Max stepped over to Undead.
"Hey dude." He said while picking up a chocolate coin.
"Hehe these fireworks rule." He said, looking over to the far window.

Leona turned to Undeadcutlet & laughed. "If I told you what it was you'd probably be sick. It's an English thing "

"What? Essence of rat liver?" Undead smiled and made a choking noise. He took a chip from a bowl and munched on it thoughtfully.

"Well if you must know, it's Dandelion & Burdock soda, & I don't think you can get it anywhere 'cept Britain. I have some with me all day, everyday, without fail, because coke just isn't good enough."

Undead looked stunned. "I don't even know what Burdock is! Seriously, that sounds weird." He stared at Leona is shock, then picked up a paper cup from the table.

Max hears Leona talk about Dandelion and Burdock soda.
"Funny, I havent heard of that... Sounds cool Ill attempt finding some in Reading or whatever..."
Max ate some more chocolate coins...

"Dadelion and Burdock soda," Um... exclaimed. "Can I try it," he begged grabbing the flask out of Leonas hand.

"What's the point of asking if you already stole it from her," questioned Sneak. "I highly suggest you give it back, it might have Leona-itis," he joked.

Leona cackled maniacally. "Sure you can try it, but it's highly poisonous to everyone except Brits, in the same way Pork Pies & Yorkshire puddings are. That & most people don't really like drinking the juices of two types of weed."

"Okay then said," Um... said handing the flask back to Leona. "Getting poisoned isn't high on my to do list. Besides I probably like better," he said grabbing a can of sprite aswell as another slice of pizza.

((Aww man, I'm still back there somewhere. I'll catch up quickly. And yay for Lippie and Mod coming! Finally, some action apart from Prophet's proving his idiocy!))

CF glanced up at the door again and swore under her breathe. Making her way towards the back door, she glanced back and sighed. With any luck, that member wouldn't be showing up again.

"Having fun?" a sly voice said at her ear. She whipped around to see a small, dragon-like creature flapping long blue wings and hovering in the air next to her.

"Lippie! What are you doing here? You know the Mods said that you should stay in the Alternate Thread!"

"Now, when did I last listen to Mods? Ooh, punch!" He flew over to the table and sniffed the punch curiously.
"Eww, no thanks. That does not smell healthy."

"What do you mean?" CF walked over behind him, scanning the floor. Lippie saw what she was doing and pointed with one of his floating hands at the food table.

"Mod's over there."

CF looked over to see a small yellow mouse-like creature sitting on the food table stuffing it's face with chips. She chuckled and started to make her way over, Lippie flying at her shoulder.

((Profiles.

Name: Lippie
Personality: Quick-witted and sarcastic
Appearance:


Name: Mod
Personality: Cheerful and upbeat. Impossible to anger
Appearance:
))

Sneak went over to the food table to see what all the commotion was, and to graba bite to eat. He made his way to the few slices of pizza that were left, got a plate, and put a few of them on it. While walking backwards over to the punch bowl, looking through the window at the fireworks going off, he bumped into someone. When he turned around though, he realized it was something. Lippie to be exact.

"Oh, didn't see you there, sorry. What...I mean who might you be?"

Prophet saw a small yellow creature that smelled funny eating chips. "Hey, get away from my chips!" He swatted it away.

OOC: Ooh, an aimless party of joy. I must partake of this.

Description of yours truly.

S/n: Aaron_Theos
Char name: Aaron Theos
Eye color: Silver-blue
Hair color: Silver with black tips
Skintone: Pale olive
Attire: Consists of black denim pants, black fingerless gloves with six, small purple fabric straps on the back of each. These gloves extend up to below the elbow. Aaron also sports a black fabric headband, from which two loose ends hang down his back. He is wearing a black, snug collar. Wearing a black t-shirt under a black vest. Wears black converse sneakers.
Personality: Typically withdrawn, lone wolf. Usually friendly and takes some time to gain his trust...but he's generally a good companion. Just don't let him get too much to drink.....

Intro aside, let the fun begin.

IC:
Aaron strides in, curious about what's going on, and a little on the hungry side.
"I hope there's some food lying around...I could use a snack..."

Aaron almost immediately caught scent of food. He blindly traced the wafting aroma to its source, only to find that much of the food was gone. Giving a frustrated sigh, Aaron took some chips and paused, recalling having briefly seen something squirming around in the bag before it had been thrown aside.
"Uh..."
Hesitating a moment longer, he then put the chips down and chose to see what else there might be to eat. He absentmindedly surveyed the food table, casually overhearing some of the conversations taking place in the general proximity.

Meanwhile, after being deserted, tiny had filled up his stomach with pizzas and sodas. He sat at a corner enjoying the fireworks, oooh'ing and aaah'ing. He saw the arrivals of the Mods and CF's "pets". At the same time, he sat there observing each and everyone. Mods are here having fun, guess i was wrong. Hmm...Prophet seems to be acting like a brat. Is he trying to draw attention? Maybe he's just being childish? Why aren't there beers? he thought, popping 1 of the soda cans he brought from the food table. tiny glanced around the food table people and set his sights on CF and her "pets". Boy..those're weird.

Aaron felt his expression falter slightly as the creature lunged back to the chips he'd just passed up.
"Well...it can have all of 'em, if it likes...as well as the punch...
ooh! Is that soda??"
Aaron's seemingly aimless ramblings were simultaneously cut short by his sudden notice of a bottle of root beer, over to which he scurried with considerable haste. Pouring himself a cup, he contently meandered amongst the somewhat numerous crowd, partly loathe to introduce himself to anyone on account of being unfamilar with the surrounding area and persons comprising it.

Prophet noticed CF talking to thin air. He walked up to her and with a confused look said "Hey. Who are you talking to?"

"What the heck are you doing. Who is 'Mod?' I know mods, but uh... what the hell..." Prophet was seriously baffled by CF's actions.

Nick rearrived at the scene. "I felt bad about only coming here for your punch, so I brought some of my friends to spicen up things." Nick switched his Rammstein CD that was currently playing with his Outkast Speakerboxxx.

Nick took some more punch.