⬢⬡⬢GLUTTONY RING⬢⬡⬢

[makethathoney]

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Everyone deserves a fun night out - why not try out one of those hellhound parties that Loona's friend Tex talked about?

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[lonelysmiles]

Tha' Ah am, sha!

[He's not falling down drunk, but he's at the stage where the Transatlantic accent has hit the road. Say "hello" to his natural very thick Southern accent, Bee.]

Ain't neva been ta a pahtay like dis 'fore.

[He takes a long drink from his cocktail, savoring the flavor.]

[makethathoney]

[She squeaks and giggles, kicking her legs a little where she's sat. HELL yeah getting the sneak peek into something Alastor holds back!]

Never celebrated Mardi Gras?? That's one of the few parties up top I even try to go to anymore!!

[lonelysmiles]

Oh Ah wenta Mahdi Graw, buh nah as much fun durin' Pro'bition. No booze durin' da parades. Gotta go to a speakasy fah dat.

[He turns so he's got his forearms resting on the back of the couch, basically bent in half. One of the hellhounds is definitely snapping a pic and cursing the pixelation. So much for pics for later fun.]

Don' tink ya'd like Mahdi Graw durin' den. Tho' Ah do make a good Kin' Cake.

[makethathoney]

Oh yeah, fuck, that WAS around that time, wasn't it? Fucking prohibition!

[ROLLS HER EYES...]

What a huge pain in my ass THOSE years were. I'd have to fuck up some cops and get the town screaming and roaring to make up for it! Ah, if only. These days people eat SO well.

[lonelysmiles]

[Alastor nods vigorously.]

Pro'bition an' Stock Mahket Crash o' '29. Bad time fah Glut'ny.

[He giggles.]

Funny ting is Pro'bition died when Ah did!

[makethathoney]

Ugh!! You didn't even get a real Mardi Gras where you got to get fucked up!!

[lonelysmiles]

Ah wouldn' be 'posed ta a Mahdi Graw down heeya, but not much dif'rent den normal.

[It is Hell, after all. Drinking, parties, and debauchery were normal.]

You eva been ta Nawlins?

[makethathoney]

[She puts her finger to her lips in a 'shhh' gesture]

That'd be telling, wouldn't it?

[Sins definitely ought to not be going up there in person when they have so much to do, after all.]

[lonelysmiles]

[Alastor chuckles.]

Ah getcha, Ah getcha. Don' ask no questions, don' get tol' no lies.

[He takes another long drink.]

[makethathoney]

[She giggles a bit, buzzing behind the counter briefly before flying back over.

A nice mojito for you, Alastor! Something refreshing but definitely super boozy still.]

There's LOTSA great mortal parties all over the world, but I get to skim all the best ideas and go batshit on my own turf instead!

[lonelysmiles]

[He snaps his previous (now empty) glass to wherever the dishes are being collected to get washed before taking the mojito and sipping. Ah, nice and refreshing and definitely boozy. Alastor is nice and mellow.]

Suppose da Crescen' Citay's small potatoes compare ta da rest o' da world. [He takes another sip, eyes distant with nostalgic memory. Whether Bee realizes it or not, mojitos were a very occasional drink Alastor had back when he was alive. The mint and booze combo takes him way back.] 'S all Ah have ta compare Hell pahties to. Born, raised, an' buried dere.

[makethathoney]

Don't you worry one bit, Al, no one parties like I party. This is the best of the best, every time.

[She flops back, her legs hanging over the back of the sofa while she laid upside down while chatting with him.]

[lonelysmiles]

[Alastor idly swirls his drink as he grins down at her, a much more honest smile than his usual ones.]

Can't tink uv any reason ta doubt it. Dis place is sometin' else.

[Funny how at the start of all this, he'd been scared almost witless and now they're chatting like old friends. The magic of alcohol in action, it seems.]

[makethathoney]

I'm glad you're a good party guest!! I was a little worried you'd completely fuck up the vibe, but you unwind real cute, Al.

[She'll pat his elbow fondly!]

You know better than to start shit though, you and your interesting little friends.

[lonelysmiles]

[He gives a careless wave with one hand.]

Nah yo fault, dahlin'. Pahtay always stops when Ah show up.

[And there's an extra spike in the bitter part of Alastor's honey. If loneliness had a taste, this would be it. Alastor had the shadows as his constant companions, but sometimes he just wanted people to talk to.]

[Always the outsider, always the commentator.]

'Sides Ah don' snack on jess anybahdy. Dey gotta do sometin real bad, sometin Ah can't let slide. One o' yo guests stahts preyin' on anotha, an' dey're on mah menu.

[And she can probably get the idea of what Alastor means by "preying". He's a monster that eats other monsters.]

Tho wit you 'round, ain't no reason fa me ta snack on dat sort, is dere?

[makethathoney]

[She catches onto the flavor pretty immediately. Knowing what Alastor's actual pattern was did help in the sense that she could avoid problems. It's not like she didn't have the occasional hellhound that'd tasted human flesh and indulged - and it's not like she would ever stop them. All that meant was that she had to make sure not to mix invitations, that's all.]

Not at all, baby boy.

[She'll put a hand on his knee and give it a squeeze.]

You did make your very first entrance down in hell with a big bang. Just means it's an uphill climb to get people to unwind. I think that cute accent and some booze is a great start.

[lonelysmiles]

[Alastor chuckles.]

Nah, makes me soun' ig'nant. 'S why Ah didn' like talkin' 'fore Ah heard da radioman.

[It feels natural to tell Bee that. The last person he told was...]

[He feels a sudden stab of homesickness for, of all things, a treehouse in a little town filled with them. A place where it's the emotions imbued in the food and drink that sneaks up on you before any booze does. Of people who didn't know his reputation and heard his "hello" and returned it.]

[Good people he'd never see again even if they could've come through as well since they would've gone to Heaven instead.]

[He's starting to forget his home in the bayou. The details have become fuzzy. How long before that's gone and Reverein starts to fade?]

[He releases the glass as his shadow takes it and sets it down on a table close by.]

Lissen ta me talkin' like a fool. Time ta cut mahself off.

[makethathoney]

[Buzzing her wings, Bee flips herself back upright before settling on the couch again, summoning some pretzels in a basket for him in case part of that bitterness was nausea.]

No, really! You don't sound ignorant. You sound cultured. Ugh, now I'm the one blowing the mood, big fat hypocrite here.

[lonelysmiles]

[Fortunately, he hasn't drunk himself sick, but at least he's cutting himself off before he abuses what she's providing to enjoy himself to try and distract himself from his problems.]

[He chuckles, ears twitching cheerily, as he swallows down his own bad feelings.]

Hyp'crites? In Hell? Say it ain't so, sha!

[makethathoney]

You're right, you're right!

[Twitchy ear, does that mean itchy ear? Bee will go ahead and give it a gentle scratch - as an ear-haver, she knows exaaaaactly what feels super nice.]

[lonelysmiles]

[Alastor goes rigid for a brief moment, smile freezing in place, as the words "oh no" cross his mind.]

[Then he melts against her, pressing his ears and antlers into her hands insistently, rumbling in a deer's version of a purr. If there's a tail hidden under that low-hanging hoodie, it's definitely wagging as he closes his eyes in utter bliss.]

[No thoughts, only ear scritches.]

[Bee has discovered something even Lucifer doesn't know: Alastor's "off" switch. In fact, if she asks for anything right now, she won't have to summon it herself since he will automatically obey to make sure the scritches don't stop.]

[makethathoney]

[Oh fuck yes. That is some premium bliss right there!! Looks like her hands are gonna be a little busy for a bit, but that is a-okay.]

Aren't you cozy! That's better, sugarcane.

[She'll tap the bottom of his glass, refilling the mojito immediately.]

Just relax, take a sip and enjoy.

[lonelysmiles]

[Per her instructions, he lazily took a sip of his drink, body humming with pleasure. Nothing sexual in it, of course. He wasn't that type of demon.]

[Fortunately, other demons assumed she'd given him a hit of the good stuff and it was kicking in rather than it being a weakness hard-wired into him.]

[makethathoney]

Aren't you a little cuddle bug! Cuuuute.

[She's no stranger to drunk party goers and their PDA, so long as they don't get grabby with her - no worries in the slightest with Alastor. Another hand joins for more scritches. Then another. And another.]

[lonelysmiles]

[It'd take a lot more than that to get Alastor to even vaguely consider being grabby with her. Not a sexual bone in his body.]

[The honey he's producing is charged with good vibes. It's practically humming with power. And that's not the only thing coming off of Alastor. There's the sounds of birds chirping and the gentle rustle of a breeze through leaves winding in and out of the revelry of the party.]