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The people were in small groups, like schools of fish were. Some wove between them, they mingled. Others anchored to their stations. She was frozen to her spot, it appeared. One of the heavy weights. The free of her two hands absently touched along the top of the opposite shoulder. Over the vines of her tattoo, the elegant, licked ends of the leaves. They braided, their interwoven sections blending in. It called to her, saying that she could be one. One piece of a whole. A word.

Assimilate.

"No, I never saw them. It's customary, to bring gifts, too. It is, tradition. I'll send something."

Speech therapy could only work her through so much. Just as she was about to excuse herself to see Charles, the bride approached. Pyper so far hadn't put two words together to Skylar. Not until tonight.

"Congratulations, Skylar. This is a nice party. Congratulations, on marriage." That dreaming smile. She'd like to say more but they were planning on other introductions. After the festivities, there would be more time to find the other blonde.

He watched Klara move off and watched Pi get distracted, his body was causing him a lot if discomfort and he didn't understand why. He carefully made his way from the table and walked outside, knowing he hid from anyones eye sight. He walked to the bin again threw up once more, a vile blackish tinged blood flowing from him.

He cleaned himself off and leaned on the wall outside for a few moments as he tried to understand. He felt himself falling into a depressive sate as he thought of the fact he truly was rejecting the turning process. He caught himself breathing, odd because he didn't need to, yet here he was breathing. He checked his pockets as he pulled out a cigarette, sadly the gangsters never had lighters. He coughed a few times as he tried to cheer up and forced a smile.

He walked into the hall again and slowly made his way to the bar as he grabbed a glass of vodka and swirled it around his mouth before spitting it out.

Doc gave Klara one of his rueful smiles, that changed to immediate interest, as soon as she said she was officially unbound to the Pantyliner. “How the **** did you manage that? Is it a ritual? Who did you pay off..?” he held up a hand, “wait.. did you manage to permanently kill that lying *** wipe?” He grinned suddenly proud, cause that made the most sense of any of the options that he had supplied.

“Seriously thought.. how?” He closes in on Klara saying softly, though China might be able to hear, since she was so close. “There is a ******* ton of money to be made, if you can duplicate that ****… “ He eyed her closely. “How the **** did you do it?”

She watched Roderic be dragged away by a blonde, who she assumed to be the bride. They seemed like an interesting couple, and it appeared that they balanced each other out well. She drained her drink and turned to her friends. "So what do we do now? Is there anyone else you girls want to chat with?" She noticed Doc had joined the party, so Pyper might want to go speak with him, but he was the only other person she recognized. She looked down at her drink. "Hm. I might want to grab another drink. That was pretty good."

Klara grinned at Doc. "I think I might have the first divorce in the city. Apparently you can go to city hall now and pay $10 and lose a person. I've waged a letter writing campaign to get it legalized in the backwards city and I finally got a reply." She winked at him and whispered in his ear. "You can get one too, but be careful because Mortll will start pushing you to remarry."

Klara laughed at the look on the man's face. She saw vada and motioned him over to them and whispered as he walked. "Vada attacked Simon today. Apparently vada is on the hit list now, my guess Simon or his tramp did it. Yep, I got me a keeper this time."

She slid her hand around his waist as he came towards her. "I didn't realize you couldn't eat or drink. I developed the ability out of the blue not long ago. I'm sorry honey, I should have told you. It will pass soon. Just don't swallow anything else until it's all up."

There were vampires that couldn't ingest food. She being one among the many that would become violently ill if she went for anything other than blood. Even then, taste between fresh-from-the-veins and the bags were conceivably distinct. Pyper had made sure to take all she could during her outing. Hunger didn't let itself be ignored for very long. Riding on a full stomach elongated the time she could spend here. As Nerissa spoke, Pyper's eyes slowly roamed to focus on her.

"We could say hello to Charles, and the people he's with. I don't know many people here."

Without the added stimulant that was her sibling's presence, the Telepath mellowed a hair. Half a hair. Her neck pivoted, the tip of her nose nudging through the dark thicket of follicles hiding Beverly's ear from her.

"Want to go see Charles?"

Elliot did choke on his drink. A vague splutter that had the amber liquid spurting back into the glass that he held, but he coughed and cleared his throat as if nothing had happened.

Roderic, the man in questions, seemed uncomfortable. Was it discomfort Elliot could detect? Whatever the case, his actions were odd, out of place. Not exactly smooth. Elliot, ever the pleaser and the kind of man to not cause drama (he loathed drama) drummed up a smile and held out his other hand--taken away from Pi's waist--to shake Roderic's hand. He didn't take one of the favours. He always assumed they were taken on the way out. They weren't leaving just yet. If he were a less confident man, or if he cared too much, he'd have thought Roderic was trying to get rid of everyone.

"Congratulations," he said.