divinetree | ⬢⬡⬢GLUTTONY RING⬢⬡⬢

"Yeah, lemme guess, 'Oooh you HAVE to try this four thousand year old piss water wine that tastes like dust and regrets,'" Blitzø teased, feigning a haughty accent. "Fuckin shlubs only know how to sniff farts and make each other miserable. This is what partying really is."

Stolas hid a chuckle behind a hand at Blitzø's impersonation of a Royal. It was almost like he was actually there.

"You know, you should try some dusty 4000 year old grape water. A few are very good. However my drink of choice if I didn't want to remember last night's events was always absinthe." Stolas took another sip of the drink in his hand, letting the cool liquid slither down his throat. "Of course its not as sweet. I much prefer this. Goes down easier."

Clinging a talon on the glass, the goetia turned his attention back to the party that raged on behind them. There was so many new sights and sounds that surrounded them. In the center of the dance floor something caught the owl's eyes. A small clearing was formed as someone was lifted into a handstand over a metal keg. Everyone was so enthusiastic as they all chanted 'chug chug chug!' in unison.

"Well..." Stolas looked back down at Blitzø with a cocked brow, "I will grant you that things here are more lively than what I am accustom to. "

"I'd joke about you trying a kegstand, but I don't think you'd fuckin' survive, Stols," Blitzø snorted before taking a deep gulp of sangria. Yum. "I can't even imagine you doing a hand-stand in the first place."

Stolas's beak flapped wordlessly for a moment as he started flabbergasted down at Blitzø but eventually the prince found his voice.

"I beg your pardon? You saying I can't play your little commoner game?" His head whips back to look at the crowd. "Doesn't seem too hard. Looks like all one has to do is hang upside down and drink from a hose. I hardly say that requires much skill."

"Yeah? Can you drink a whole keg of beezeljuice in one go? Gets harder to balance the drunker you get, you know," Blitzø teased, snort-laughing. "But if you wanna talk shit let's do it - I'll hold your legs so you don't fuckin crack your face on the keg."

"Th-the whole thing?" Stolas squeaked, eyes going wide. "That seems a little excessive, don't you think?"

But Gluttony was the name of the game. And he did just talk a big talk about it looking easy. When in Rome, right? Stolas downs his drink, placing the empty glass on the table before flattening the frilled on his shirt.

"Alright, I accept. It can't be that hard."

Downing the rest of his own sangria, Blitzø dragged Stolas to the center of the chanting crowd - the previous chugger tapped out, laughing and belching and getting dragged off to sit on the couches by his buddies.

"Alright, fuckers, we got a KEG VIRGIN here! Wheel that shit OUT! We got any fuckin sober hands that can hold this tall bitch up?"

A few people cheer, some apparently knowing Blitzø, and another hound rolls out a fresh keg. People had been a little gossipy and awkward before, but with Blitzø dragging him in and having him do a keg stand of all things, this Goetia probably is cool, right?? "Wooo!! You can do it keg-virgin!" one of the party-goers cheered, triggering an infectious group howl from all the imps and hellhounds.

It was too late to be having second thoughts as he was led away from the refreshments table and straight into the center of the crowd. At Blitzø's ever so elegant introduction, it caused pink to flush his cheeks. It had been such a long time since he was a 'virgin' of anything, but it seemed it got the party goers excited.

Wheeling out the fresh keg, Stolas felt himself losing his nerve again. Standing beside it he realized just how large it was. But before he could say anything a rather tall imp and a hellhound came to Blitzø's call for help. They were sober... enough and they were all too eager to get their hands on the Goetia. A wink was all the warning Stolas was offered before he was hoisted up into the air. The taller imp helped the prince get into position before turning the tap to let the amber liquid flow. Ready or not, here it comes.

The chanting ignited again as Stolas began to drink. Unlike what he had before, the moment it hit his tongue it filled him with a warmth that seeped into the depths of his bones. It was like nothing he had tasted before. It was sticky sweet, making you want more. The voices of the crowd faded away into the background as he chugged. The brew almost made you forget just how much you've consumed. Almost.

Right around the half way point, the bird's arms began to quake as his brain started to get hazy by a comfortable fuzzy cloud. He was definitely feelin' the buzz hitting him like a ton of bricks. Before he knew what happened, the world turned right side up and a dull pain ran up his backside as he fell flat on his ass in front of the keg. For those watching, they had seen the owl's arms buckle under him as he tucked and rolled onto the floor. But the prince didn't seem to mind as he raised two fists into the air with an enthusiastic 'Whoo!' Sure, there was still juice in the tank but he did far better than he expected. The crowd laughed and cheered along with him for his valiant first attempt.

"Blitzy~" Stolas's head swayed, looking for his imp. Man, the world was spinning. "Did you see that? I-I did it!"

Blitzø had been amidst the chanting crowd, telling him to FUCK IT UP!! and SUCK IT LIKE YOU OWE RENT!!

The imp laughed boisterously - they'd all managed to keep Stolas from cracking his skull open and instead just flopping harmlessly, and best of all, he looked like he was having fun.

"You fuckin bet your feathered ass I did! Now you're rollin' with the party!" he barked, lifting up the owl as the crowd joined in surfing him along.

The owl was beaming brightly as Blitzø came strolling up from the crowd. It might have been the booze sloshing around in his gut, but Stolas couldn't help but get the warm fuzzies seeing his imp looking proud at him. Feeling as limp as a limp noodle Stolas flopped onto Blitzø’s shoulder looking deeply into his eyes with a goofy grin slapped on his face.

"I love you, Blitzy~" Stolas plants a kiss full on the lips right there in front of the whole party just before he was sky lifted away.

Where were they taking him? The prince's foggy thoughts didn't care as he let's out another 'Whoo' as he was carried away from Blitzø. Though some of those hands were getting a bit too curious, making the great owl hoot in surprise.

With THAT big smooch, Blitzø also gets hoisted up and crowdsurfed, completely used to getting groped and grabbed in the process and drunkenly laughing as he 'caught up' to Stolas, the both of them dumped on some couches and surrounded by cheerful, laughing partygoers.

Quickly wrapping his arms and tail around Stolas, no one seemed to find that particularly out of character for the imp - but they did get some hoots and whistles in encouragement.

In high spirits, the Goetia was dumped on to one of the many couches that lined the dance floor still giggling from the keg stand. This sure as hell beats the pants off all the stuffy parties he had been forced to attend combined.

It wasn't long after that he was joined by Blitzø as the patrons tossed the little imp next to him. You wouldn't hear any complaints from the prince as Blitzø wrapped himself around his waist and shoulders. Not for a second did he fear what the others might think about seeing them in such a vulnerable state. Something about the vibe here made Stolas feel comfortable being himself. The way Blitzø looked up at him, chin pressed against his plume made his heart do a backflip in his chest. What did they expect them to do now? Glancing briefly to see people entangled with one another, Stolas gathered ~~what his booze soaked brain thought was~~ what was most logical conclusion.

With the encouraging hoots from the onlookers, the goetia leans down to pick up where he had left off before he was interrupted, planting a sloppy wet kiss on the imp's lips.

If he were any drunker, he might have just stripped the owl right here - luckily he'd been having fun instead of trying to forget his woes, so instead just chased after the beezeljuice taste in Stolas' mouth and leaned into him. Fuck yeah, Stolas was getting the absolute sloppy from him, the roar of the party droning out as he dipped the bird to deepen the kiss.

⬢⬡⬢GLUTTONY RING⬢⬡⬢

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