divinetree | ⬡ Bee Posting ⬡

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 gentleman in me insists the lady drink first," Alastor said breezily as he momentarily dipped her. "Blame my upbringing."

"If you insist~" Bee leaned back into the tip, tilting the oversized bottle back and drinking from it directly. Not a drop spilled even in such an awkward pose - all thanks to many, many years of practice!

There's still plenty left by the time he pulls her back up and she passes the rye to him. "You're up!"

He barely heard the whispers about how some nobody would never drink after the Queen of Gluttony herself as he brought the bottle to his lips and started to drink. (What was going to happen? Any saliva left on the mouth of the bottle would burn through his flesh? It'd just regenerate in the end.)

He took several gulps before finally passing the bottle back to her. He could hold his liquor, but that didn't mean his head didn't get a bit spinny.

"Strong stuff, sha! But I'd expect nothing less!"

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