He giggled sweetly, his dark brown eyes sparkling. "I don't know whaaaat you're talking about! This tastes amazing!!" He said smiling widely at him. He felt woozy and everything seemed blurry. "God I haven't gotten this drunk since I was 16!" He said laughing. He actually had it on accident that day not knowing it was alcohol. He rested his plastic red cheeks in his palms. "I am glad you think my voice is beautiful!~" he chuckled. "My mom used to fucking hate it!" He gave a middle finger to the floor and stuck his tongue out.

"What songs do I have in mind?" He asked tapping his cheek lightly as he thought. "I got noooo fokin' idea my friend! I am just bored as hell!" He laughed and jumped on the counter and stood behind him and looked down. "Maybe we could talk to Allias. He aways has good ideas! Ooo or Scar. Scar has the greatest ideas! He is the fokin' best!" He laughed. He felt light headed so he got on his knees and placed his hands between his legs. "Simon has good ideas too!" He paused and placed one of his hands on his face and laughed. "I forgot you were right there! Ahh, I am such an asshole at times aren't I?" He laughed. He grabbed his beer and took a big sip. "Soooooo any ideas Mr. I-am-gonna-pretend-I-am-drunk-so-I-have-an-excuse-to-be-a-flirt-and-have-fun?" He asked raising an eyebrow as he looked at him.

Kross watched Shadow disappear, his eyebrows creased with worry. He looked at the spot where she disappeared, and heard Scar yell for her. He heard Aria ask Scar where Shadow took the body, and heard her start to cry. He began to feel overwhelmed. He clutched his head. He suddenly had a bad headache, but he didn't know why. It was strange since he's not had one since he was 15. "I'm going to the kitchen." He muttered, not expecting anyone to here that.

When he made it to the kitchen, he saw Simon and George drinking. They seemed to be talking about... Karaoke? Kross silently walked towards them. "Let me in on this." He said, his headache getting worse. He stood by Simon, still not forgiving him for yelling at Aria. "Simon. I understand you have a problem, we all do, but I don't appreciate what you said to my cousin." He said, seriously. "I'm willing to forgive you if you hand me a goddamn beer." He craved a beer and has been for a while. He just wanted anything to make his troubles slip away. Even for one night. Besides, he hasn't had one for a long time. The usually quiet and serious dad-like Kross was gone for the night. Please welcome fun Kross!

Kross looked at Scar. He watched in amazement as the male started chugging drinks. "It doesn't matter. I just want something to get me drunk." Kross rubbed his head. His headache was getting worse, and only a drink would get it to settle down. It sounds strange, I know, but that's always worked for him. The last headache he had was when he was 15, and his parents didn't really care if he drank alcohol.

To be fair, they didn't care about his mental or physical health, so he drank every now and then when he was younger. Kross started acting like a father figure to his cousin because he never really had a dad. His dad was abusive and his mom was mentally abusive. Kross has vague memories of his mom calling him a piece of crap for the last time. The day he snapped. He'd rather not think about what happened that night, so he's never really told anyone his backstory.

Let's not think about the past. Turn your attention back to Kross. His face looked emotionless, and his hair was swept back over his one red eye. Despite what people think, Kross isn't really 'emotionless'. He just has that look to him. The one red eye, the serious expression, the black clothing. He screams 'Dead inside'. He's actually very gentle and full of emotion when you get to know him. Anywhozle, Kross looked at Simon. "Are you drunk?" He came a little closer.

Aria stared at Scar in shock. Anger rushed through her as he walked away. She realized she still had a knife in her pocket. She pulled it out, a started looking for something to stick it in. She walked upstairs, anger rushing through her. She thought about he past. The time she threatened her mother. The time her dad locked her in her room. The time she escaped and went on a killing spree. All things she'll never regret. It wasn't her fault she was angry. It wasn't her fault the accident happened. She never asked for any of those things, but here she was. Broken. She was finally happy with how she was. She liked being broken. It was fun to have outbursts and it was fun to kill. She wanted to try so many things with her broken life, and eventually she will. She just had to wait.

She saw a closed door, and remembered hearing Jace run into his room. She opened the door just a bit, and saw him. Sitting on his bed with no mask. "Hello, Jace. What a pleasure to see you." She was glad to have her signature creepy voice back. The broken smile. Thorne was back in business. "I seem to have a knife in my hands. What should I do? Hmm..." She ran towards the bed, her knife raised, and stabbed the wall behind the bed. She did this for a little yelp or scream. Something to lift her spirits again. "Don't worry, Jace. I will never hurt you. Your one of the 'family'." She beckoned him to the door. Why don't you come out.

Kross heard Simon's words. He was clearly drunk, but Kross went along with it. What really got him was when Simon licked his ear. Kross blushed a little as Simon made a comment about the taste.

Kross took the drink Scar made for him, and took a sip. His headache started to fade as he took even more sips. He began to feel a little drunk, and sipped even more. He turned towards Jace. "Hello, Cardinal. Welcome to the party!" He was a little drunk already, but believed it wasn't enough. He took a giant gulp, and felt way better. "That's more like it! Yeah, baby! I haven't been this drunk in years!" His serious tone turned into a silly, fun tone. "Mmm... This feels so good!" He referred to the feeling he had. A warm and fuzzy feeling with a bit of nausea.

He stared at Scar as he took his shirt off. "It is getting hot in here. Yum." He began to feel a little flirty as he stared at the shirtless Scar. A little part of him said "Snap out of it! You need people to respect you!" Kross regained a bit of his common sense, and blushed when he realized what he said. "I mean... Well, screw it. This is a good night to let loose!" Kross swept his hair away from his red eye, and stared at Scar with both.