Bella's statement had Murder thinking for a moment. Did it count when he shifted, since<i>technically</i>, he wasn't doing it for the purpose of streaking. He didn't like the idea of shredding his clothes every time he shifted. Maybe he should talk to the Shield science guys to see if they could help out. Still, he finally sighed and took a shot. "Shapeshifting and clothes don't play together too well. I've lost so many favorite clothes over the years due to emergency shifting."<br/><br/>Leaning back slightly, Murder blinked a few times at abruptly Veronica leaving since she'd mentioned joining them a bit later. Strange, but maybe some emergency came up. Refocusing on those around him, he quietly snorted at Callista's continued cursing, though curiously watched her when she briefly left. Then, chuckled at her reasoning when she returned. "Ah, well, you can have fun with that. I couldn't carry a tune in a bucket if you paid me." After a moment, he shrugged. "I don't think you really need to impress anyone. We're kinda a weird clusterfuck…And I'm easily bribed with food, sooooooo…"<br/><br/>He gave Mayhem a bit of a look when the other man suddenly took off, then just shook his head, wondering what sort of mess he'd gotten himself into. Then again, it was nice to just not have to be mature for a change. Then again, it sort of reminded him of his twenties when he was an absolute dumbass about things. Once the other man returned, he took the leash loop and then<i>sighed</i>at the statement. "It's a perfectly good way to get extra life out of jeans. Besides, you know I run hot."<br/><br/>Quietly grumping, he took another shot and put the shot glass down. "Never have I ever worn a dress or skirt."<br/><br/>Looking back to Callista, he laughed and tilted his head to indicate Mayhem. "We've gotten kicked out of a few bars during drinking games. We can both put down a lot and people get<i>mad</i>." At that point, it seemed that the drinking game was on hold while she went to get ready for her instance up on the stage. While she went to do that, Murder flagged down the waiter and ordered himself a small basket of cheese nachos. Though, when she returned, he blinked a few times at her and lazily rolled his head to look at Mayhem. "Looks like you have some competition."<br/><br/>During Callista's performance, Murder worked on downing his food. Not only would it help soak up the alcohol, it'd help give him an energy boost that his healing was already starting to demand. It<i>technically</i>wasn't cheating. Upon her return, he offered a slight smile. "Admittedly, not my style of music, but it was a nice performance. Seems the crowd loved it."