -too- crazy, eh?” That was like telling a gopher not to burrow.

Nortengaal raises his hands over the flaming glasses, noticing them for the first time somehow. Look, a lot is happening right now ok? It’s totally reasonable to miss a pile of fire almost literally under your nose. Anywho, a small orb of neutral energy forms around the pile of glasses and the fire dissipates, absorbed into the walls of the orb, which Nort then absorbs himself, storing up a little bit of energy for later. He then takes up the glass of many alcohols and takes a large drink from it, drinking the booze almost as easily as water somehow (the secret is to pour it directly down into your stomach, cut out the middle man as much as physically possible), following it up with a belch and a slight grin. Seems that first glass is already starting to do it’s job as he waits for a, what did she call it, a Cenril Surprise? This should be interesting. While he waits, he waves Lora with a “Hey there! Long time no see, how ya been?” followed by a nod to Leo. “Arm wrestling eh? I’ll ref that, fer sure. Just lemme get my drinks real quick.”

Loravelle should have known he was sharp enough to catch on to all of her nonsense. Well, there goes her silly surprise if she were brave enough to pull it off. ...Now she had to if she lost. But she's tough. Kinda. ...Not really. She wasn't going to back down from this at least. “Fine,” her response is higher pitched than normal, betraying the Mouse's nerves. Time to stall a little. “You can't use your lucky hand. That's cheating.” ...And he's ambidextrous, so this is really just a stupid idea on her part.

Mahri 's yelp of surprise turns into a gurgle of water and bubbles. The wolf had hardly had anything to dring this night, so when she twists to see it's Lita who has her ankle, the woman glares at the vampire and tugs at the grip, silently demanding the grip released.

Arlyeon meets that glare without a hint of fear- perhaps due to her general incorrigible nature, Though booze hindered vision, and a healthy share of liquid courage no doubt helps, "Thas' fine. She can agree ta yer terms n' mine. Jus' means I get ta choose when the sunsets~ Cheers." As for Nort- well, what he's drinking is already the surprise- but where they might be manageable doses- she's now ramping up the size to be somewhat more proportionate to him. This also means that when she coughs up a wisp of flame and flicks it over to the larger -pitcher- she sends his way, as a chaser- it's apt to have a bit of kick.

Lita drags Mahri into a hug because alcohol plus swimming plus laughing plus trying to whisper quietly so the supernatural weirdos on the beach don't hear them... look, math is hard. But Mahri is warm. And looks very cute all covered in pink paint. With that red swimsuit, she looks a little like Valentines Day threw up on her. And it's all entirely so un-Mahri-like that she's laughing all over again, despite herself. "I know, I know you're not!" She manages between fits.

Lita whispered something to Mahri. Lita shouted at Loravelle, "Pink hair!" Loravelle said to you, "You heard her. Pink hair if you lose.

Arlyeon takes yet another moment to realize she's being addressed. "Oh. Oh. Wait. Ja like it?" She didn't. but maybe that was because she was chasing it after a days' worth of garbage. "I can jus' make another. If ja gimme-" She wobbles to a sitting position, Leo's once empty (and pilfered) glass having since been given a constant-y rummy companion. That said, she takes a sip to give her the strength needed before she lurches up- and then decides that maybe a nice rest on the counter might be warranted, "Jus' a. Lesse. This a' one- or?" Whichever. Apparently the coffin nails were all gone, so she might as well make one of those. And thankfully, long hours of being a menace to society as an alchemist means she's actually a pretty steady hand at replicating concoctions. Which is something like- 2 thirds of a small glass of whiskey, Tequila, and Rum all being mixed together in a shaker, and then poured out into a larger glass. Probably fairly lethal to the average consumer, but Nort looks like a big guy. Extra wide, too. Maybe because her vision is wobbly. "N' I got a side order a- the flame-y thing." There's a puff of sparks on her breath, the likes of which catches the ambient alcohol and goes a bit further then intended, "Lemme jus'- see." She gestures at the pile of flaming glasses to the side- which, probably should be blown out at some point- even as she tries to figure out nort proportions for her 'Cenrili surprise'.

Arlyeon said to you, "Oh. No, they have it. I think you'd look great in pink. Or a fus...Fussy. Fuschia?"

Mahri sighs before replying to Lita, "I don't either." Stepping away, the wolf turns to dive into the next wave, coming up in the trough of the other side and striking out for deeper waters. Arlyeon said to you, "Can I pick an outfit fer yer date if I win~ I swear, it'll be fiiiine." Loravelle turns pale. "A-an outfit...?" After that box Trish gave her that one time, an outfit sounded risky. But a bet's a bet and she's (somewhat, not much) braver now compared to then. "Okay."

Lita is definitely not drunk enough for chasing Mahri through the ocean. It's cold and dark and Mahri is swimming in the opposite direction of the warm bright things on the beach. Namely, the large bonfire which looks so comfortable just now. That said, she wrinkles her nose and narrows dark eyes, following the lycan’s path through the waves before diving after her. She sticks below the waves, until Mahri breaks the surface for another breath and then Lita reaches up to snag her ankle and drag her back under again.

Leoxander might have glared toward the direction of Lita’s voice but Ina caught it instead when she agreed. “Fine. An’ if I win…” He looked toward Loravelle, and there was that look in his eyes. Maybe he hadn’t in fact missed it all, just faked it well enough throughout the night. Trix wasn’t the only ‘great pretender’ in these parts. “You wear that seaweed and coconut tomorrow, all day, outside the tent.” Did they really think he was -that- oblivious? Bloody pirates. Leo snapped a look at Trish. He'd already picked the outfit.

Loravelle said to Arlyeon, "Y-you can't do that! You can just change the sunset-"

Leoxander motioned to Ina offhandedly as he took a seat at the trunk table. “You can help’er fig’er it out, then.” He waited until Lora picked the arm, assuming left since she was a southpaw. Clasping her hand, he fixed his gaze on his lover’s and found himself grinning again, almost secretly rooting for her. He wouldn’t be easy on her, but happy wife, happy life.

Arlyeon doesn't say a damn thing to this, and just smiles that smile of hers.

Loravelle levels the sorriest excuse of a glare anybody has ever seen at Leo as she slumps into a seat across from him. It doesn't help that she's trying to keep her face set to some serious expression that falters while she tries not to break into a grin and laugh. She grabs onto his hand with her left, and has to laugh when her hand is swallowed by his. Her grip isn't impressive, but she braces her elbow against the table and tries to lean into it a little to at least make herself feel a little bit stronger. It's pitiful, really. “I'm ready.” She isn't. She's as ready as she's ever gonna be, though.

Arlyeon said, "this is gonna be a -treat-."

Leoxander also broke into a grin as he nodded a go in her grip, but his brow furrowed a bit when he felt his arm… tilt… not in the right direction. Wait, was he playing tricks on himself? He couldn’t just -let- Loravelle win. He was far too egotistical for that nonsen-... his arm was still tilting, and he started to look a little confused. What in nine… hells… he wanted the coconuts and tried to summon that limitless strength he usually had. Maybe he was tired. Maybe he was-.. The back of his hand hit the log…- …drunk. Lora might actually think he was pretending to act offended and surprised as he looked up toward her and flexed his grip as if to make certain his hand and fingers were still there. Then he remembered the bet. “Oh… (censored by some random firework in the sky or a pop in the bonfire.) …Seriouisly?” He dared to look back toward Ina.

Lita isn't trying to hold Mahri captive but once below the surface of those waves, she does reach a hand out to her cheek and plant a kiss on her lips for a moment before following her to the surface of the water again. "You gonna stay out here all night?" She's only half teasing. She's no intention of leaving the she-wolf out here by herself, if that's what she'd choose. Even if she'd be just as happy trudging back to the beach for some warmth and sweets. "You told me before it wasn't worth it bein' afraid of it, so what're you out here for, really?" There might be a hint of a challenge in the words. The cold water and topic of conversation was perhaps a bit more sobering that she'd have liked but that's how it went sometimes. She sighs softly and pulls the lycan into another hug so she can't slip away again. Lita whispered something to Mahri.

Loravelle tightened her grip on Leo's hand at his signal, and started to push is hand to the table. Her eyes are closed and she can feel their limbs moving, but that's...Wait. She opens her eyes and there it is, her hand on top of his. On the table. How? She can't believe it. He just handed her that win, didn't he. Didn't he? Her eyes bounce from Leo, to Ina, to Nort... You all seein' this?! But she won. “Holy -” she utters the same swear that Leo uses, and a grin slowly begins to appear on her face. Winning something like this was a rarity, and since she's the victor, maybe she can alter the stakes just a little so it's a little less emasculating for Leo. “...Red. Not pink.” Freeing her hand from the Captain's grip, she has the audacity to wink at him before heading back to the their tent to destroy a coconut bra she was attempting to make. But before she does, Lora adds, since she suggested red and had some idea of its significance to him, “No quarter, right?” And then she scurries off to disappear in the tent for the remainder of the evening.

Arlyeon waves happily to Leo, before she makes an overexaggerated show of creating an imaginary picture frame with the thumb and forefinger of both her hands. "I wish I could comm- err- Memor- frame this moment in time~ Ch'yeah."

Nortengaal ducks underneath the veritable fireball that Trish send his way following the pitcher she’s prepared for him, the tips of his ears getting just a teeny bit singed by it’s passing. Chaser indeed. Shooting her a side eye he gathers up his pitcher of flaming booze and carries it - and the glass still full of the other concoction - with him over to the arm wrestling area where Leo and Lora are posted up and ready to go…just in time to see Lora win. Wait, what? His jaw drops for the second time that night, and he almost drops his - still flaming - pitcher too, but manages to keep his grip on the drink, just the tiniest bit of fire sloshing over the side onto the sands with a little ‘paf’ of sound. “Did…did i just see what i think i saw? I cannot be that drunk yet.”

Mahri takes a deep breath once at the surface and simply stares at Lita even as she pulls the wolf in for a hug and speaks into her ear. Rather than answer in kind, Mahri pulls away but only long enough to reach up and tuck a stray strand of hair behind the Queen Commander's ear and start for shore again. "I need a drink. How about you." Avoidance? You betcha.

Leoxander looked after Lora, a bit stunned left sitting in that seat alone at the arm wrestling stump. Yeah, she was definitely a rogue in her own right. She just never knew it until she stumbled upon them. He had set up a tent for her sisters at some point prior if he knew Rong Pei and Yanma… well he had trouble with that one’s name, but San Bao was there, too, so they would have a spot to sleep if they didn’t accept a room above the inn. Well, Leo needed a few more shots now, and hopefully Nortengaal was still there to console him. “Jus’ get me another drink, mate.” To the bearman, if the fox didn’t handle it, first.

Lita rolls her eyes at Mahri but will follow towards the beach. "Twelve, at least." She murmurs as they it back to shore. She'd forgotten how nice it was to not have wet sand stuck all over your skin after a dip in the ocean. But since Mahri is wearing her anklet, which does its job of keeping the lycan’s feet clean of any debris and sand, Lita will trudge on. And Lita is actually delighted to see Trix mixing drinks at the bar. "Your strongest concoction, good sir!" She says in jest, slapping her hand against the bar. And then glancing at Mahri she adds, "Two." And maybe keep 'em coming.

Lita realizes that Lora is absent and glances from the woman's tent to where Leo has that sour look on his face. "Oh, tell me it's the hair." Maybe they could still salvage things, then.

Arlyeon might not be in the proper state to be mixing drinks anymore. While she's -present-, and certainly keeping track of things, that last bit of theatrics seems to have taking the wind of her sails, and without an audience to properly harangue, she begins to sink back down behind the bar. Possibly so she can burrow a small hole to die in, given her stomach's starting to catch up with her, "Shoulda' drank watah~" Arlyeon might have vaguely gestured at the counter, though ...gods, had Nort drank every bit of nonsense she'd made? ...Probably. "Jus' gimme-" She needs a minute, or few. Nort can be a dear while she (temporarily?) gives up the ghost.

Leoxander looked Lita’s way as he waited for someone… anyone… to give him something to drink or smoke at that point, but he supposed it could wait until after… “Hair. Le’s get it over with.” He stood up to accept his punishment, glancing between Lita and Mahri.