Kasper just watched and listened and drank, what an absolute shit show this had turned out to be, but when the Captain seemingly dismissed him Kasper and his sister he tucked a napkin full of cheese into his pocket. He watched at his sister made her grand exit, "Well I guess I really do got to go, it's been absolutely a terrible time to which if I had to leave a review: worst time ever. No parties."

With a very low sweeping bow Kasper left without the same glory as Kat.

[Exit Kasper]

Ber watched as Winters dropped her armful of bottles and swept out of the house with a flourish, followed shortly after by her brother. Another moment passed as, expression flat and eyes narrowed, he stared at the mixture of alcohol and glass scattered across the floor. Then, quiet but likely loud enough for the others to hear and with the vehemence of his pent up irritation, he said the thought that should have been on any reasonable person’s mind: “What a fucking bitch.”

Not much time had elapsed since his departure but Kasper came back, not alone, Benji was wide awake grinning and smiling blonde hair as bright as the sun, "This is his, I don't know what to do about that, but uh rules are rules," sitting Benji down on the ground Kasper awkwardly backed up with his thumbs up and then was gone again.

[Exit...again...Kasper]

Regan’s face burned scarlet at @katerina’s parting words. Any remorse she might have had about Fabian’s indiscretion in the woods had long since evaporated. Kat had chosen to hate her, and however much of a fool she wanted to make of herself doing it was her business. But admittedly the barb stung more than it otherwise would have given @warren was standing right next to her. Regan was entirely ignorant of any reputation she may or may not have; she was still the mangy pup, begging for table scraps, panting at someone’s feet. To think that anybody would notice or care that was the case was absurd.

Thankfully, @berengar was there to validate her raging internal monologue. She snorted with mirthless laughter, shaking her head. A fucking bitch indeed.

Regan glanced at @elletta—a girl she recognized but didn’t know—and sighed a little as she was reminded of Othello Allemeade’s existence. She turned her eyes to Warren, resigned.

“Maybe I should—“ and, as I’d the universe decided they hadn’t suffered enough, right on cue one of the Van Zants reappeared. Regan’s expression was first one of confusion then horror as Kasper carelessly dropped Benji on the floor. Regan surged forward, only Warren was able to get there first, scooping up Benjamin as if he weighed nothing at all.

Regan was still for a moment. She smiled softly as she watched with what care Warren put the toy soldiers in the toddler’s little fists. She walked up to them, affectionately combing her fingers through Benjamin’s hair before gently booping his little nose with a finger.

“Here I’ll help you…” Regan stooped to help @elletta. After all, this was to some extent her mess to clean up.

Teetering somewhere between wanting to retreat far away from everyone and everything in this godforsaken mess of a room and wanting to throw something himself out of sheer impotent frustration, Ber lingered by the kitchen door for a long moment and tried to settle himself by taking a few deep breaths.

He had arrived at the party expecting a fun gathering with a small group of friends - Othello, Regan, maybe one or two others - that would have been a much-needed reprieve from the stress of existence since the other notorious party. Instead, he’d walked into a room full of more irritating coworkers than friends, bore witness to more drunken shouting matches, started trying to clean up despite the twins, cleaned up his dog after Artos ate vomit, and now had to clean up this bullshit too - as if he didn’t spend every hour of his day already cleaning at work.

When Haider emerged from the room she’d put Othello in, he just nodded at her in lieu of screaming. She had gathered up some rags and just set to work soaking up the alcohol and fishing out pieces of glass when Van Zant returned with a child who could only be Othello’s son. In an utterly bizarre display that had Ber’s nose wrinkling, @warren scooped the boy up, and Regan Lassiter went over to give the kid some attention before starting to help @elletta clean up. There was no way he would let Artos out of the kitchen until all of the glass had been cleaned up, which meant he was stuck here until the end.

After another deep breath, Ber turned in search of a broom, and after a little rummaging around, he found one and approached the unlikely group. “Easier than using your hands to get all the glass,” He said, indicating the broom, “once the floor is mostly dry.” After setting the broom to the side but still within easy reach of them, he cast a glance toward the tables with the various items strewn across their surface. He wouldn’t continue moving the food and drink to the kitchen until it was safe for Artos to be out, but he could at least gather everything into some semblance of order. “I’ll work on that.”

The snoring eruptions coming from Othellos room could have woke the dead, the closed door did little to dampen the noise. Yet he remained in his deep drunken slumber.

Regan kept stealing glances at @warren and Benjamin, trying to contain the silly smile that tugged at her lips. When he looked at her, Regan would already be looking. She’d grin and let her eyes fall back to her task, shaking her head a little. Regan had glimpsed something just then, but she wasn’t sure what. But whatever it was, it had tapped into something unexpected.

Smiling to herself a little, Regan continued her task wordlessly as if her mind was somewhere else entirely.

Ber worked diligently and in silence. At this point, he wanted nothing more than to put the house in some semblance of order for when Othello Allemeade inevitably woke up, bring Artos home, and maybe see if he could spend the rest of his evening with Thom and Temperance. He packed what whiskey bottles he could into the crate that someone had brought and carried it over to set on the floor by the kitchen. He organized the gifts and left them on one part of the table. The food was covered. The clean glasses were separated from the dirty, which he piled onto a tray and carried over to the kitchen door.

It was standing there, outside it, that he turned to address Regan Lassiter and @elletta . “Have you got all the glass cleaned up yet?” Although the words weren’t necessarily shouted, he spoke up and projected them across the space to make sure he was heard. Ber had, of course, heard @warren ’s general announcement that he was going to put the toddler to sleep, but he hadn’t quite connected that task with the importance of silence.

If given the affirmative, he would nod and open the door, releasing the whining dog that had stated scratching at the barrier keeping him trapped in the kitchen. As Ber and the dirty glassware disappeared into the kitchen, a black bundle of fur bounded out. Tail wagging, he went straight for the two witches who, if kneeling, would be down on his level, and proceeded to shove his face into theirs.