divinetree | ⬡ Bee Posting ⬡

"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!"

"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!"

Edited 2024-05-16 00:43 (UTC)

"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!"

"Nawlins!" he told her cheerfully. "Born, raised, an' buried!"

He cackled at the last part as if it were the funniest joke.

"If 'tweren fer Pro'bishun, Ah'd be tellin' ya all 'bout Mahdi Grah!"

"Orleans! I love the vibe you all bring down here. And hooonestly... does a little prohibition really keep you from partying? Ever find a secret clique to let loose? Do you all still do covens in the woods?"

"Psh!" Alastor waved a hand. "Speakeasies still sellin' hooch! Mim -- " He paused for a hiccup, chasing it with a gulp of rye. "Mimzy useta run one up dere."

He took another swig.

"Don't know 'bout any covens. Neva got invited ta dem if dere were any."

"Oooh, Mimz, the cute little lady that said hi earlier! I thought I recognized a fellow crazy dancer!" Bee cooed in delight, taking the rye bottle only to take a swig herself before passing it back to Alastor. "I like this batch of Sinners, you all are a little shy but great dancers - except you, King Cake, you're bold! It's adorable."

Alastor straightened up at the praise, ears twitching merrily. "Ah do luv a good pahtay, Sugah!" He waggled the bottle at her. "An' ya sure know howta bring one! Figger Ah won't be missin' out on too much wheneva Pro'bishun finally gets gone up dere!"

His ear twitched in thought as he mentally reviewed her nickname for him.

"Ya said ya ain't eva been? Ya eva had king cake buhfo'?"

"Only one so far! Baker from back in 1755 or so made me one - I've been hearing people describe them when they come down here ever since, and sounds like the recipe and traditions keep changing. I'm so jealous I can't sneak up top to enjoy the parties as they happen!" Bee laughed lightly.

"Can you bake? Would you make me one~?"

"Bake and cook!" he said proudly. "Ah'll make ya a Creole feast! Betcha ain't eva had a po boy buhfoh! Reckon ya'll like 'em!"

"Eee! Awww YES! I wish the damn Geas wasn't there, I'd take you right home with me~ I love a man that can cook~" Bee giggled excitedly, squeezing Alastor in a hug while her legs kicked. Excitement!! "We'll be eating great and drinking the night away!"

"Ah'll get a propa gumbo stahted for it, too. Dat needs plenty a time ta cook low an' slow ta get da flava jess right. We kin make a day o' it."

Alastor leaned into the hug. Mimzy always said that he turned into a kitten once you put on some jazz and got a few fingers of rye in him. He'd certainly had more than a few fingers but the statement still held.

"This is going to be a great weekend vacay for me then! Do you have a place, or should I rent one out for us, King Cake?" she winked at him. She wasn't really hitting on him but honestly, if he was gonna actually cook for her? She'd absolutely dive in.

"Ah'm in dat radio stayshun on the south side," Alastor told her. "Made it nice and homey!"

Honestly, if she'd been hitting on him, he still wouldn't have realized it. Not even if he'd been sober.

"I wasn't gonna say nothin' in case it was sensitive, but I noticed your voice! Do you like doing that radio thing? I think it's really neat!" Bee snickered, poking Alastor's nose fondly before taking a swig and finishing off the rye. With a snap, she summoned a basket of soft pretzels for them to snack on as they chatted.

Ooh, salty!

"Wuz a radio host 'fore Ah got down heeya. Tho dis is mah natchral accent. Lotta people don't unnerstand it. Love tha radio. Kin even control it!"

"You're speaking perfectly clear to me, it's all in your party vibes!" she teased, munching on a pretzel. Was that literally true? Who knows!

"You humans are so clever, so creative! I love you guys. The radio's been the best thing to happen to music and parties in AGES."

"It's the bee's knees fo' sho!"

Then he started cackling at his unintended pun. Bee's knees! And she's Beelzebub! Ha! He's a comedic genius!

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