((Hold on.. I missed the entire last page.. Don't count this as a real post yet..)) ((...Oki, I've patched it up nao.. So sorry guys ^^)) Licorice watched Tag's performance with a faint smile. He's kind, a wonderful artist, and now he can sing, too?! She walked back over to the punch for a couple of reasons. Firstly, she had left her glass over there before returning Gummy! And secondly, she wanted to congratulate Tag for doing such a great job, and for not being so quiet like earlier. It's a rush up on stage.. She maneuvered her way back over to the punch, coming in on all of the black widow talk. "..Could I be concidered a black widow? If I marry in the future and my spouse dies?.." She overheard Knight's psychotic women comment. "..Then it's a good thing I'm not too psychotic.." She laughed, throwing a kiddish look at Knight, all in good fun. "..My name's Licorice. Licorice Black, is why I say that.." Her joyful expression turned to one of concern. "Umm.. May I see?" She gently took Knights hand, studying it carefully. This one's life line doesn't look very long at all.. ((Palm reader)) "..Yeah.. I think we should suck out the venom.. Just to be safe.... Buzz could probably do it best." She looked up at him with a smirk. seeing a new face. She decided to ignore it.. for the time being. "Hey Tag! Great job up there.. You really do have quite a voice." She smiled at him, hoping that he wasn't TOO much enticed with his own little world to hear or see her. She poured herself some punch, turning to the new face. "..Who's your friend, Buzz?" She was looking at Knight, more expecting an answer from him than anyone else. She lifted her cup to take a drink of the punch, but the dribble glass had fooled her. Red punch poured down over her once-blue shirt, causing her to back-leap with a high pitched squeak. "......Well I didn't see THAT coming.." She blushed as red as the punch. Funny how her confidence had gone from a solid ten to a two in a matter of seconds.