⬢⬡⬢GLUTTONY RING⬢⬡⬢

[makethathoney]

Watch on YouTube

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

Comments

[noctuagoetia]

Catching word that there was an event happening down in Gluttony, the Ars Goetia decided to make an appearance. He didn't really have a need to visit frequently to The Ring so its bright colors and tropical flora was all new and exciting to him. It was quite obvious where the festivities were taking place, spotting the throng of hellhounds and imps trolling outside of a massive beehive building. Well, no time like the present.

Upon walking inside it suddenly dawned on him that he was horribly over dressed for such an occasion. Awkwardly Stolas stood by the doorway clutching at his talons as he silently observed the guests indulge in food, drink and... uh... others? O-oh my... This was giving him flashbacks to the night at Ozzie's. Though this party was on the more casual side.

Unsure on what to do, the owl stood still with indecision by the entrance. Stolas could feel eyes on him as some of the party goers stopped to take note of his presence, staring from across the room. It was hard not to notice a nine foot goetia dressed to the nines standing like a stiff.

[grointothebust]

On one hand, there's a figure immediately coming to Stolas' rescue, plucking him out of the awkwardness of absolutely not fitting in with the crowd and even getting some of the attention off of him. On the other hand, those flashbacks to that night might get even stronger as the King of Lust steps right in to greet a very special guest.

"Stolas!" The sin calls out with glee, all but skipping over towards the owl while donning more casual clothing, himself. "Touring your way through the Seven Rings, hmm? Bee's parties are way more casual, but I can get you out of those clothes...and into something less formal~"

Spoken like someone who's aware of every word he just used.

[noctuagoetia]

Hearing that voices sent a tickle up the bird's neck, his feathers ruffling on end. Stolas' head moved on a swivel to stare wide-eyed at Asmodeus as he pranced right on over to his side. Oh... Oh no. Now the King of Lust was the last person he was expecting to see down here in Gluttony.

Involuntarily the owl's face turned a deep shade of red at the very clear innuendo that was being sailed his way. Their last interaction was seared into his brain, with the Sin get the prince into bed in exchange for some of his crystals.

"I-I appreciate the offer but there are only two people in Hell that can undress me. My Butler and Blitz." Stolas awkwardly toyed with the hem of his cape. "However I am a tad overdressed for this event, I do admit."

[grointothebust]

"Two very lucky men, if you ask me." Ozzie notes with a coy smirk. "Lucky for you, I brought an extra set of clothes. They ought to be close to your size."

He takes Stolas by the hand to lead him away from the entrance and towards the entrance to another room. A bathroom, from the looks of it, with the sin opening the door and two partygoers hitting the floor and making out simultaneously. They're unbothered and simply roll along the floor, creating a vacancy for the owl prince's convenience.

"That's not as common as it is in my parties, but you'll see plenty of it tonight."

[noctuagoetia]

Stolas debated on asking why the King of Lust had a spare outfit on hand but he held his tongue. It was probably better left a mystery.

After a moment of hesitation, the goetia followed the larger Sin, weaving through the sea of party goers. All the while Stolas’ head was on a swivel taking in more of the sights and sounds that buzzed all around him. Out of all the fancy galas he's been to, this was certainly more... 'lively. And the more he looked, the more he felt way over dressed. Perhaps a change of attire was in order.

Following Asmodeus to the bathrooms, the sudden flop of bodies in front of his feet got a startled hoot from the owl. Pink teased at his cheeks as the couple continued their activities despite their hiding spot being disturbed. O-oh my. That was... something.

"Yes well... I have already seen a few people uh.. enjoying themselves. I do remember at your establishment at least your patrons were a bit more discrete." Stolas chuckled awkwardly as he took a step inside. "So what is this spare outfit you has in mind?"

[grointothebust]

"Right here."

Ozzie offers him a stack of neatly folded clothes. They could be anything, but perhaps one could consider it a mercy that they were simply a short sleeve shirt and a pair of shorts. The shirt did have a few rainbows on it - around the waist and on the sleeves - but that's about the worst of it. Seems like the King of Lust was more intent on showing some skin fluff with those.

If he's being honest, seeing the handsome owl wear his clothes is hot enough already.

[noctuagoetia]

Seeing the change of clothes he was being offered, Stolas should have been relieved it wasn't anything more... exotic. It was surprisingly tame considering their owner. Still, Stolas gave Ozzie a questioning look.

"How is this any better than what I'm wearing now?"

[grointothebust]

"It's casual, for starters. And will let you show some feathers." And also it's kinda hot if Stolas goes around wearing his clothes, but he keeps that tidbit to himself.

"You go and get changed now, handsome. There's a whole party looking forward to seeing you shake those tail feathers!" Ozzie can't hide his own delight at the thought while ushering Stolas into the bathroom to get changed.

[lonelysmiles]

Well, if Stolas wasn't aware that Alastor was working on a way to go between Rings, he just found out.

And what a way to find out. Still dressed in the black slacks and oversized red hoodie from earlier, Alastor was quite drunk at this point, dancing with a random Hellhound to an electro-swing tune that had come on. (Probably Bee tossing Alastor a bone for his earlier performance with Dante.) Apparently, the Hellhound was a fan of swing dancing and had been willing to risk the Radio Demon to dance with someone who had far more practice than most of the participants at this party.

Alastor was spun out at the end to the cheers and whistles of the crowd. While his partner stumbled and nearly ate the dancefloor, he backed into Stolas, face red from the alcohol and laughing.

"Sorry! Sorry!"

[noctuagoetia]

The small collision caused the owl to sway a bit where he stood by the entryway but he caught himself before he stumbled into someone else. Who in He- The thought screeched to a halt glancing down to see an unexpected sight. The manner in which the deer was dressed was far from the norm but who could forget that head of hair?

"Alastor?" Stolas sounded like he scarcely believed believed his own eyes. "What are you doing here? Why aren't you in Pride?"

[lonelysmiles]

"Dancing!" He hiccupped, swaying a bit on his feet. "Music's not all to mah -- hic! -- tastes, but it's fun!"

His Transatlantic accent kept sliding in and out, giving hints of his natural Southern accent. It wouldn't be much longer before he sounded like the Southern bayou boy he'd once been.

[noctuagoetia]

Now this was an interesting sight. I mean, besides a sin out of his ring, but a drunk out of his gourd Radio Demon. And this accent... Stolas sighed, shaking his head at bit at the deer.

"Thats not what I meant. Why are you here. How did you get out of Pride?"

[lonelysmiles]

"Oh, that!" Alastor waved a hand carelessly, nearly upsetting his precarious sense of balance. "Jus' spearmintin' with some magic! An' it worked!"

On his hand was a ring that most certainly hadn't been there before. Stolas would be able to sense the powerful magics contained within, a combination of Alastor's own and Dante's.

"Not perfect yet, so don't go tellin' nobody~!"

As if it wasn't already all over social media to varying degrees of disbelief. (No way even the Radio Demon could leave Pride. This had to be an imposter with heavily-doctored photos to give them that pixelated effect that always happened when someone tried to snap a picture or video of Alastor.)

[mansbestend]

"BIG BIIIIIIRD!"

He broke out of a conga line with a twirl, but needed to reach up and grab the shutter shades to keep them from flying off his snout. He knew he recognized this oak tree from afar... dude was hard to miss!

"You here with anybody? Party's not at that wall, y'know!" His own button-up shirt was undone about a third of the way down and his necktie was a fuckin' mess.

"...You, uh... plan on wearin' that getup all night? You brought a change of clothes, right?" A point.

[noctuagoetia]

Now there was a voice he knew and the prince's head moved on a swivel just in time to see the young hellhound escape the conga line. He... appeared to be having fun judging by the state of of his clothes. Or... did he come dressed like that? Which ever it was, it didn't matter. He still offered the boy a small smile as he approached.

"Oh, no, I came alone. Was I suppose to bring was someone?" Stolas admitted a bit sheepishly, toying with his talons as his eyes darted down to his attire. "I'm afraid I do not have a change of clothes. This is what I usually wear to a party so I thought it would be appropriate. Though, looking around at the guests, I believe I missed the memo in regards to the dress code."

[mansbestend]

"I didn't really come with anybody, but it's easy to make friends here!" He opened his arms to demonstrate. Some folk even waved, among murmurs that an Ars Goetia was here.

Was he lost?

Or was he cool?

"Eh, ditch the cloak and loosen the buttons. If you don't mind it gettin' dirty you can party in that. This isn't a 'look good among other stuffy people' kinda party where ya drink wine n' go 'ohohoho' a bunch."

He brought out his hands. A very colorful martini manifested in them, because empty hands were just not allowed here.

He passed it to Stolas. "Here. I dunno what the fuck this is, but it smells tasty."

[noctuagoetia]

Stolas stifled a hardy hoot behind a hand at Denji's astute guesswork about how the usual shindigs he attended.

"It's like you've been to a Royal party before. Though the 'ohoho's are usually provided by my ex-wife and her flock." Stolas mused.

Following Denji's instructions, Stolas Reached to unsnap the cap from his suit jacket and opened a small portal to send it safely back home along with the ruffled neckerchief. There, less stuffy? That was a start, right? Stolas was about to ask how he looked when the thought vanished from his mind as Denji conjured a drink in his hand. Was this the magic of this place?

Blinking he reached out to take the offered drink, giving it a small sniff. Oh~ That did have a pleasant smell to it. Tropical. Taking a hesitant sip, the owl's eyes shot open.

"Oh my, this is sweet." Stolas cooed, taking one more mouthful of the amber liquid. "These could be dangerous. It feels like I'm drinking honey."

[mansbestend]

"Eh, Royal party, fundraising benefit dinner back on my earth when we had to kiss up to politicians to keep funding my job. I assume it's all the same when money gets involved."

Alright, there he goes...! Denji nodded and offered a V of approval. Looking better already!

The hellhound laughed. "Yeeeah, that's how the refreshments are. Easy to take down, easier to take down a ton. That's how it works in Gluttony. I didn't even know I'd had booze until I was giggling away like a moron with this girl I met..."

He offered a double finger guns. "...That's why I've chosen to be your fuckin' chaperone, Big Bird! You get fucked up and enjoy yourself, I'm gonna chow on the food and keep to sodas!"

[noctuagoetia]

Stolas eyed the drink in his hand listening to Denji speak. That does seem to track knowing the Sin of Gluttony. The more the merrier, right? But then the boy and went said something that perked him up and he glanced back down at him.

"Cahperone?" The goetia raised his brow at the hellhound. "Shouldn't I be the one keeping you out of trouble?"

[helluvaboss]

Though Blitzø is too easily peer pressured into keg stands, at least tonight he's in a good mood. And seeing Stolas showing up to have fun, holy shit?

The imp doesn't manage a coherent word as he practically tackles the Goetia from behind in a hug, flattened against his fluff like a basking lizard.

"Youz fuckin made it, shy guy," he slurred, beezeljuice on his breath.

[noctuagoetia]

There was a soft startled hoot that squeaked out from the owl as he was suddenly jumped on from behind. Stolas didn't even need to turn around to recognize the heat that pressed against him, even before the imp spoke. Not wanting to disturb the rare moment of Blitzø being so openly affectionate towards him, the goetia carefully shifted his body in the imp's arms so that now his face was firmly nestled into Stolas' chest plumes.

A tender gleam in his eyes sparkled behind his eyes as he reached up to stroke the spines of the imp's head. Dear Satan, he was so in love with this man. How could one person be so fucking cute? In a different time there might have been some reservations about such a public display, but old habits die hard.

"Oh dear, looks like someone has been enjoying himself." Stolas chuckled down at the drunk imp. "Sorry I'm so fashionably late, Darling. I hope you haven't had too much fun without me."

[helluvaboss]

"We juz gotta cash you up! Gotta eat some peasant food till you wanna barf," he teased, lightly poking Stolas mid-hug with his elbow. "Ever have a fuckin enchilada?"

[noctuagoetia]

"And that's... fun?" Stolas raised an questionable brow at Blitzø.

He's not stranger to the worshiping the porcine God and he would necessarily call that a 'good time'. Still he tried to give the imp a small smile.

"I am aware of what an enchilada is, but it isn't something commonly served at the parties I normally am forced to attend."

[helluvaboss]

"Maaaan, fuck those stupid parties, dumb feather-brains don't know shit about having FUN. When you dance here, you get to shake your ass."

[noctuagoetia]

Stolas' rumbled with a laugh. Fuck those 'dumb feather-brains' indeed. He's going to be out here living his best life.

"Only if I get to 'shake my ass' with you~" Stole playfully poked the tip of Blitzø's snoot with a gentle talon. "Let's see to it that I catch up with you. What do you suggest I do first seeing how you seem to be the expert here."