Keith Newcomb: ((Shall we have the ST known as Fang set the scene? *G*))

Jeff Brolin: ((I s'pose I can. *brings out the cane* No, Ravyn, no STing tonight!)) *Not so much a crashed party this time, really. A townhouse, it looks like, two levels. The music is blasting. College party, it looks like. Cigarette butts all over the lawn; the neighbors will be complaining about THIS one tomorrow.*

Christian Gallagher: ((Works for me. *S*))

Keith Newcomb: ((Ack! I forgot who Christian was! ~giggle~ Mea culpa.)) He swaggers up with Jeff and Cori, the gangly girl between them and an arm slung over her bony shoulders.

Jeff Brolin: *The front door itself is open, inviting. The slightly intoxicated to the vomiting splayed out across the room in a social abstract. The keg is in the corner of the room, several bottles of varying degrees of booze spread out across the kitchen counter. Just past the small living room. The couch is already claimed by a drunken couple making out sloppily, but there are a couple bean bags and a recliner.*

Cori: *her arms are around Jeff and Keith. quite calmly, her palms rest on male backsides, looking around with big brown eyes filled with amusement*

Jeff Brolin: *Jeff kisses Cori's cheek, and grins.* Told you we'd show yeh a good time tonight. *He reaches into his pocket, the crinkle of paper with the pills within it clear. He makes no effort to hide it.*

Keith Newcomb: He grins over at Jeff and Cori, his expression a bit manic but clearly looking forward to this evening.

Cori: *chuckles softly* i haven't been to a party in ages. ought to be amusing. *she doesn't go after the pills, although she doesn't try to get narky. Jeff's old enough to make his own choices*

Jeff Brolin: *He looks really quite tired, and perhaps a bit more wary of his surroundings. The pierced young man heading in through the front door to lay claim to the tequila.*

Sha-Sha: *Sha's wearing the dress on the left: http://www.blackrose.co.uk/index.php?leaf=P1103 with a black satin skirt underneath. She's got her arm around Christian, and is smiling as they arrive.*

Sha-Sha: ((Ack! Color!))

Cori: *rubs Jeff'sback gently and looks to Keith with a chuckle* dude--i can't decide if you look like you need a good lay or a good fight more.

Keith Newcomb: Cori: "Both. Maybe even at the same time." He laughs, tugging her close and kissing her roughly as Sha and Christian arrive.

Christian Gallagher: He's right by Sha-Sha's side, in his usual get-up...the leather jacket and jeans. T-Shirt today reads "Baaaaaa Means Nooooooo" with a picture of a cartoon sheep underneath it. He's in a good enough mood when they show up, arm around Sha-Sha.

Sha-Sha: d10: Per+alert: 9,8,4,8,

Sha-Sha: *There's a lot of people at the party but somehow her eyes manage to pick out Keith, Jeff and Cori. She doesn't know the girl but the girl doesn't seem unwilling at least. She whispers to Christian that she's located them, asking if he wants to head over or look for some munchables first.*

Cori: *laughs and kisses Keith back, biting his lower lipgently* wildcat loving, huh?

Jeff Brolin: *He keeps heading over to the alcohol, and steals a bottle of cuervo.*

Keith Newcomb: He gropes Cori's ass for good measure, pulling back from the kiss to nod to Christian and Sha. "Jeff just went inside. You know Cori? This is Christian and Sha-Sha, our singer."

Cori: *she goes along with Jeff agreeably. although she doesn't touch the booze. hey--more for him!*

Keith Newcomb: He says it across to them, but they *could* try to avoid him.

Keith Newcomb: He follows inside too, with a shrug. Looking for the alky-hol.

Cori: ((DLP))

Sha-Sha: ((*LOL*))

Jeff Brolin: *He returns to the small group, taking a swig from the tequila. He offers it on over.*

Cori: *laughs at the ass-groping, too. and simply heads with the guys, flashing Christian and Sha a cheery grin. she's met Sha, at a karaoke bar*

Christian Gallagher: She nods to Sha-Sha. "Might as well head over." He's still at ease and relaxed, though his posture is a bit protective of her. Certainly not as tense as he was in the Limelight, though.

Keith Newcomb: He gives his thanks silently with a nod, taking a swig from the tequila, then handing it back to Jeff. "They got more of this?" Looking for the booze.

Jeff Brolin: *He nods.* A few. Grey goose is nearly gone, though. Snatched the cuervo.

Cori: *chuckels softly* i have to wonder who'd win between you two in a drinking contest. not somethign i really want to witness,s ince i'm sure i'll be the one trying to keep you from dying of alcohol poisoning. i doubt either of you would give up until you got toxic with the booze.

Sha-Sha: *She waves at the group.* Hey guys...staying out here? *She's smiling and seeming relaxed for the moment.*

Christian Gallagher: He looks over to the group and nods to them, amicably. "Hey, everyone."

Keith Newcomb: Sha: "Be right back." Ducks in, grabs up whatever hard liquor he can find, and comes back out with a grin. "Scored." Takes a swig, offers to Sha and Christian. Cori: "I don't really drink that much. Only at parties."

Cori: *grins cheerfully to C and S. of course she eyes Sha appreciatively up and down* 'sup?

Jeff Brolin: *He arches an eyebrow, and shrugs, taking another swig. He raises a hand to Christian, and to Sha as well.* Oi, y'comin' in? We've got booze an' I think with enough I MAY take off my pants.

Cori: *grins to Keith* i dun drink at all. hangovers are evil, evil things and i tend to get them.

Sha-Sha: *She shakes her head a little with a smile.* No thanks. *It's easier to resist at a party where she doesn't know if it'd be safe for her to drink.*

Jeff Brolin: Kay! *he says cheerily, and he pauses, between swigs, to throw back one of the pills, and wash it down with tequila.*

Sha-Sha: *And her cheeks go bright red at Jeff's comment of remiving his pants.* Um, maybe you shouldn't drink that much then?

Christian Gallagher: "Thanks, Keith, but nod." He shakes his head. Jeff's comment, as usual, gets a look, not altogether pleasant. "How lucky we'll be then, huh?" Hint of sarcasm.

Cori: *grins to Sha* hey,if he wants to take off his pants--great! besides, he has new jewelery and maybe'll show some off to everyone.

Jeff Brolin: *He grins at Christian's comment.* Pretty fuckin' lucky, mate. you'll join the hoarde of people that have already seen me pantsless.

Keith Newcomb: Cori: "I never get 'em. That party the other night was a blur, though. Can't remember jack-all. Except some fuckhead went after us with a broken bottle."

Christian Gallagher: "Mmm. I'd rather stay off the beaten path, and not. Thanks, though."

Keith Newcomb: He takes a good drink off his booze.

Jeff Brolin: Heh heh... beaten path. *He leers for a moment, though clearly, due to the fact that it is followed up by a friendly laugh, his words become more truth.* Just yankin' your chain, mate. No worries, eh?

Cori: *mock-scowls at Keith* argh, bastard. jealousy reigns in my veins. *chuckles* brkoen bottle? must've been some party. you guys are ok--so what happened to the other guy?

Sha-Sha: *She makes a bit of a face.* I'd rather not see it if you don't mind...

Jeff Brolin: *He looks back to Cori.* Dunno. He was accusin' us of shit, so we got the hell outta Dodge.

Keith Newcomb: Cori: "Eh, he thought I had gone off with this chick against her will. He was dead-wrong of course. She was drunk, I was drunk, we were having fun. But he barged right in on us, Jeff like a good friend came through." He chuckles. "Anyway, we talked the guy down."

Jeff Brolin: *He smirks.* It was a joke, Sha. Don't worry so much.

Keith Newcomb: "We left for a *much* better party. One I totally don't remember at all."

Sha-Sha: *She frowns and looks over at Christian.* I think I'm going to head inside. *She starts that way whether Christian is coming or not.*

Keith Newcomb: Jeff: "Oh. Forgot to tell ya. She don't like those kind of jokes." Takes a drink.

Cori: *chuckles softly* oy. i'm glad i missed that one.

Jeff Brolin: Shit... *He winces.* M'sorry, Sha! Seriously, no fuckin'... no insult intended, I keep forgettin'.

Christian Gallagher: His eyes narrow at Keith's mention. Seems his recollection is far better tonight then the other night, when he denied knowledge of the girl. "Yeah, inside's good." He heads along at Sha-Sha's side.

Sha-Sha: *She gives a small non-commital wave back to Jeff and disappears inside with Christian. She heads towards the table with food looking it over, wondering if it's worth the risk. She looks over at Christian with a sigh.* Maybe this wasn't such a good idea...

Cori: *arches an nearly-invisible brow* well, that was interesting.

Keith Newcomb: After they go inside. "He's a bit of a wet blanket. We gotta loosen that guy up. I think Sha's into him."

Jeff Brolin: *He looks very upset. Of course, it could be the mix of pills and alcohol. His tail, if people could see it, was tucked. He slinks inside, and leaps into the recliner, peering over the back of it at Sha and Christian. Such VERY sad grey eyes.*

Christian Gallagher: "No, it's fine, on my end, at least," he says, his arm around her squeezing lightly. "If you'd like, though, we can go. If not...I'm here for you. You're safe, okay?"

Cori: mmm....*blinks after Jeff* think there could be trouble here? *sighs softly, running a long hand through short, bright hair*

Sha-Sha: *She hugs him and smiles softly* I'd like to stay...It's...possible it's not really as bad as it sounds, I mean, people get drunk and sleep with other people. It happens, right? *She's trying to give them the benefit of the doubt, at least.*

Christian Gallagher: "Yeah, they do," he says, though that doesn't lighten his mood any. "I don't know. It could be less bad then it sounds."

Jeff Brolin: *He looks back to Cori.* Think they don't like me any more. *He says it almost mournfully, and then he looks back over the recliner. He kneels on it, rocking in it.*

Keith Newcomb: Cori: He frowns, looking inside where they all. "There's some problems. I don't want her to leave the band, so if you wonder why I'm behaving myself, that's why. She's got some issues. And Jeff?" He smirks.

Keith Newcomb: He steps over to Jeff. "Does that matter? Christian doesn't like me either. I think I know why." Speaks quietly to him, "He thinks we're after Sha-Sha. Like, we want to get with her, and he's not liking that."

Cori: *reaches out to rub his back again* they probably just don't go along with the whole sex is natural and poly is just fine concepts. lots of people don't. they'll adjust eventually. *a gentle smile*

Jeff Brolin: *He gnaws on the chair.* Grar, T...reeeeex. *Apparently the mood swings have started to hit. Must be some good shit he's on.*

Sha-Sha: *She sighs and looks down, then hugs him.* Cheer up? It's a party, it's supposed to be fun...

Keith Newcomb: He looks amused at Jeff and shares a look with Cori.

Cori: mmm..*nods to Keith slowly* yeah, if he's into her he'd go all stiff over anyone else he views as sniffing around her. particularly if he's not geared towards generous gifting of intimacy.

Christian Gallagher: He takes a breath, and nods. "Yeah, sure. Let's enjoy ourselves." A smile directed to her.

Cori: *chuckles softly to Jeff* if it's a comfort, we like you plenty. and we don't seem to get jealous.

Keith Newcomb: "Fine, then he can be our roadie when we get famous," he fumes. Smirks suddenly. "You wanna be our groupie? We're called Ghost of Sha. Since she's in front and all."

Jeff Brolin: *He beams at that.* Thanks! *he says cheerily, and he flops back on the chair, rocking.* This thing is FUCKIN' awesome!

Sha-Sha: *She smiles* Come on let's get....*She peers at the tables.* Something....um...maybe soda? *That should be safe from Olives, right?*

Christian Gallagher: ((Pah! Who needs your silly Fame? He's got his own! *G*))

Cori: mmm. no. no groupie-ing for me, thanks. *grins wickedly* but i'm available for the postion of grope-ee so long as she's not gonna get pissy about it.

Sha-Sha: ((*snickers*))

Jeff Brolin: Mmmh... how about personal group fluffer? *he says, looking up to Cori.*

Christian Gallagher: "Soda sounds lovely," he says, grinning a bit. He leads her over to the area with the party snacks, on the soda hunt.

Keith Newcomb: "'Scuse," he mumbles, heading over to Christian and Sha-Sha. "Hey, Sha," he says quietly. "You okay? I mean, if this ain't your thing, we can all go somewhere else. Well, I'd probably leave Jeff here." He glances over at him. "He's a bit out of it."

Sha-Sha: *She grins and walks with him, looking over the selection of soda, trying to keep an eye out for evidence of people swigging from the bottle.*

Sha-Sha: *She looks up at Keith as he comes over, then looks over at Jeff.* Um...do I want to know?

Jeff Brolin: I am not out of it, I'm the fuckin WALRUS. Coo coo cachoo.

Christian Gallagher: He looks over at Keith as he approaches, saying nothing for the moment. He gets them sodas, letting her answer for them.

Cori: *chuckles softly andhugs Jeff if he'll let her* you're a cool guy,Jeff.

Keith Newcomb: He rolls his eyes. "He's on something." Flashes her a grin. "That's why I gave up the shit myself. I know I lose myself enough on booze, don't need the other stuff, too."

Jeff Brolin: *He'll allow the hug. As long as he can goose her. And he does.*

Keith Newcomb: ~And no, he does not appear high. Still has only had a couple of pulls from his booze, too.~

Sha-Sha: Yeah, I've never done anything like that, and I'm giving up the booze too. Bloodshot eyes and stuff just looks horrible.

Cori: *jumps, laughing* little more left,please.

Christian Gallagher: "I have," he says with a slight nod, handing Sha-Sha something to drink. "Quit for a reason."

Jeff Brolin: Oooooh. *And he does.* Sorry. Little bit inxoxitated. *And yes. He does say it like that. Though it's clear he's doing it on purpose.*

Sha-Sha: *She nods and takes the drink, sipping from it.* I think I'm okay to stay here, really shouldn't leave Jeff alone if he's on something...*She says the last quietly, so her voice doesn't carry to Jeff and Cori.*

Keith Newcomb: Sha: "Yeah?" He nods. "Good for you!" He puts his bottle back on the table among the food. "Not necessary anyway. My sister came home drunk as a lord New Year's Eve, I was about ready to paddle her ass, seventeen or not."

Christian Gallagher: He looks over to Jeff and Cori, and sighs. He doesn't like the guy, but he doesn't plan on leaving him here alone, either. "Yeah, I think we're good to stay."

Cori: *grins at him* much better. *gives him a smacking kiss onhis forehead*

Keith Newcomb: Christian: "Cool. And Jeff's a good guy," he says quietly. "I think we get up to worse shit when we're together." Chuckles. "Like we bring out each other's inner demon." Smiles to Sha-Sha.

Sha-Sha: *She makes a face.* That's not a good thing Keith. *She seems to be trying to avoid the topic of Alice.*

Jeff Brolin: *He beams up at Cori.* I like yeh too. You're fun with your clothes on OR off. *He looks over to the couch.* C'mon, DO it all fuckin' ready, yeah?

Keith Newcomb: "Maybe not." He shrugs. "But we're only human. Everyone has flaws and weirdness and secret skeletons in the proverbial closet."

Sha-Sha: So purposely making those flaws and weirdnesses worse is a good thing???

Cori: *grins widely* thanks, hon. *flashes a rueful grin at the sofa* not sure they're going to be able to consummate the act. he's wasted and she's drooling.

Jeff Brolin: Yeah... *He grins.* Can I tell yeh a seeeecret?

Keith Newcomb: He grins. "I never said it was a good thing. But I bleed it off, you know? I pound the drums, I lose myself in the music, I pour out my poison onto paper. That's healthy, isn't it? But yeah, I've done shit I'm not proud of," he says more seriously. "I was in and out of juvey as a kid...our father pretty much wrote me out of his life, and his will by the way." Slight, humorless smile. "I'm not quite that wild kid anymore, but I'm not a saint either." SOftly, "Does that make me a bad person?"

Christian Gallagher: He looks between Sha and Keith as they talk, with an eye out to Cori and Jeff.

Cori: i like secrets. *idly scritches his back*

Jeff Brolin: *He leans in and whispers in her ear.*

Cori: *listens to the man*

Jeff Brolin: *He licks her ear cheekily.*

Amy Silverthorne: *She elbows her way through the front door. I smell booze!*

Keith Newcomb -> Christian Gallagher: d10: per subt: 4,6,3,8,3,

Christian Gallagher: d10: Per+Subt: 2,8,9,3,7,

Sha-Sha: *She frowns when Keith says "Our Father," wondering how much of that is lie. She shrugs a bit.*

Cori: *blinks and giggles. whispers back*

Jeff Brolin: *He grins.* Promise, *he says sincerely.*

Sha-Sha: ((Gah, forgot...Awareness if you have it. Diff 7))

Keith Newcomb: He's focusing on talking to Sha, and not really even including Christian, almost forgetting he's there.

Cori: d10: : 6,7,5,8,2,4,4,

Christian Gallagher: He looks back to Keith, arms folding over his chest, and he watches the man with an even look. Betraying no skepticism or acceptance of his story.

Amy Silverthorne: *She casts a glance around, lips quirking up into a grin, seeing all the interesting people - Just not the one she was looking for. Good.*
[PM for DD if anyone wants. *S*]

Keith Newcomb -> Christian Gallagher: ((Keith 1) regrets nothing he's done; 2) the juvey part may or may not be true; and 3) his father doesn't ring true, but may indeed be out of his life since, as you may know oocly, his father is long dead. *G*))

Christian Gallagher: ((Same for me on the DD.))

Cori: *glances over at the tables, eyes narrowing slightly* guh. Jeff. i'm gonna have to book it, i think. i gotta check Weiss's foot. he cut himself this morning.

Jeff Brolin: *He frowns.* Awwwwwh... I have no breasts to play with if you go.

Keith Newcomb -> Christian Gallagher: ((The drum stuff is pretty much all true...Keith lives for music. *L* It's his only normal outlet.))

Amy Silverthorne -> Christian Gallagher: [Show you mine if you show me yours. *L*]
She stands at 5’8”, with a fair complexion and slender build. Her features are regal and defined, with a sweet well-sculpted face, and large eyes, paired with a nearly constant smile. However aristocratic she may look at first, the image is somewhat hampered by her choice of appearance – Each eyebrow has at lest three steel piercings through it, and her ears are similarly adorned. Her lower lip has a gold stud resting on it, and most noticeable, her naturally flame-red hair has been dyed at the bangs, to a deep azure blue. Most unusually, one of her beautiful eyes is a pretty green, the other an equally pretty, deep blue. She dresses for casual, in a well-fitting navy blue turtleneck and blue jeans, which have no shortage of patches (App. 3, PB4)

Keith Newcomb: Looks over at Cori with a frown. "You gotta go. Before you leave, gimme some sugar, Sugar." He grins.

Sha-Sha: ((DD here if people want too))

Keith Newcomb: ((DD here too *S*))

Sha-Sha: *She slips an arm around Christian, relieved at the distraction.*

Jeff Brolin: ((http://www.geocities.com/fangwulf/jeff.html You get my DD whether you like it or not, dammit!))

Cori: *hugs him again. and does a pre-emptive grope* i have to. i will not lose my dog to somethign as dumb as letting a little bitty wound get infected and turn necrotic. but,if you get sober enough to find my place later on,you're welcome to come over. *winks, eyes mischievious* i'll even get out some of my favorite toys to play with.

Christian Gallagher -> Amy Silverthorne: Young and hip. He's one of the beautiful creatures, no doubt about it. Upon first glance, his age could be estimated at the mid-twenties. He's got the rebel feel to him...hair a soft brown, falling to the shoulders of his well-worn leather jacket. He has about a day's growth on his face, just enough to be a bit scratchy, underneath soft blue eyes. He could hardly be called big...maybe 5'10, and weight 160 tops. The leather jacket sits over a T-Shirt that "Baaaaaa Means Nooooooo" with a picture of a cartoon sheep underneath it and an olive button-down. Blue jeans and an old pair of sneakers finish the look, one that says "I don't take much time...'cause I don't need to." And it's true, he looks good anyway. A small chain rests around his neck, a single gold hoop in his left ear. ((Fame 1: Professional DJ by the name of DJ Halcyon; Check Rich and Famous for details))

Keith Newcomb: Cori: "Yeah, I know what you mean. You want me to look him over, I'd be happy to. I know a little bit about animals. Used to work for a vet out in Frisco." Gives her a rough kiss and a slap on the rump. "Check you later."

Jeff Brolin: Oooooooh... *His eyes look all bright and shiny.* I'll keep that in mind. *He winks. And raises a hand to Amy.* OI!

Cori: *laughs and reaches out a long arm, leaning to try and snag Keith so she can tug him over for a good-night kiss* you can come over too, if you want.

Amy Silverthorne: d10: per + alert: 6,1,4,6,1,

Sha-Sha: *She leans into Christian, closing her eyes rather than watching the kiss.*

Christian Gallagher: He slips his arm around Sha-Sha and leans in to kiss her temple lightly. "Still okay?"

Amy Silverthorne: *Would be blundering, if she didn't hear a familiar OI! Smacking her in the head. Cranes her head, and flashes Jeff a big grin* Hey Spike!

Cori: *sobers a bit* feel free to come check him out. he's my big guy. *a wry grin* and he's a huge baby who keeps whimpering when he puts his paw down. he gets to wear the conehead today,untilit heals, so he dun lick his pad raw. *returning the kiss enthusiastically, then bestowing one on Jeff* defiantely keep it in mind. i madesome of my toys special. *grins widely* see you guys later. *nods to Sha and Chris and heads on out*

Keith Newcomb: He looks over Amy. Thoroughly. Grins as he likes what he sees, taking a seat on the arm of the recliner Jeff is using.

Keith Newcomb: Cori: "He might also be trying for sympathy." Chuckles. "I'll be happy to look him over. Animals are pretty damn cool."

Sha-Sha: Just...the rough stuff. *She says softly to Christian.*

Sha-Sha: *She waves at Cori and looks over to see Amy coming in. One goes out, one comes in. She shakes her head.*

Christian Gallagher: "I know," he says with a nod. "You're okay...you're safe. I promise."

Sha-Sha: *She nods a little and hugs him, with a little sigh, then sips her soda again.* ((So...how lucky is Sha today? *L*))

Jeff Brolin: Hey there piercy Mcpierces a lot.

Amy Silverthorne: *Heading over to Jeff, smirking* Been more tattoos this week. What's up?

Keith Newcomb: Amy: "Lookin' good."

Jeff Brolin: Mmmh... the sky, *he grins.* Also... meeee...

Keith Newcomb: Amy: "Jeff's having a bit of fun, as you can see." Grins. "I'm Keith."

Christian Gallagher: He looks around the room for a moment, trying to relax, and get into a more festive mode. Dammit, they were going to enjoy themselves, sex-obsessed potential date-rapers in the vicinity or not.

Sha-Sha: Maybe...dance? *She suggests to Christian*

Amy Silverthorne: *She looks to Kieth, laughing* I know who you are. You always forget that. Hi Kieth, I'm Amy. If you get me a pocketknige and a pen I can put it on the back of your hand for future reference? *Waggles her brows with a smirk* Thanks man. You too... *Back to Jeff* oh... Poor little guy isn't chafing, is he?

Sha-Sha: d10: chaos: 8,

Jeff Brolin: *He pouts* So mean to me, you ah.

Amy Silverthorne: Jeff: I'm just concerned. *She nudges him* How's hte band going?

Sha-Sha: *She rubs her forehead a bit, when'd she start getting that flushed?* I think I need to use the restroom first.

Christian Gallagher: "Dancing sounds like an excellent idea," he says, his face brightening a little with a smile. He takes her hand and leads her away from the snack table, to find a good place for dancing.

Keith Newcomb: Amy: "Shit." He chuckles. "I think I blew out my brain cells with too much acid as a teenager." Or he keeps seeing only her chest, and not her face. "And yeah, he's chafing. Our 'sure thing' left to take care of her dog."

Jeff Brolin: Well, our lead singer haaaaaaates... *He pauses, and looks back to her.* Oi, is she okay?

Christian Gallagher: Or, not. He nods, frowning a little in concern. "Okay. You all right?"

Sha-Sha: *She starts following Christian, then stops and shakes her head.* Christian...I...*She redirects towards the bathroom, looking rather ill.*

Keith Newcomb: He looks at Jeff, then to Sha. "No, she isn't." He moves quickly over to Sha-Sha. "Hey, you need to go home, Sha?"

Keith Newcomb: Ignoring Christian again, as usual, or maybe he's just *really* concerned about Sha.

Amy Silverthorne: Haaaaaaaates...? *A peaked eyebrow, flashing a grin to kieth* Keep staring and you'll have to name them.

Christian Gallagher: d10: Per+Med: 1,6,9,4,10,

Christian Gallagher: His face pales a little, and he looks at the drink, then to Keith. "Call a doctor," he says to him. "Now."

Keith Newcomb: He gets out his cell phone and calls 911. No, he doesn't have it on speed dial.

Amy Silverthorne: *She turns, watching with a wrinkled brow* Shit...

Christian Gallagher: He grabs the drink, just to make sure, and takes a sip. Who the fuck would put olives in soda anyway? Still, he blinks at the taste, and looks to Sha-Sha, moving with her toward the bathroom.

Sha-Sha: *She starts pushing people out of the way in an effort to get to the bathroom, she's starting to shake. Not enough time, she doesn't make it to the bathroom before she loses her stomach. She drops to her knees, holding it for a moment. She starts pulling at her purse trying to get it open between heaves.*

Keith Newcomb: As he waits for the operator, "Drugs, you think?" he asks Christian, following so he can keep everyone informed.

Sha-Sha: *Or at least becomes a dead weight in Christian's arms when she starts heaving...*

Keith Newcomb: He angrily shoves at some half-drunk fool trying to get close and find out what's going on. "Back off, fuckhead. Yeah, operator, got an emergency." He gives the address in the Bronx. "Got a girl at a party who's real sick."

Jeff Brolin: *He looks.* Doesn't look like a reaction to any drug I know.

Christian Gallagher: "Allergic reaction," he says. He drops to the ground next to Sha-Sha, taking her purse and opening it up. "Easy, Sha-Sha...you're okay, hon..." He goes for her medication.

Keith Newcomb: "It's an allergic reaction, we need paramedics now. She's vomiting, looks like she's got some medicine or something."

Amy Silverthorne: *All she's good for is looking concerned*

Jeff Brolin: Epi-pen? *he says, leaning over.*

Keith Newcomb: If the operator has any instructions for them, he relays them to Christian. "Paramedics are on their way. Jeff, go outside and flag 'em down!"

Jeff Brolin: *He nods, and hops off the chair, going out the door. He watches for the shiny lights of the ambulance.*

Sha-Sha: *She rocks a little on the floor, letting Christian take over getting her kit. Needles, and serum in a small kit. Needles set to take the right dosage. Heaves again. Nothing left in her stomach but she's still heaving.*

Keith Newcomb: He grabs a bucket of ice, turning it over so it empties, and brings it over to place near Sha, squatting down. "Here ya go, kiddo. Just relax, help is on the way. We're here with ya."

Christian Gallagher: He moves quickly...the man is used to medication, even in syringe form, and being around such things. He draws out the serum and moves to administer it.

Amy Silverthorne: Anything I can do? * Fidget, fidget*

Jeff Brolin: ((And I'm really sorry, my headache's finally become overwhelming. He'll wave down the paramedics, and then go meet Cori.))

Keith Newcomb: ((*hugs* Night!)) Amy: "I think the worst of it is over."

Sha-Sha: ((Aww...Night Fang! Take care of yourself!))

Amy Silverthorne: *She nods to Kieth*

Keith Newcomb: He smoothes Sha's hair as Christian gives her the serum. "You're okay, kiddo. Help is on the way, Sha-Sha. Stay with us, okay?"

Keith Newcomb: Amy: "Well, you could clear out these bozos who keep staring at her," he says quietly, indicating the lookie-loos.

Sha-Sha: *Shaky though she is, she tries to hold still enough for Christian to give her the injection. She whimpers faintly.* I'm sorry. *Once he gives her the injection she leans against Christian, tears trickle down her cheeks as she waits for the injection to work.*

Keith Newcomb: "Nothing to be sorry about, kid. Nothing at all. Don't worry about that."

Christian Gallagher: He slips the needle out, setting it aside and looking to Sha-Sha. Only now that the serum is in does he allow himself to shake a little, though his expression remains as calm as possible, watching her eyes. "Sha-Sha, hon...talk to me, okay?"

Christian Gallagher: "Don't be," he says with a smile. "You're gonna be fine." He hugs her, lips pressed lightly against her temple, murmuring. "Just relax, okay?"

Keith Newcomb: He rubs her back slowly, hearing the faint sound of sirens in the distance. ((I would figure by now?))

Sha-Sha: I...next t-time...bring my own...*She's still flushed and shaky but she seems to have stopped heaving finally.*

Keith Newcomb: "That's a good idea," he says softly. "Relax, babe, I hear the sirens. They're almost here."

Keith Newcomb: Sha: "You want us to come with you?"

Christian Gallagher: He holds her close, smoothing her hair back, and looking up when he hears the sirens approach. He lets her make the call about Keith coming.

Sha-Sha: *She nods, clinging to Christian. She wants him there at the very least and it's just easier to nod than be specific. The serum seems to be doing it's work, she's sweating some but the shaking is going down.*

Keith Newcomb: He looks between them. A quiet sigh. "I think Christian will want to go with you alone, but I'll come by the hospital later and see how you're doing, okay? They'll probably want to keep you overnight." He stands up.

Keith Newcomb: ((I have to get to bed. *hugs* Night!))

Christian Gallagher: He nods and looks up to Keith. "Thank you." This time, it's sincere, without skepticism. The man doesn't trust Keith, but he's grateful, and the gratitude shows.

Sha-Sha: ((Ninight!))

Christian Gallagher: ((*Hugs Raven* Thanks for the scene!))

Keith Newcomb: He nods to Christian, a wry smile. "Take care of her. Sha's pretty damn special," he says quietly, and then disappears into the party.

Keith Newcomb: ((thanks for the scene everyone!))

Sha-Sha: *She just nods at Keith.*

Sha-Sha: *And so the paramedics arrive and set about taking Sha in?*

Christian Gallagher: The paramedics do indeed. Christian moves out of their way, knowing the drill quite well, though he's never far...and when they start to get her to the ambulance, he's right beside her, going with.

Sha-Sha: *She's already starting to get a little color back in her cheeks by the time they get her inside, but still better to get her in for a full check. She clings to Christian's hand as much as she's allowed.*

Christian Gallagher: He stays by her side throughout the trip to the hospital, her hand cupped between both of his. Talking to her quietly, soothingly. When they get to the hospital, he moves in with her, supporting her as much as the EMT's will let her, following their lead.

Sha-Sha: *Sha keeps ahold of Christian's hand. If they try to move him too far away, she puts up a fuss. Eventually she's settled in a semi room. The doctors wanting to keep her overnight for observation but pretty sure the serum was gotten into her in time to prevent a worst case scenario.*

Christian Gallagher: He settles down into the room with her, sitting next to the bed, still holding her hand. Once the doctors are gone, he takes a deep, deep breath, letting it out. "Well, that made for an exciting night, eh?"

Sha-Sha: *She offers a soft, rueful smile.* Yeah, not quite the kind of excitement we were looking for...*She pulls his hand up to her cheek and just leans against it for a moment, with closed eyes.*

Christian Gallagher: "Hey," he says, squeezing her hand gently. "You're okay. And so am I. And that's all that matters now, all right? I'll think about beating the idiot who decided that olive juice belonged in soda later. Right now, it's just goodness, okay?"

Sha-Sha: *She laughs softly.* I doubt the person was sober enough to remember doing it. *She runs her thumb over his hand, smiling at him.* I'm sorry you had to see me like that, but...I'm really glad you were there. *She whispers.*

Christian Gallagher: "I'm glad I was there, too," he smlies, leaning over the bed to kiss her forehead. "And, surprisingly, I'm actually glad Keith was there. Because at least he was sober enough to call 911."

Sha-Sha: *She smiles softly and tilts her head back wanting a better kiss.*

Christian Gallagher: A little smile, and he nods, leaning down to kiss her on the lips.

Sha-Sha: *She returns the kiss, gently. Then smiles at him.* Yeah, he was. Jeff was with it enough to guide them in at least...even if they did both take off right away.

Christian Gallagher: "Yeah," he says with a nod. "I still don't trust them, but I am grateful."

Sha-Sha: *She sighs and nods.* I know...but...they didn't seem to be forcing anyone.

Christian Gallagher: "It's not just that, hon." He frowns. "Keith was lying. That whole thing about how he did a lot of things he wasn't proud of...he regrets nothing. He was full of shit there...I could tell."

Sha-Sha: *She sighs softly and looks down at her hands.* Alice isn't his sister either. *She whispers.*

Christian Gallagher: His eyes narrow. "Oh. Lovely." A shake of the head, rubbing at the bridge of his nose.

Sha-Sha: *She sighs.* She knows he's not her brother. So, he's not hiding it from her. I...don't know what the story is. He doesn't know that I know though. Apparently Alice didn't tell him.

Christian Gallagher: "Well, there's got to be a reason...for all of it." He sighs and runs a hand through his hair. "So now what, then?"

Sha-Sha: I don't know. I guess just keep going. I did say a couple more jam sessions to see how it goes. That's not committing to it, right? If it's too much I bail. It's not like we've signed any contracts or anything.

Christian Gallagher: "All right." He nods a little bit. "No harm in that."

Sha-Sha: *She squeezes her hand.* And I'll be careful. I promise.

Sha-Sha: ((His hand...not her HIS! *L*))

Christian Gallagher: "You damn well better be," he says with a grin, the tone of his voice belying any possible reproach. The grin softens, and he nods. "And any time you want, I'll be right there with you, okay?"

Sha-Sha: *She smiles* Alright. Actually, any time you want to be there you're welcome...I'll try to set them up for times you wont be working.

Christian Gallagher: "I think I'd like that." He nods a bit. "It would make me feel better."

Sha-Sha: *She smiles, softly.* I don't want this making you unhappy. I...care for you too much to do that...

Christian Gallagher: "I'm not unhappy, Sha-Sha." He shakes his head. "Not at all. A bit worried, but I know it's something you want to do. And I'm behind you, 100%."

Sha-Sha: *She smiles at him and pulls him in to hug her, whispering when he's close.* I...love you, Christian.

Christian Gallagher: He blinks at that, sudden intake of breath. The L word has yet to be used up to this point. He hugs her back, eyes shutting. "I..." He swallows hard. It's not a word that's easy for him to say, either. "I love you too."

Sha-Sha: *She holds him tightly, well as tightly as she can after the day's events. She laughs, softly.* Look at the pair of us...*She says quietly.* It takes me being in the hospital for us to say it...*She's blushing even as she says it.*

Christian Gallagher: He chuckles a little, flushed red himself, and nods. "Yeah, no kidding." He looks around the hospital room and smiles, shaking his head. "Silver lining to the cloud, I guess?"

Sha-Sha: *She laughs a bit and nods, the smile just not leaving her face.*