TLDR:Because it's been 11 pages of replies in less than 24 hours, Najwa has no idea what the fuck is going on, but clearly something happened.

She says hello to MATIAS SILPH and Zac Ramsay because they tagged her, and also says hello to cait alfric and her beau because she was with them.

Then, she looks at Kim and smiles. "Shit just got insane for a moment, darling."

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Gwen offers a warm smile in return for his kiss. He mentions drinks, which she once again appears indifferent to. Alcohol has never been something she's particularly interested in, and as such doesn't partake in. But that, of course, did not mean that Greyson couldn't.

"I do want to see you on the dance floor."

There is a mischievous, amused glint in her eye. That glint fades quickly, however, as she studies his expression. Something distracts him and even though she herself glances over her shoulder to see what it might be, she sees nothing but a sea of faces.

Unease settles on Greyson like a weighted blanket, however, and she can see it clear as day. Her suspicions manifest even further as, when she opens her mouth to respond, Greyson cuts her off to squeeze her hand. She doesn't miss a beat, not when it comes to him. Her knuckles rub together uncomfortably, but it is the hitch in his breath and the faraway look in his eye that hurts more.

He talks at her instead of to her is the only real way she can describe it. His thoughts, his attention is placed on something else, something troubling, and she opens her mouth again to object. But instead of words, a Comfey wraps around her wrist.

And then he is gone, leaving her standing there stupefied while he melts into the crowd on a mission.

"... sure, love."

Greyson Connors

Hideo nodded as Andy Blackadder volunteered to get him once everything settled down - though not before pointing out an observation. "This sounds a lot more like everyone causing mayhem than a random Pokemon," he said, "So that doesn't count. It only counts if it's someone outside the party!"

Like the drunk Ribombee he was holding. Or his mostly-unconscious Ambipom his Beheeyem was Psychically carrying. And neither seemed to cause issues to anyone but themselves.

For a moment, Hideo felt a little...light? He wasn't sure what that was, but the feeling was gone almost immediately - courtesy of his Gardevoir keeping his little group to the ground with a Psychic. Hideo was left completely unaware of what was going on, even as the sheen of psychic energy covered him.

Which made things all the more confusing when he hears Cardamom Bliss asking if he was alright - a good distance higher than she was before. "I...think so?" he questioned, "Is what's going on why you're up there?"

And as he got closer to the bathroom, he was informed he wasn't the only one close to there: one had a pretty bad black eye (Sénon Game ) and the other didn't look like she felt too good (cait alfric ). The thought passed by Hideo's mind to help them, but the only Pokemon he had that could aid them was wasted.

Summary: Hideo walks to the bathroom. His Gardevoir keeps him to the ground with Psychic while he talks to Andy Blackadder and Cardamom Bliss .  He's getting close to the other people by the bathroon (Sénon Game , cait alfric )

Ah, social cues. She was evidently still bad at those when she immerses herself in a more casual setting. The slight tilt of his chin and the sharpness in his eyes is telling: she's made a poor joke.

And, rather than attempt to fix it, Emma chooses to let it fester.

Some jokes just fall flat.

"Must be some coworker."

The lack of a name drop suggests it isn't any of her business. Normally she wouldn't care, and a part of her reasons that she doesn't. But he looks and acts like a cornered rabbit, swapping from trembling and stiff but fully prepared to rip you apart with sharp back claws.

Bo's smile causes her to pause this time and appear mildly uncomfortable. Or perhaps it is because of the company she finds across his shoulder. A familiar, painful face traverses the dance floor with someone else. Ghostly fingers hold her, uncomfortably familiar.

With a blink that is followed by a small, shrill voice raised in an accusatory tone, the feeling evaporates.

"You're looking for co-workers instead of me now?"

Curious, Emma glances back at Bo, very subtly amused.

Only for that amusement to come to a halt at another familiar face-- too familiar, as it happened. She blinks slowly, glancing now between Sénon Game and Bo. Did they know each other too? Small world.

In the confusion and stumbling of words, Emma chooses to focus on Boruta's stressed collection of speech, putting pieces together she really had no business in.

Emma does not miss the way Senon's attention never once lands on her. How curious, as that was not the case when they'd last met in the hot springs. Once again, the woman's attention shifts to the kid, waiting for his reaction. Senon doesn't stay long, choosing to chase after some black speck in the crowd or something.

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