do the rumble and sway // o - party

"[color=#40bf40]Give me a minute." She insisted, none too unsettled by having her theft called out. More buttons and knobs were fiddled with. "[color=#40bf40]It's going to go slower now, you know. I have performance anxiety." She excused herself with an indignant sniff, focusing hard on the technology. The toughest man-made things she had ever had to handle were usually locks. Radeken bristled furiously, wondering what was up with this infernal contraption. It's broken, it has to be. She pressed another button. Nothing but a click. "[color=#40bf40]Why don't you go enjoy the festivities? Maybe, uh, go find a- find a friend, bring a friend, if you have any. Have a drink, it's good. Good for you." She was very close to gushing about how proud she was of the drink but decided to save herself the embarrassment in case nobody liked it. She could just lie and say it wasn't hers. The perks of stealing.

Radeken stopped what she was doing and squinted at Immortal. "[color=#40bf40]I can. I'm just...I'm just waiting. It's...you know, right?" She put emphasis on the right even though there was nothing to know, it was just her attempt at driving him off. Radeken would rather drown herself in the pruno pot than allow help. I can figure it out. I've figured out harder things. "[color=#40bf40]Leave me alone. Go, uh, go play." She instructed tersely, eyes wandering to 'Margae- Margaret'. Had Radeken been the owner of expressive eyebrows, one would've risen at the other's verbal stumble, but it wasn't any of her business.

"[color=#40bf40]Radeken. And," And you can't have any if you're going to talk about it like that! "[color=#40bf40]of course." She took a break from her boombox struggle to gingerly nudge the pot and a stack of pilfered styrofoam cups close and, because she was really aiming for those kind hostess brownie points, Radeken carefully filled a cup for her with the aid of a ladle. "[color=#40bf40]Ta-da."