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Sam grinned, "I'm beyond glad it's my birthday." She looked around at the intoxicated group, "I calculated each drink for each one of you personally, so don't worry. If you weren't late, you only have a blood alcohol level of about .09, so don't drink. However, if you were late," Sam glared Kyo, Jak, Kina and Luka. "Your blood alcohol level is .18, which is what you get for being late." She sighed, "So everyone be good little people and go do crazy shit, and don't drive."

"Sue me, I fell asleep." Luka shrugs, not really caring about her blood alcohol level.

Sam snorted, "So did Ella." Ella smiled sheepishly before grabbing Kostya's hand and rushing off. Sam's eyes widened, "Well. Apparently they're the first ones who want to do crazy shit. Interesting. THE REST OF YOU CURRENTLY HAVE FS, SEEING AS ELLA BEAT YOU!"

Jak faceplanted right there. From both the alcohol and the fact ella ran away from Kostya.

"Ohdamn." With that, the twins run off to do....I don't even know. They just didn't want to be beaten by Ella.

Luka shrugs. She didn't really care about failing. She prods Jak with her foot to see if he was dead.

"Get up, Jak. If you wanna make this night memorable, go get your girl. I'll give you fifty points if you confess to her." Sam taunted the young man on the floor, laughing slightly before running off to the casino.

"If you get hit by a car, you're worth 100 points.~" With that, Luka leaves the hotel too. So much shit could happen.

Ella sat back on a couch as Kostya set up shop in a private room in the back of a club. She didn't really like the blasting music, but Kostya said he needed to do this, and she was going to just go with it. She reached forward and played with the zip lock bag of herbs before opening it up and smelling it. It smelt awful, so she threw it back in the pile with the other bags. "Kostya, why do you have baking ingredients?" Ella asked as she picked up a bag with white powder inside it. Kostya turned back around and snatched the bag out of her hand and then started explaining everything about him to her.

Neya just blinked at the screen, not moving to see anyone else's live feed while Kostya was explaining. She grabbed a drink before saying to herself, "Yeah. I need a good lay."

Meanwhile, Anne and Alex were trying to decide what to do, Anne keeping up with her brother while they were roaming the town. Her brother was legitimately looking for shit to do, because he sure as hell wasn't losing. Anne, on the other hand, was just hitting around her own little bag of green...cooking ingredients. Because she was bored as fuck. And playing hackey sack with illegal substances was always a good solution to this.

Ella took some of the.... herbs, because she needed some way not to run to Luka with this new information. She wasn't really sure how to stay around Kostya either. Everything she knew was now basically a lie and she wasn't doing too well. She stumbled out of the club, whining as she tripped over some kind of animal and fell on her face. "Owwww." She heard someone laugh and the door to the club reopen and shut before she had even gotten up. Ella rubbed her head as she walked aimlessly.

Neya, however, was already on the case to get drunk. She was in the process of confusing everyone around her, telling riddles and stories of demons.

Sam decided to challenge everyone in the bar to beat her at drinking the most.

Poor Ella. Luka wouldn't have reacted as badly as her friend did, to be honest. She'd honestly come to expect everyone to be doing illegal shit. Kostya was no exception.

No one will beat Sam.

Anne had obviously taken some as well, since about sixty percent of the time, she was reacting...slowly to her own little game, which amused her. God, someone lock her in a box or something before she hurts herself.

Alex had gone off and gotten distracted, so yay. Distraction. Before long, he ran into... "Sam?" The...fairly drunk man blinks in confusion when he thought he saw her. Wasn't she off drinking somewhere? When did she pass him on the street...? He looked like he was trying to solve this problem. He didn't seem to notice she was like...in her thirties.

Nuna looked behind her, and Kostya's eyes widened. Considering the fact that there was a goat in his arms, he had every right. His cousin laughed when he saw Alex, grinning maliciously. He didn't say a word, nor did he let Nuna say a word. He just pulled the older woman close and kissed her. Nuna then grabbed his ass. Because hell yeah, she's a total cougar.

Ella ran into Anne on her aimless walks and smiled happily, "Apple!" She had meant to say Anne. She had no idea what she was even doing, let alone what she was saying. There was zero control here. "Where's the other apple? Or was it a pomegranate...?"

Dat cougar, doe. Alex blinks, seeming to try to get over the goat before he realizes something. 1.) ...was Kostya holding a goat..? 2.) Sam was kissing some random guy. Should he punch the other guy? Some little part deep in his mind was trying to tell him that Sam wasn't a middle-aged woman, and another part was wondering if he did punch the guy, would Sam punch him? He didn't feel like getting punched by Sam.

"...well, I dunno. But I passed a banana on the way over here. Does that count?" Anne had not the slightest clue what the hell Ella was rambling on about. But whatever. She'd play along.

Kostya stepped away from his basically twin-cousin and took his case of... baking goods... with him. The goat was still in his arms, and he really didn't want to deal with this drama. Even though he knew this was not Sam, he wasn't going to explain who it was, because he honestly didn't even really know. Pale stepped back from Nuna, letting Alex see him. Nuna didn't even notice, too busy shifting through her bags.

Ella raised an eyebrow. "Banana bread... Oh! I could make banana bread, apple!" She lifted up her ingredients with a bright smile.

"...wait...Kostya?" Alex had no idea what the hell was going on. So Kostya was kissing Sam, and...what? Jesus Alex, where is your wonderful sense of logic at this time? Oh wait. Not in Vegas. Logic is useless here. Soooo Alex frowns and swings at Pale. This should be familiar to Pale. Except Alex isn't a midget now. And he didn't look so much like a girl.

Anne tries to connect this in her head. Retarded (or...more so than usual) Ella...bag of green shit...baking... "OH!" At this, the blonde starts laughing, "Oh God, Ella. Yeah, sure. Go make banana bread." She figured she might as well stick with Ella for a bit. More for the entertainment value than keeping her safe, although that factored in there too, somewhere.

'Kostya' dodged the punch with too much ease, too much experience with Alex's punches to be the tall Russian nerd with glasses. Nuna then punched Alex, because no one messes with her man. What a great first-greeting from his future mother-in-law, don't you agree? And this thirty-seven year old had strength. Not as much as Sam, but still.

"Oh! Yay! Apple's going to help with the banana bread? You've always been so good with ovens!" Ev-Ella was completely and utterly drunk.

Alex actually dodges this. Go Alex! Wonderful meeting, wonderful meeting indeed. However, he didn't punch back. Even as shitty as his judgement skills were right now, he wouldn't punch Sam. Not even because Alex didn't punch women. Mostly because the thought of punching Sam scared him. He didn't want to die.

Anne decides to call Sam to try to figure out what the hell Ella was rambling about. She wasn't in the best state of mind, but she figured she was less fucked up than Ella, so yay for her. Although...calling someone while you're high and drunk might not be a wonderful idea.

Sam answered her phone, "Yes, dear, sweet Anne?" She was totally drunk.

Nuna stepped back, impressed. "Ah, well look at that. The drunk teenybopper knows how to fight."

"...teenybopper?" Okay, Alex was confused again. Dammit Nuna. He had just began to have a slight grasp on what appeared to be going on, then you had to fuck it up. You're the reason Alex cannot have nice things.

"Okay, so...check this.." Anne was trying to remember what the fuck she was calling about. Then she remembered. Sort of. "So...Ella started talking about baking banana bread...and I think she called me a good oven?" The blonde woman blinks and tries not to laugh again. Although...banana bread did sound really good right now. But how were they going to get something to eat? Anne wasn't an oven. What the fuck Ella?

Nuna raised an eyebrow, "Yeah. You're so small, like a little teenybopper." She laughed slightly, "You're kinda cute, blondie." Pale snorted, and Nuna looked over at her boytoy, "Let's go before he throws another punch, babe." Awkward first meeting was awkward.

Sam raised an eyebrow, "Okay, so. I'm just going to go with you're the one who's out of it and not me, because there's no way I've already had that much so: If you and Ella want to bake, be careful."

"Well that was...weird...?" Alex was pretty much too stupified by total amount of what the fuck that just happened.

"... Well, I do like food..." Maybe baking with Ella wouldn't be /so/ horrible. As long as her friend didn't try to bake her. Well...maybe if she tasted good enough.

"Tell Sam that her mom says hello!" Pale called behind him with a cackle. Yeah. Evil. I don't know. This is awkward.

"Ella's a good chef." Then again was good at most things.

"...what?" Then it started to click in Alex's mind and he actually thought it'd be a good idea to do this. So he texts Sam. "Okay so I just walked up on a goat, you, and Kostya, you went all freaky rapist on him, and he just told me to tell you that your mom said hi. Do I just...need to go sit down or something...?"

"Alright then. TO THE ELLA, FOOD!" With that, Anne hangs up the phone, and she starts dragging Ella around in search of an oven.

Sam read Alex's text and called him quickly. She didn't even what for a hello when she heard him answer because fuck logic he's already answered. Yeah. "Did you take anything some someone random on the street and swallow it? Did you let someone stick a syringe in you? WHY MUST YOU BE SO TRUSTING, ALEX?"

Ella was dragged, "Yes, Apple.~"

Alex flails. "I honestly haven't done anything 'cept drink the drink you gave all of us!" True story. "And what the hell is a teenybopper?!" Poor man was so lost.

Anne continued searching for ovens.