As soon as Kathrine spoke of glowsticks, no hands, game and handcuffs, Amehelia's eyes lit up, the old crone cackling out with a 'wooooooooohoooo!!!', her cane waving around her head with one hand as the other tugged the bottle to her lips for another huge swallow of vodka. She slams the now half empty bottle on the bar top and stands slowly, putting the majority of her weight onto her cane, hobbling bent over towards the closest man. Her cracked lips smack as that nasty tongue darts in and out of her mouth, and she whispers in an alcohol-laden breath mixed with some serious breath stank at the man, 'hey cutiepie!! ol' Ame here be needin' some helps!! A ol' woman can't be kneelin boy! help dear ol' Ame out an put yer sexy ass on dat dere chair standin' up!!'<br/><br/>Oddly, the man obliges her, stepping onto a hardbacked chair, facing Amehelia, and the hag wastes no time, the tip of her cane tapping off the floor as she literally goes face first for....she's missed the glowstick, and if anyone were to pay attention and watch her, those nasty lips and teeth of hers prepare for a gobble of not the glowstick, but for something much tastier in hr opinion under his cute little apron.<br/><br/>His glowstick bounces around her forehead, illuminating her ruddy skin and bits and pieces of hair, as Mill's eyes turn wide in horror, she knows what Amehelia is trying to do, and not liking it one bit.<br/><br/>Ame bites, she's not in it for the glowstick, and Mill moves quickly, her glass sliding across the bar as she quickly moves towards Amehelia, voice rigid, 'Amehelia Furnseworth, you stop that RIGHT NOW!!' Mill nudges at the old woman's side, just in time as the hag's teeth clamp shut, spittle flying from her mouth.<br/><br/>Amehelia, not happy at all, retorts with a cackle, her forefinger curled up and waggling at Millicent, 'damnet Milly!! I'm playin' a GAME, now let me get da' glow worm!!'<br/><br/>Mill grumbles, shaking her head at Amehelia and squinting at the woman, 'Ame, I swear to the heavens if you do that again I'm taking you out of here, period.'<br/><br/>Amehelia grumbles, spitting at Mill's feet in protest, then sticks her tongue out at Millicent, turning again to the man, and latching her mouth around his glowstick, winning a secondary prize to what she wanted as first place. Mill opens her hand, palm up, as Ame drops the slobbery green glowing length into her hand, and proceeds to hobble towards the next man.<br/><br/>Mill looks at the man as he steps from the chair, her tone apologetic, 'I'm so sorry, she's not usually this...brass?' Her hand runs through her hair, and she moves to follow Amehelia, Mill's tiny skirt bouncing against her upper thigh, heels clicking as she keeps a close eye on her 'aunt'.<br/><br/>Millicent, adoring this time out, even with the ornary Amehelia, will not participate in this game; she admires the hard bodies, the potential for warm skin, those manly arms wrapping her in a deep embrace, and she could have one, indeed, this night. Mill, simply will not. Although they are parted, and Solas, seemingly gone from this lifetime once again, Mill is committed to him fully.<br/><br/>And as she steps next to Ame, holding out her hand for the next glowstick, making sure Amehelia doesn't latch onto the men's 'other glowsticks', she notices the ongoings of the huddle near Seravi, Kathrine and Jacoda, grinning. Makota, she winks at from her position, knowing he is about to go hog-wild in this game, and anxious to see who the winner finally is.