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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.]

[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.]

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.

[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?

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[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.

[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.

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[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.

[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!

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.]

[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.]

[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.

[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.]

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.]

[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.]

[Oh this is WAY too funny. Ozzie HAS to see this. One of her four hands retreats just to get her phone out and text him.]

omg OZZ CMERE IN THE LOUNGE hurry hurry hurry HURRY

(Ozzie wastes no time following Bee's summons. Sounds urgent and is probably hilarious and--

...Huh....)

(He puts a fist over his mouth to try and not burst into laughter right then and there. Holy shit, anyone who expected the Radio Demon to be cute tonight is a liar. Quickly responding to the text so he doesn't accidentally laugh mid-sentence.)

OMG HES TOUCH STARVED!!

I KNOW RIGHT isnt it the cutest fuckin silliest shit you've ever seen????

Hey, Al, honey buck. You cool with Ozzie joining and petting your ears too? Consent is king, and all that.

Uh huh...sho', sha.

[Voice is dreamy and so very relaxed right now. Just drunk and blissed out.]

[Also Ozzy getting a taste of his natural accent.]

(Full on hands over his mouth trying to filter out his laughs. There is. SO MUCH to take in right now. The accent, the pets, the sheer good vibes and that longing for contact like this. Ozzie's as giddy as a child and tries to snap a pic of it.

...Uhh. That ain't right. He shows Bee the pic with a shrug. Guy's got anti-social media powers. Makes sense, with how much he supposedly hates the other overlords. Either way, he's reaching a hand over to give the other ear scritchies.)

Maaan, you settled in quick. I'm so proud of you, Al.

(Bee, he's SO FLUFFY...)

Takes good care of his hair, doesn't he? Nice and soft! These here are practically lamb ears.

[Velvety soft ears!]

Nice and comfortable, Al?

Mmmhmm...

[Three pairs of hands petting his antlers and ears, and the fearsome Radio Demon is just a boneless puddle. They could've asked for anything, and he'd give it without a second thought. No Deal required.]

[To prevent them from getting up, a pair of beezeljuice glasses appears on the coffee table next to them. Nice and chilled though a bit more of a slushy consistency than as a straight drink. Almost like it'd momentarily been plunged somewhere extremely cold.]

[There. Now they won't need to get refills.]

(This is becoming so weirdly cute? Like damn, maybe he should hang out with Sinners more often. Or at least Alastor's new friends. Ozzie's surprised by the summoned drinks, thinking...oh. Oh, this keep getting better and better. Alastor wants them to stay! Holy shit, this is incredible.)

Awww...thanks for the drinks, Al. I could get used to having you as a cuddle buddy.

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