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The little performance conducted by Sweet and performed by Mickey had certainly been a big enough source of commotion to draw her attention. The friendly goth had been watching the entire thing from a little drinks table off to the side, near enough that she could smile and clap along to the beat whenever the backup dancers passed, so Mickey didn't need to go far to approach her. Hmm. What a funny little thing to do. She supposed there was a fair bit of irony in the serial killer singling Death out among a crowd, wasn't there? Not that she was letting anything on. She wasn't here to flaunt her position.
"Hello, you two."
She addressed Jezebel in her greeting too, fully conscious of the fact that she had the demi-demoness's attention. She had the right idea, about what she sensed within the pale girl; some light, some dark... and yet mostly neither. She wasn't so much a being of good or evil as she was an aspect of existence itself, something ancient and fundamental, with no preconceptions. Save for a particular fondness of certain British cult films, of course.
Perhaps curiously, she addressed both as though she already knew them-- and indeed, that was the vibe she gave off. Like she was an old friend they just hadn't had the pleasure of meeting yet. She sipped her drink, giving them both a friendly smile.
"Enjoying yourselves? Seems like things've gotten lively already. Can't say I'm too surprised, knowing this lot. Have you ever seen a bunch like this before? All in the one place? What a lark!"
@Jeremi @TheSpringwoodSlasher
Had Mickey even the slightest idea that he was talking to the physical embodiment of Death, he might have been a bit freaked out. Had she been able to see all of the people he'd killed? That Billy's Mom killed? What about ChromeSkull? Would she want to take revenge for them? Would she want to see him die? How did the process of death really work? Was it all just darkness after you passed on? Or was it more of a business thing? Would he really have died if he hadn't met ChromeSkull when he did? All these questions and more would likely not get an answer as Mickey was blissfully unaware of Didi's true identity. At the most she just looked like she was a groupie for The Cure or some kind of genderbent Eric Draven cosplayer.
Which he wasn't going to knock.
Because the Crow was a fuckin awesome movie.
"I was already having a pretty good time with my pal over there. He's the guy in the fancy black suit and the skull mask. But he ain't much of a talker. Not to be confused with the actual talking skeleton. Which I'm convinced is either a really elaborate Ray Harryhausen prop gone rouge or some Nightmare Before Christmas meets Clash of the Titans shit.. I'm Mickey. Nice to meet ya."
"From where I'm from shindigs like this are a normal occurrence." Jezebel replied downing the last of her whiskey, the glass she handed off to Mickey like she expected him to know what to do. "You can call me Jezebel, I'm not quite sure what to call you however."
@TheSpringwoodSlasher @OrlandoBloomers
"Huh?"
Mickey was surprised and nearly dropped the glass as Jez handed it off to him. What did she expect from him? To go get a refill like some kind of gentlemen? He was here to mingle, not be the daughter of the devil's murderous errand boy. But he supposed it'd let him pass something on to ChromeSkull as he went to do so.
"I'll be right back, ladies. Just gonna get a quick re-fill for Jez here." With that Mickey quickly made his way off and disappeared into the crowd. Only to reappear next to wherever ChromeSkull was with that drunken chick as he leaned in next to his friend.
"Sup, Chrome? You been enjoying yourself since you fucked off from that wonderful chat I was having?"
BY WONDERFUL CHAT, YOU MEAN YOU GOING ON AND ON ABOUT MOVIES TO A GUY I COULDN'T STAND THE SIGHT OF? BUT YOU DIDN'T COME OVER HERE TO ASK ME HOW I'VE BEEN. THE HELL DID YOU DO NOW, MICKEY?
"Well, after that whole song and dance which I'm sure you saw, being that I was the star and all. I ran into this goth chick and was just going to get a refill for Jez. You want to come back with me?"
EH, MIGHT BE A BETTER USE OF MY TIME THAN HANGING AROUND HERE. SO LONG AS YOU KEEP YOUR KNIFE SHEATHED. ALSO, DID YOU SEE THAT THING LOOKING AT ME?
Mickey was quite confused at just who ChromeSkull was referring to. From Morrigan to that skeleton thing, there was a whole bunch of freaks here.
"I'm afraid you're gonna have to be a little more specific. Who did you mean, exactly?"
THAT SKELETON. HE GLARED AT ME AND THEN SULKED OFF. YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT THAT'S ABOUT?
"I dunno. Maybe he just thinks your face is offending or something. I mean your mask-face. Not your real face. You got a mug a mother would die for. Hehehe, get it because Friday the 13th and.."
JUST GET YOUR GODDAMN DRINKS AND GET OUT OF MY FACE.ALREADY DECIDED I'M GONNA MAKE AN APPOINTMENT WITH ONE OF THOSE BACKUP DANCERS IN YOUR LITTLE 'SHOW' YOU PUT ON.
"..What?! But they look..Just...Like..Oh."
ChromeSkull didn't really feel a response was warranted there.
"Right-o! I'll just be on my way." With that Ghostface quickly moved past ChromeSkull to go and grab a drink to refill Jez's glass.
@Jeremi @OrlandoBloomers @DapperDogman[/solid]
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