2019.05.02 Something Wicca This Way Comes - The Frat Party

The Frat Party
What can go wrong at a Walpurgisnacht/Beltaine inspired fraternity party! Apparently, lots of things!
IC Date	2019.05.02
Players	Austin, Saskia, Teagan, Blair, Aerik, Evaline, Jasmine_Lange as ST
Location	Sigma Chi House
Spheres	Mage Traditions

Word spread rather quickly. It seems that Sigma Chi scored a great deal. Who knows what happens with bored suburban MILFs. Somehow, someway, said suburban MILF opened up her old Victorian style house to a rager of a party with various groups already there, loud beats playing, alcohol free flowing, and all other sorts of shenanigans and vices that college students shouldn't get into, but probably are getting into.

At the entrance is a few pumpkin shaped buckets full of condoms, lube, and other types of sexual toys. Then to the other side is a bowl of weed and rolling paper. Next to that, little bottles of white powder. Just what is going on here?

Still Jasmine was curious, and there's a frat boy there she was interested in getting to know in the Biblical sense. That meant, she needed to bring people to not seem like a desperate ho, and thus, invites were sent to Aerik, Austin, Teagan, and even Saskia. Just outside the door, the honeyed chestnut Brit waits outside dressed in college skank chic.

Well, he hasn't registered yet, but that's not going to stop Austin from showing up when invited. He rolls up in the Uber, climbing out after its worked its way up the collegiate-filled driveway. Adjusting his coat, he looks up and up at the old Victorian, giving a low whistle at the architecture and what the frat has done with it. "Could be worse." he points out to no one in particular, even as a gaggle of giggling girls streams past him. "...much, much worse." he adds after another whistle at the example of college skankery attending the party.

Aerik should be studying... Should be, but when Jasmine calls he answers.. He makes his way up the walkway to the house, smiling as he sees Jas and Austin. Smirking when he notices the pumpkins.. to hell with studying. "Hey..."

Saskia arrives at the tail end of Teagan, and appearse to be dressed like she's going to war. Maybe it's a costume? Or maybe she's preparing for everything to kick off in every direction, with explosions, lightning and action dives through the air through sugar-glass windows. Who knows. Nevertheless, she is wearing a tactical vest underneath her long coat afixt with webbing and pouches to hold various bits of equipment. A bulky looking hilt of something pokes out a little bit along the side, through hidden well enough that it won't draw the eye unless she's hit by a gust of wind or amorous frat boy she has to smack into the seventh dimension. She does look like she's about to punch someone, as she passes a serious of male-folk with their eyes hanging out of their sockets as they're half cut on cheap beer and prescription drugs. She hangs tight at Teagan's side, "This place..." She breathes out, blowing out her cheek. "There is literally not enough fire in zee' world." She claims in her thick German accent, her azure eyes snapping from person to person, thing to thing - door to door. She's watchful, and guarded.

"If anyone bothers you," She offers Teagan, "Show me their face, and I will show zhem' the meaning of the word consent." That last word is given with a dire inflection. It's then she notices the others, spotting Aerik who she recognizes, and offers a brief wave- and then Jasmine, who she gives the same succinct treatment. "Status?" She queries, all business, all the time. Sometimes.

It's clear Teagan looks very uncomfortable as she makes her way to the mansion with Saskia, but that doesn't prevent her from throwing a bit of a sneer as Saskia brings up torching the place. Dressed very modestly, she's wearing a plain black tee under a burgundy cardigan, paired with black skinny jeans. She gives Jasmine an awkward wave. "So, uh, what's- what's the deal... here?"`She says, trying to not let her nerves show, but failing miserably.

"I don't care, dude" Blair says amiably as he trots along, chatting to one of the most ... outrageous dudebros who ever dudebro'd, checking his phone as he goes "This doesn't pay me back for that server. Thanks, though - Brook'll like hanging out with your ex for the evening" There's a little sagging relief on his face, as he runs a hand through his tousled hair. Then he stares at one sideboard. Then another. And he asks, not exactly quietly "... exactly what type of fucking party?" With a raised eyebrow and a grin

Offering a friendly chirpy smile and wave as the group arrives, she runs her fingers through her hair. Grabbing Austin's arm, Jasmine's brow quirks, "So if the guy is a skeeze, you come in and be my savior?" a beat as she glances at Saskia's arrival. "Or maybe it's better to ask her."

Standing up straight, she offers a salute as she motions. "So it's apparently, a big Beltaine celebration thing. Not that I ever thought Sigma Chi were capable of actually pronouncing Beltaine let alone celebrating it. So everyone enjoy!" It's then that she grabs Aerik's arm, wanting arm candy on both arms as she heads inside.

The group is massive inside. There's a professional DJ actually dee-jaying, not just playing iTunes from his Mac. There's all sorts of burly and brawny jock types with their shirts off, as a wave of heat can be felt as the group slips into the house. Of course, the writhing bodies on the dance floor are various college co-eds drinking and boozing it up with the trash punch and various liquor mixes available. No PBR or Natty Light here it seems.

There's a faint tingling sensation, as if inhibitions should be let go, but our solid and steely group ginores the first tinglings of the area. Certainly, there are recognizable classmates amongst the group as people are either dancing, drinking, mingling, or heading up the stairs to couple off, so to speak.

It's then that the most jockalicious of jocks heads on over. He's tall, at least six feet five. If Captain America were real, it'd be him in the comic sense, not the Chris Evans sense. "Hey! You made it!" he beams as he looks towards Jasmine, then gives a cheery and All American smile to the gathered group. So naturally, it's time for the NPC hunk to offer some exposition to the party.

"So you know Josh Wilkins, right? The one with a MILF fetish? Well, he's banging this bored housewife, and her family is gone on vacation to the Bahamas or something. She said we could party here. I mean can you believe this place? It's practically a mansion! Can I get you all some drinks?"

Aerik smiles when his arm is taken and he is led inside. Looking around curiously, as he goes.. A hand reaches up to grab the collar of his shirt, pulling a bit. "Warm in here to you guys?"

Saskia flashes her eyes wide as the walking meat-sack saunters up towards the group, her eyes narrow to pinpricks. "What a reprehensible man." She mumbles under her breath, likely not overheard to anyone but on her immediate sides. "...I could snap him like butter." As she butchers the colloquialism in her usual way, she does not realise this and maintains her severe facade slapped on her intense face. Clearly, she looks quite uncomfortable in this setting - all the bodies, lack of fire escapes and possible enemies all around. Her azure eyes dash from corner to corner, window to window - like a cat following a laser pointer. She breathes in, and closes in tightly beside Teagan. She breathes out a little bit, and wipes the palm of her hand across her face. "Chill out, Saskia." She mumbles to herself, repeating some sort of mantra.

She does chill out a little bit to her credit, at least, her shoulders lower and inch or two from their previously guarded hight. She catches the comment from Aerik, "Too warm." She confirms, "A fire hazard, in-fact. Very irresponsible. They would all be -killed- if something caught. All the ax body spray and sexual frustration is quite combustible." She jokes, or tries to joke. Her face remains deadpan.

Blair is pretty ... underwhelming. His friend vanishes off to the first girl with a bad hair job, and Blair just chuckles and shakes his head. Definitely something of a wallflower, but he puffs out his cheeks, letting out a breath, and shifting his shoulders; shirt over tshirt might have been too much, even for May. He even slips his glasses from his pocket, rubbing them with a shirt cuff before sliding them on and looking around again, bothered but not sure by what, exactly.

Austin's arm is caught up easily, the lean man always pretty agreeable to Jasmine's plans; he wouldn't be here, otherwise. "As always, dearie." he agrees to her request to once again step up as a savior. He follows her glance to Saskia, but he doesn't obviously not the extra preparation she's packing.

"If anyone's legit celebrating Beltaine in here, I'll be reall- oooooOOOOooo!" Austin's complaint is easily distracted by the bowls of goodies laid out by the entryway, and he reaches out as Jasmine drags him past, bottles of powder clinking as he snatches a handful to stuff into his suit pocket. The faint tingling is easily ignored; Austin probably attributes it to his spidey sense going off in the presence of cocaine. The wave of heat does bring him to loosen his collar and leave the jacket unbuttoned, even if it's so dreadfully tacky.

As jockalicious wanders up, offering drinks in between hooded glances from Jasmine, Austin glances around to try and take a look at what's available. "Rum and coke, if you've got any decent rum up in here." he requests, deciding to take it slow for now. That doesn't stop him from casting a sidelong glance at Saskia's running commentary.

Austin mutters to Jasmine, "What's..." Austin whispers "What's her problem?"

"Uh..." Teagan begins as her eyes slowly scan the room. She's standing almost entirely still as people pass her by, slowly accumulating sweat on her brow. Then, after a few moments, she leans in to try to address the group quietly, or at least as quietly as she can with the music blaring in the background. "There's something going on, right? Like..." She trails off as her voice moves into a conspiratorial whisper. "not normal...." Her eyes dart from person to person, almost as if she's a little panicked. "Right?"

Jockalicious Captain America beams, flashing his pearly whites and giving his most charming smile. Hearing the mention of Beltain, he puts up a finger. "Not just Beltaine, but it's technically the Feast of St. Walpurgis. WALPURGISNACHT." For a German like Saskia, she might know of the story of the saint who eliminated a bunch of witches from Germany itself, removing lots of corrupt magickal threats in the area. For Teagan, the significance of Walpurgisnacht is different in the sense that it's a very important wiccan holiday, or at least, that's what some claim. Folklore around witches traveling to Germany on broomsticks to have lots of various orgies and casting major magickal rituals on the powerful of witch sabbats.

Naturally, showing off, he flexes his shirtless form as he extends a hand out to each of them, introducing himself. "Scott Nelson. I'm a senior anthropology major." as if showing off that little fact. It gets Jasmine all swoony. She unwraps her arms from the others, and beams to the others. "I'll go get the drinks for you all!" she beams, moving over to wrap her arms around Scott's as they wait for a few moments for drink orders before sauntering off through the mass of writhing bodies on the dance floor to grab drinks for everyone.

Meanwhile, everyone except for Blair notices a pair of red beady eyes staring at the them from the corner of the living room. The red beady eyes suddenly disappear as mounting tensions in the room can be felt, it's so thick.

A few of the frat brothers start to get in a bit of a toussle. There's some shoving and pushing, and a variety of curse words thrown out at each other as one of them just found out his girlfriend cheated on him with the other.

Teagan and Austin might notice that as the frat brothers curse, the few candles in the room suddenly flare up with blue flame.

"Gesundheit." Austin offers as Jockalicious Captain America sounds like he's briefly having a sneezing fit. Or a stroke. German was never his strong suit, that's for sure. Once Jasmine trades his arm for the thicker one attached to Mr Scott Nelson, Austin takes the proffered hand and gives it a shake, "Austin, still undecided though." he offers, and then Scott and Jasmine have disappeared into the crowd.

He catches a glimpse of the beady red eyes, turning his head in that general direction but missing anything more than a glance in the mass of people. Dismissing it as a cat or some other animal insane enough to wander into this heaving pit of debauchery, Austin instead digs a bottle out of his pocket, holding it up to the flashing light and giving it a shake, even as the bounce of his head finds a match in the rythme of the beat the DJ blasts out.

His inspection of the freebies; gotta make sure it looks legit at least; is interrupted by the shouts coming from the other end of the room and the press of the crowd backing up from the altercation. Almost dropping the bottles as he's bumped, Austin lifts up on his toes to see what's going on.

He sees the candles before he sees the source of the shouting, and manages a conspiratorily-voiced "Well THAT's a neat trick." as he lifts his free hand to point out the blue flames to the rest of the group.

Aerik shakes he offered hand, "Aerik..." he says in a distracted manner. He continues to look around curiously, noting the beady eyes, but not freaking out.. Possible he sees things like this all the time.. When the fighting breaks out he will look that way but stay still, he's a lover not a fighter.

Saskia returns the shake with Captain America, and seems to be able to match his strength - if not more, she doesn't only work out her glamor muscles. She's a warrior. She locks eyes with his, and fails to break it away to asset some sort of dominance on this addled jock for some unfathomable reason. "Saskia Danneberg. Odd things for you... sorts to celebrate." She introduces herself, pulling her hand away. Her German accent as thick as ever. As of yet, she's not really picked up on anything amiss quite yet other than the severe lack of IQ or responsible adults in this room. Though, that comment from Teagan sets her a little on edge. "What's up?" She asks her, one of her hand vanishing into the her long coat, knuckles wrapping around something inside.

Blair is distracted. He's distracted by the fight, darting away from it along the wall, and he certainly doesn't see the blue flames flare up. Instead, he moves over to one of the windows, leaning on the sill and breathing deeply, enjoying the ever so mildly cooler air there. Briefly. He didn't see the red-eyed thing in the corner nearby, but he rolls his shoudlers, making a face and tugging out his smartphone, tapping it. Checking a message. In the middle of this sort of party, checking a message.

Teagan gives the jock a disapproving look at his comment on Walpurgisnacht, but simply sighs and shakes her head to calm herself down. Clearly she's not after any kind of human interaction with this person. And besides, anthropology major? Tsk tsk. Then, as Saskia responds she gives her a confused look. "You don't feel it?" She whispers, "there's magic, or something, going on here... Some kind of mind effect." She gestures to the room, and right as she does she spots the candles flare up. "See!" she says, her tone increasing to a hushed yell. "I don't like it." She says as she folds her arms, still looking at everyone inside with paranoia.

"Not odd at all. Any reason to party is a party!" Scott beams brightly as he wraps an arm around Jasmine before heading off into the crowds. It seems that the growing aggression between the frat bros doesn't bother him as it does the others. People around the shoving and fighting pair are getting more agitated as feelings of their anger can practically be felt by our intrepid heroes, even without the use of mind magicks.

It's then that a young woman passes by Blair. There's a soft and gentle touch upon his arm, and she smiles her most winning smile in his direction as she sashays her hips to and fro in the oh so sexiest of manners. There's a wry waggle of her brows as she presses her skankalicious form and outfit against him as she flickers her tongue against his ear as she whispers, "Dance with me?" Of course, the manner in which she does it makes Blair all sorts of tingly... in a good way naturally. A very tingle way, if we all know what I mean.

Not too far away, there's a rougher, gruffer man. He looks peeved. He saunters as if trying to proclaim I AM ALPHA, RESPECT MAH AUTHORITAH to everyone to get the fuck out of his way. Seeing the way Saskia is dressed and figuring she's an easy mark, he bumps his shoulder againt hers. At that moment, his anger and testosterone practically get passed onto her. "Dude, the fuck?!?"

Aerik blinks a bit, the emotions going about seem to be starting to get to him, did he mention lover not fighter.. Perhaps he forgot, he moves through the room to the fight, "Hey now.. This is a party not a bra." he starts when he gets caught up in the fight. Punches are thrown, shoving, words thrown.. Then he is.. thrown that is, through a wall. If defenestration is being thrown through a window what do you call through a wall.. He hits the ground on the other side with a thud, apparently unconscious

An easy mark, Saskia? She is anything but, but these coked up knuckle draggers are probably already half gone. Her eyes flare wide and in alarm, clearly raising to the challenge. Her nostrils flair, and she breathes out a hot breath akin to a charging bull. "If," She demands, "You do not apologise. I will come down upon you like the hammer of -thor-, the thunder of my vengeance will echo through this house like the gust of a -thousand- winds." She threatens in a long winded and pretty ridiculous oration, her voice dripping with dire inflection and obvious threat. Her body grows rigid as she squares up to the dude-bro, clearly able and willing to throw down if it comes to it. "Calm yourself." Clearly, that's not going to help things in the slightest.

Blair's rather caught! He gives a bit of a flustered grin, a surprised glance over, and then ... shrugs, nods "Sure" He offers, sliding arms around her waist. He's not a bad dancer, oddly - he has a sense of rhythm and timing, holding the young woman close and giving a rather amiable smile. His hands wander, through; up, not down, light strokes and circles to the small of her back "You having a good time?" He asks, shifting a little. He's hot. She's pressed up close, and neither thing is precisely helping his state of mind

Austin really wasn't concerned about stopping the fight. They're jocks, that's what jocks do. They smack each other around, and then go get some drinks and the party will resume and maybe Austin can find himself a mirror. The glass bottle is fed through his fingers, spun in his palm, and then Aerik goes through a fucking wall. "Holy shit!"

All semblence of concern for the fight vanishes from his features as he starts trying to push his way through the crowd; smartly circling the fight; to try and get to the other man.

"Uh, let's not..." Teagan begins, but it's already too late as Saskia launches into her tirade. She stands back a little, not wanting to get involved in any type of fight, and she quickly gets her phone out of her pocket, almost dropping it in her hastiness. She composes a text of some kind before stuffing it back in her pocket, eyes going wide as she sees Saskia square up to the guy. "Guys, let's, uh... Let's not-" she starts, but is not brave enough to finish, instead settling on backing up even more and turning her attention to the door, slightly hopeful.

The front door creaks open and in pops Evaline, already wincing at the crowds and the thumping music of a big party. She's clutching her phone in one hand and keeps glancing to it, reading off whatever useful information it might hold.

She shoves her way through the roaring, boisterous crowd and soon sidles up to her target: Teagan. "Hello," she shouts over the music. It's almost startling how quickly she was able to arrive. She joins Teagan in watching the altercation between Saskia and some dude grow in intensity. "Is this why you contacted me?"

Blair pauses. He keeps his gentle grip on the woman in his arms, but he leans forward - it's not a whisper, as his words are fairly casual, but it's soft, and brushes over her ear "Hon, you are cute enough you don't need to pull whatever it is you're trying. Thanks for the compliment with it, though" And he leans back, and grins at her, tilting his head a moment "Seriously, you that desperate for a hookup?" he looks about "You're trying way harder than you need to"

The jockbro doesnt remove. Instead he just puffs up and glances in the direction of Saskia with his eyes lidded. Doing his best Arnold impersonation, he uses his meaty hands to shove Saskia back a bit. "Make me, you bitch. If you're trying to impress your girlfriend, why don't let a real man show her a good time." With that, he gives a lascivious grin in Teagan's direction.

In the meantime, the slutho continues dancing with Blair. There's more sashaying of her hips from side to side as she lets out an impish giggle, letting him feel her up in a way way he likes to. She doesn't seem to mind. "I know of a few ways we could be having a better time." she leans in and whispers with a wry waggle of her brows. "There's a nice comfy bed upstairs..."

It's then that there's the crash as Aerik is thrown through the wall. It doesn't stop the angry crowd from breaking out into fisticuffs, but that's not of major conern at the moment. Instead, the camera pans through what's the wall as Austin heads in that direction revealing a room beneath the stairs. The best way to describe it would be magical kinky sex dungeon. The vibe is certainly there from the rack on the side to all sorts of chains and whips strewn about. Interestingly enough, there's a wooden chest on the far side of the room where Aerik's prone body has landed. As Austin continues to explore, what he notices are the sigils of qlippothic spheres, the inversion of the nine spheres of magick that the Nephandi use. They're marked on the various instruments of pain-pleasure. Just what the kind of MILF housewife lives here?

Oh, and ONE MORE THING! On the rack, there's a dried up corpse hanging on the pleasure rack. Austin might recognize him as said Josh Welkin from a previous party, seducer of MILFs.

Saskia's eyes twitch violently as the dudebro squares up to her, and gets all up in her raspberry jam. "-Excuse- me." She almost spits out, utterly offended. "You are an awful, awful man." She chides, her upper lip raising in a bit of an angry quibble. "You-" She calls out, "You are the one who is a bitch!" She turns it back, smooth as ever in her German accent with all the wrong inflections. Quickly, her arm snaps out, elbow cocking back as she prepares to launch a punch right into the middle of his ribcage. Her other hand moves beside her leg, her fingers twisting and weaving a silent symphony of magic to enhance greatly the force of her punch. "...OL Zir~" She mumbles out in an enochian incantation, causing a slight imperceptible vibration to wiggle on her knuckles just before it impacts the bro's chest with a loud 'CRONCH'. A thunderous punch, her legs moving into a combat stance - her right forwards, her left back and bent a little bit as she throws up her protective guard in-case it wasn't as effective as she thought it to be. She spares a rapid, flicking glance back to Teagan with an apologetic look- but it had to be done. Boys need punching.

"That's tempting, but - the FUCK?" Blair asks, jumping and dropping his arms as the crash echoes through the house, tugging out his smartphone - it's instinctive, really, the way it jumps to his hand. He keeps a hand on Sluthoo's waist, though, tugging her along as he stares at the fight breaking out "Christ" He mutters "Someone'll've called the cops on that ..."

Leaving the crowd and his erstwhile companions to its own devices, Austin clamors through the Aerik-shaped hole in the wall, ducking his head to clear the top. His attention is on the fallen man, making sure his head is still at the correct angle and other such obvious-tell-at-aglance indications of death. So it takes him a moment before he notices the whips and chains hanging from the walls. "Hot damn." his whistle is probably totally lost in the noise of the music and the fights brewing outside the little kinky sex dungeon.

As Austin continues to explore and slink towards Aerik, he notices the chest before the sigils scratched into the handles of the various whips and what-not hung up on the wall. Reaching a hand out to shake Aerik's shoulder, he peers closer at the chest. No doubt curious about what other goodies might be inside... cuffs and collars? A gimp suit? "Dude, wake up man, check this shit out..." Another shake, while Austin's free hand reaches towards the chest. And then he notices the sigils.

"That's a weird brand..." he mutters as he leans for a closer look at the nearest tool of pain and pleasure. Still absently shaking Aerik's shoulder as recognition clicks and he goes a bit pale. Turning on his heel, the shaking is more pronounced now. "Dude, wake your ass up and look at this, tell me if you're seeing what I'm.... seeing...."

That's a guy on that rack. No, there's a body on that rack. No, that's that douchebag Josh Welkin on that rack.

Austin just about slaps Aerik upside the face "Dude, we gotta go. Now."

Teagan looks slightly relieved as Evaline comes through the door. She opens her mouth to respond to her, but Saskia has already punched this guy with the force of a thousand suns, and she turns to her, mouth agape. "Uh..." She clears her throat, and gives an apologetic look to Evaline. There's a moment of silence before Teagan finally responds to Evaline with a slow nod. Her eyes move over to the man that was just punched, and they linger there for a while as she's not sure what to make of the situation. "That's not good..." she mumbles as her brow furrows.

Evaline gives a polite golf clap to honour the martial prowess of Saskia and her instant-KO fist. It's completely inaudible over the music, though. She turns to Teagan, "I see Saskia is capable as ever of de escalating tense situations. I assume he had it coming?" She shrugs.

"Well done! I think you punched his soul out," she says, approaching Saskia and giving her a polite smile. "Perhaps we should retire to somewhere more discrete, and get some drinks? Before the police arrive?"

With all the crazyness going on, it seems that Jasmine appears from the back of the house a little huffy, and puffy. Clearly, she's rather annoyed, as she's no longer with a hunky jockalicious Captain America look alike. Instead, she's clutching a fuzzy little fuzzball chinchilla to her breasts as she rushes through the Aerik sized hole, her mouth agape at the sight.

"Oh shit. Guys, we gotta go. There's some major juju going on. It seems the universe did NOT want me to get laid tonight cause..." and she presents the chinchilla, chittering in her hands. "We were making out in the back, then we started taking off each other's clothes, then he got poked by a knife, and I was like don't worry about tetanus, and I was right cause now he's a fucking chinchilla!" WHINE. SOB. SAD.

Meanwhile, back in the living room. It seems that the dudebro is sent flying through the air. He doesn't crash through a wall, though he does land on a bunch of other college students, knocking them down like pins in a bowling alley. He chuckles, and gets on up, and for the briefest of moments, it's almost as if Saskia, Teagan, and Eveline see a blue hue to his skin. Maybe it was just a trick of light, who knows? "MMmm, you're a strong bitch. I like it." he grins, giving a wide eyed almost predatory grin.

It's then that the slut ho continues as she keeps close to Blair. Might as well not waste a potential easy mark as of yet. She makes a frightened squeak at everything going on. "This is crazy. Let's go... back to my place!"

And then off in the distance, EVERYONE can hear the sirens of the impending po-po.

"Definitely need to get out of here. You got a ride?" Blair asks with a frown. Because he is NOT being caught at a party with the sort of shit he saw here. Aww, so comforting! So protective! So ... dumb. He squeezes her around the waist, hurrying off and out of there!

Teagan briefly turns around to face Jasmine before looking back over at the to Saskia. Wait, chinchilla? She turns back around, utterly confused at Jasmine's situation, a sense of dread slowly washes over her face. Completely dumbfounded, Teagan just takes a moment to stare in disbelief. "Uh... I'm starting to think this was a bad idea..." she says as she turns back to Evaline and Saskia. "Like really bad." she says as the sirens become audible.

Since Aerik isn't waking up, Austin gives up on trying to slap him awake; hopefully he didn't feel that. As Jasmine clamors into the hole, flailing about with the chinchilla, Austin does take a moment to stare at her. Or more like he stares at the rodent that was previously her hookup. "Damn, Jas, I didn' know you played for _that_ team." he manages to deadpan. He's in a kinky torture room with a corpse and he's still going to bust her chops like a good friend would.

He doesn't give her much time to respond though before he starts gesturing at the tools of pain and pleasure hanging on the walls. "No shit there's bad juju in here. Any of those sigils look familiar, Jas?" he points at the nearest whip hanging on the wall. "Or maybe that guy?" And he points towards the body still up on the rack. As the first hints of sirens start to drift in on the breeze, he blanches again. "We gotta go." he echoes her original statement. "Try and grab Aerik, he's not waking up.."

He spins away from the girl and her hookup, crouching down infront of the chest now. He takes a breath, digging in his pocket for something as he focuses on that chest. Pulling his fist free, he mumbles under his breath as he shakes his fist about, and then casts the pair of dice to the floor, letting them bounce and rattle off the chest. He seems less concerned with the results of the throw than the throw itself, and scoops the dice up in one hand, reaching for the handle on the chest in the other. "Chest is safe, but it's got something really nasty inside that we probably don't want that crazy bitch having." he announces, starting to either lift or drag the chest as necessary.

Evaline has put a hand on Saskia's shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze for reassurance. "Saskia, let's not hit the drunkard any more." She's gently trying to pull her away, "We can go hang out in this nice looking corner with no one to bother us. Look, maybe you could fight this lamp." Her delivery is deadpan.

She turns to look at the blue dude as he squares back up, and sighs. "Alright, I suppose there's no stopping it now. Just knock him down quickly, please." She walks back over near Teagan, "I'll be here if you need me."

"He-!" Saskia starts to protest as Evaline taps her on the shoulder, whirling around in her combat stance. "Started it!" Though, she deflates a little bit under her advisement, her stance waining an inch or two. Though, then the guy gets back up and prods at her verbally. "I would advise you to stay down, you absolute lump of meat." She insults? Her eyes squinting as she catches a brief glimpse of that blue hue. "If you come at me again- Well," She breathes out, her eyes locked with his. "Have you ever been punched from the inside?!" She calls out. Though, the blue hue gives her a moments pause as the cogs click and clack inside her skull. She scowls a bit, narrows her eyes.

Her left hand flicks up to form an upside down 'L' window for her to look through like a little window. Her eyes flare, "What are you?" She demands, reaffirming her combat stance as she faces the lad off. She gives a quick flicking glance to Teagan and Evaline, "Supernatural." She advises, and focuses the rest of her attention back on the altercation.

The sounds of the sirens seem to be getting louder as the po-po gets closer. Of course, this grabs the attention of the jockbro as he looks to Saskia and just grins toothily. "Figure that out next time, bitch." And he rushes out the door with preternatural speed and agility. Might as well not hold back at this point.

"We gotta VAMOOSE!" That would be Jasmine shouting to the others. Most of the party has already left through the various exits as she's supporting a mostly unconscious Aerik by his shoulders while balancing a fuzzy little chinchilla in her cleavage. "We'll be at the Keys?" That's a good place as any to regroup and figure out just what happened. With that, she starts heading towards the back exit. No way he's got the agility or speed to run through the front door.

It's then that the slutho tugs on Blair's hand. "Come on, I have my miata. It's about a block a away." And there's another tug as she too heads towards the back...

Austin about falls on his ass as he makes to heave the chest up; turns out its lighter than it looks. As the chest bounces about in his grip, Austin's eyes go a bit wider and he glances down at it. No time to worry about that though, the 5-0 is almost here. Lifting it out of the sex death dungeon, Austin steps back out into the main space as it rapidly clears of people. Spotting Jasmine, he makes for the back door as well, giving her as much of a hand as he can in juggling Aerik's dead weight. "Whatever's in here, it feels nasty and it sounds bitey." he shares with his friend as they make a break for it.

Evaline is pushed this way and that as much of the crowd makes for the exits. Most opt for the front door, while other, more drunken people hang out of windows. She spots one girl try to leave through a dog flap. She puts out a hand and places it on the shoulder of Teagan, enduring they aren't seperated. As the sirens grow louder, she pulls her closer and says into her hear: "We need to get out of here, I've parked around the corner."

Then, she approaches Saskia once more, careful not to slip on any of the hastily dropped solo cups and crushed beer cans. "Let's go, quickly. Where did you park your bike?" She asks, gesturing at the angry looking German to get a move on. The call to leave by Jasmine puts her even more on edge in this already stressful situation. She doesn't even think about the Chinchilla or the mysterious sex dungeon.

"You think?!" Teagan responds to Saskia a little louder than she anticipated, throwing a look outside the window for any possible police vehicles. Shaking her head, she turns to Evaline and lets out a hasty "Yes! Yes we do!" She throws a stray glance at the sex dungeon, but isn't at all sure what to make of it. That, coupled with all of the other strange stuff that just happened within the last few minutes has almost pushed Teagan over the edge. "L-let's go!" She stutters, eager to put all of this behind her.

As soon as the dude-bro books it towards the exit, Saskia lashes a hand inside her coat. Her fingers wrap around the hilt of a hefty looking bastard sword, the inlaid fuller etched with runes and other magical symbols. It leaves the scabbard with 'ssschwing' of steel on leather as the crowd disperses, affirming it into a middle guard as she tracks his egress. "Scheisse!" She swears, "I walked!" She calls to Evaline, lowering her blade to her side - her eyes flashing from side to side, swooping around just waiting for someone else to come out of the woodwork to try and slug her. As she hears Jasmine call out 'VAMOOSE', she returns with, "CHEESE IT." Her free hand snaps towards the doorway, "Lets go!" She calls to Teagan and Evaline, presumably following everyone outside before the cops arrive to arrest everyone for aggravated thuggery and literally partying too hard.