"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.
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."
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."
"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."
"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!"
"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!"
"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.
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!"
"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.
"It's got a KICK! Woo!" Bee agreed, taking another swig and completely unafraid of sharing the bottle. "Let's get completely blitzed and dance till we can't anymore!"
"Laissez les bons temps rouler!" Alastor agreed as the tempo picked up.
Even when he was completely blitzed, he still had just enough coordination to keep dancing. He didn't dance well, but he was still going. And he hadn't vomited the rye back up like some people attempting to get in on the party had.
She'll keep him going for hours, if he can muster it! But eventually people look tired enough for a break and what better to do then but to summon tons of foods for everyone to snack on?
Alastor, of course, has been plucked from the crowd as her favorite of the night. Bee scoops him up and sits on one of the few cushy seats, plopping him right on her thigh like a prize. "You are SO fun!"
A sober Alastor would've been flustered at being placed on the Sin's lap. However, with enough hard liquor in him to pickle an elephant, everything was simply grand and he perched unsteadily on her thigh as she bid. Were she so inclined, she could've had his soul in her claws and a Deal chain around his neck without even a token fight.
"So're you, Sugah!" he slurred. He took another swig of their shared drink, unaware of quite a few sinners eyeballing him with jealousy...and Mimzy's eye twitching. "Ye're like what Mahdi Grah shoulda been all in one purdy package!"
"Aww, Mardi Graaaas! I'm bummed Earth's having that whole prohibition thing, I've been starving for honey," she laughed, one of her arms looped around his waist to keep him from falling over, especially since she was boisterous and wiggly, herself. "Also gosh your accent is so cute!! Tell me about where you're from! I haven't seen Earth, I wanna hear all the details!"
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"Call me Bee!"
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"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!"
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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."
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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!"
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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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"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.
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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."
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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!"
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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.
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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!"
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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!"
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"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!"
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There's still plenty left by the time he pulls her back up and she passes the rye to him. "You're up!"
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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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Even when he was completely blitzed, he still had just enough coordination to keep dancing. He didn't dance well, but he was still going. And he hadn't vomited the rye back up like some people attempting to get in on the party had.
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Alastor, of course, has been plucked from the crowd as her favorite of the night. Bee scoops him up and sits on one of the few cushy seats, plopping him right on her thigh like a prize. "You are SO fun!"
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"So're you, Sugah!" he slurred. He took another swig of their shared drink, unaware of quite a few sinners eyeballing him with jealousy...and Mimzy's eye twitching. "Ye're like what Mahdi Grah shoulda been all in one purdy package!"
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