divinetree | ⬡ Bee Posting ⬡

Being the Queen Bee of Gluttony typically keeps a Sin busy... namely in harvesting and stockpiling power. You know, just in case. But what good is a party and revelry if you fall out of the loop with the times? These days, there's been a lot of trickle down culture that Bee is just in love with... swing, jazz, dance, glitz, glamour, cute little dresses!!

And where better to catch up on culture than in Pride, with the latest Sinners? After attending a meeting with the Morningstars, Bee immediately hones in on the tastiest vibe she can find - and waltzes right in.

Her new face is undoubtedly friendly and cute - it's always done better than the proboscis and mandibles. But she realizes immediately as she's walking to the bar that the Sinners here? They have no idea who she is. She fits right in - which is kind of hilarious.

"Woo! This looks like a good spot. Barkeep! Get out the punch bowl, let's make this a REAL jazzy time."

Even if this particular face of hers wasn't all that new, there was one person at the bar who wouldn't have recognized it.

Alastor sat at the far end of the bar, listening indulgently to Mimzy who was perched on a barstool, telling the harrowing tales of when she'd first arrived and set the place up. He glanced up at the chipper new face, giving her a small smile and a nod of greeting before looking back down at Mimzy.

Meanwhile, Bee would be getting her first of likely many drinks. The punch bowl would sadly be nixed unless she bought the whole bowl.

"C'mon, baby! Gimme the whole punch bowl - I'm paying for everyone tonight," Bee insisted, pulling out from her bra a FAT wad of cash, easily worth more than a single punch bowl. That's getting some eyes on her, of course, but it's also getting her the bowl of booze - and she politely turns down the cups.

"No thanks! ALRIGHT cool cats, it is TIME to get drunk, crank up that music, and go CRAZY! Woo!"

If the fat stack of cash didn't attract attention, the clear magic in turning the punch bowl into something the size of a swimming pool absolutely did.

Immediately there was a shift in attitude at the bar. The more hardcore alcoholics jumped right in, clothes and all. The bar was suddenly slammed with patrons who weren't exactly eager to jump into the "pool" but were more than happy to drink themselves stupid on someone else's dime.

"Oh my goodness!" Mimzy beamed. "Be right back, Al! Gotta schmooze for a bit!"

Mimzy hopped off her stool and pushed her way through the crowd to Bee.

"Ya Majesty!" She bowed to Bee. "Sorry I didn't recognize ya! I woulda made sure ta tell Merv here ta give ya whateva ya wanted!"

Who else but the Queen of Gluttony could make a punch bowl into a swimming pool?

Meanwhile Alastor eeled out of the way of some of the patrons getting too close for comfort. However, he looked curiously over at Bee and Mimzy. His sensitive ears laid flat against his skull to prevent all he noise from damaging them, the cacophony making whatever it was Mimzy and Bee were saying impossible for him to hear.

Bee would probably recognize the look of fresh meat. This man hadn't fallen too long ago and had no idea who she was.

She's so tiny and cute!! And she looks GREAT. Bee plucked a jumbo-sized cherry from the punch, taking a bite of it like it's an oversized apple. "You're SO cute, don't you worry, I like crashing parties. Now let's get everyone dancing! You can get the piano guy going, right?"

Careful not to squish anyone, Bee shoved the bowl with her foot - a feat that ought to be impossible - and slid it out of the way so there was plenty of space to dance.

Starting to zip around, Bee grabbed people by the hands where they were sitting off to the side - no wall-flowers! - and pulled them into the dance floor. And of course, Alastor was one of the people grabbed, too.

"Come on! Let's GLUT on a good time!"

"Of course! I'll get the tunes hoppin' right away!"

Pleased as punch, Mimzy made her way over to the pianist.

Soon enough, Alastor found himself pulled into the dance with this clearly-powerful stranger. However, he recovered quickly, expertly taking the lead.

"Quite an entrance, my dear!"

Woo!! She fell right into following his lead, delighting in practicing the new dance even more than she had been down below!

"Thank you!! I LOVE to make a splash and make it FUN! People get too stuffy and anxious if I come in title-first!"

"Title? Are you one of these 'overlords'?"

Funny, he hadn't noticed any bee foxes in the group when he'd started scoping them out. Perhaps her territory wasn't as large as the others'? Could explain why she was here if it was small enough for her to not need to manage it constantly.

"Hahah! No way, I'm not in Pride enough and I'd be WAY too busy!" Bee laughed, following Alastor's lead in the dance but starting to dance with more energy, more kicks, giggling between words.

"Call me Bee!"

Seeing that she was picking up the steps, Alastor increased their speed and difficulty. He was having fun.

"Alastor! Pleasure to meet you, sweetheart! Quite a pleasure!"

Hmm...not in Pride enough to be an overlord...

"Is there something like the Ars Goetia in Gluttony? I mean, you're obviously a hellhound which are from there." He spun her out and pulled her back in. "I'm afraid I'm still pretty green as to what's going on down here!"

"Oooh, good guess! We have a few Goetia holed up down there, but they'd never admit it!" Bee laughed in amusement. "They haaate associating with my poor pups. Can't stand a good party or REAL food, they're too busy trying to one-up each other with tiny little gold-leafed hors d'oeuvres!"

Meanwhile, Bee was having a blast with the kicked up pace, this was WAY more her speed and she already was liking how well she and this Sinner were meshing.

"Barely a DROP of honey for ol' Bee like that! No way, eat and drink your fill! You might have recognized my old face - I recently underwent a little metamorphosis."

Her poor pups? Metamorphosis?

Out of the corner of his eye, he could see sinners and Hellborn alike gawking at him dancing with Miss Bee. He was nobody important to them which meant that Miss Bee had to be someone rather high-ranking.

Bee. Gluttony.

Oh.

He beamed through his mental reeling. "Old? Darling, you look like our dance is my attempt at robbing the cradle!"

"Thanks! I just whipped this one up in the past few decades - a little tweak here or there, y'know, just to fit in the cute modern fashion better! I am in LOVE with the swing and the flapper girls so much - makes a shindig really hop!"

Bee giggles, taking Alastor by the hips and giving him a playful toss-and-catch to the tempo of the dance. He seemed like he would be cool with it!

"It's definitely WAY easier to crash parties in a good way without the proboscis and mandible combo."

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Given what they were dancing, Alastor simply went with her touching him. Dancing was different than casual unexpected touch, after all.

"Correct me if I'm wrong, but I'd think your sense of taste would be much improved by having an actual tongue so you could properly indulge."

He knew how flies ate, and it was a fact he didn't like thinking about for longer than a few seconds at any given time.

"You'd be surprised! My sense of taste has always been beyond comprehension," Bee snickered a little boastfully. She liked his dancing moxie, he didn't have any anxiety about getting wild with it. "But now I can eat and guzzle booze with my people! And that is so much more fun."

"I dance corrected!" Alastor quipped as he dipped and then righted her again. "I'm glad you're able to indulge more fully then!"

"Right!! And I love that you're dancing with me like it doesn't matter. That's fun! That's the point!"

"Well, why would I pass up such an intriguing dancing partner, Deadly Sin or not?" Alastor flattered though there was more than enough sincerity to prove he wasn't just buttering her up. Maybe more like teasing her. "At least this way I've been forewarned not to get into a drinking contest with you. I drink like a sailor but I doubt I'd last five rounds against you!"

"Where's the fun in that? I think it's a hoot when someone takes me on, it's great flavor for a party!"

Her turn to toss and catch him, her turn to swing them around and then lean Alastor over into a dip.

"Eating contests are fun too! I can tell I'm one of your Patron Sins~" she practically purred in amusement. "You fed me good up top."

"I've never vomited up my giggle water, but I don't imagine me passing out on the floor would make for a fun evening. If nothing else, I make a better dance partner!"

He didn't protest her taking the lead, grinning up at her as she dipped him.

"Happy to oblige! They were all delicious with the right spices!"

"That's the spirit! Sad to lose that energy from the mortal world, but I'll bask in the honey you're making tonight."

"Afraid sweets were never really something I enjoyed! Perhaps down here my tastes will change!"

If nothing else, he was reveling in the energy of the place. Was that Bee's doing? If so, it was a shame she hadn't had much involvement in Mardi Gras when he'd been alive.

Stupid Prohibition.

"Sugar's addictive, but so are lots of tasty treats. I'll figure out what you crave, give you all your heart desires~"

She winks, knowing full well how clearly devious and sinful she sounded. It was part of the gig, after all.

"Eat and dance and drink - glut on it all!"

"I'm a simple man: some good music, an excellent dance partner, and a few fingers of rye are all I need for a good time!"

He spun her out and pulled her back in.

"And right now I've got two of the three! I thought this was supposed to be Hell!"

A little rye, eh? Bee giggled and waggled her free fingers - a bottle from the bartender's shelf became engulfed in magic and floated into her grasp. The fat wad of cash would more than cover it - not that anyone dare defy the Queen of Gluttony.

"How about more than a couple of fingers?" she laughed, letting go to snap and 'pull' the bottle in a single gesture, enlarging it and popping the cork. "You first!"

The Bee's Knees!

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