divinetree | ⬡ Bee Posting ⬡

"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!

The joke had her cackling just as much, utterly charmed by him. "Oh my gosh, you are SO funny. Can I keep you? You're my new favorite!"

"Ya sho ya want to? Ah kin be real hardta handle sometimes!"

His grin widened.

He liked Bee. She was fun and not as stuffy as the Ars Goetia. Were all the Sins like this?

"It's more fun if you're wild! But they don't call me a beast tamer for nothing~" Bee teased right back. Sinners were usually sloppy drunks, not very coherent, or they were very paranoid and aggressive. This one was friendly as anything, and melted in her grasp like butter - and if he could cook, sing and dance? She's got a winner, here, as far as she's concerned!

Alastor snapped his fingers. "Da circus! Dat's what y'all remind me of! It's been itchin' at mah brain since Ah got heeya!"

"You caught on! All of Hell's a circus, baby, and Lucifer is our Ring Leader. Though it won't be long before it's Charlie in his seat! The Princess is a gem, you all treat my niece kindly, you hear?"

"Sho' ting! No reason ta mistreat a lady!"

Who'd want to besides the scum of the Earth?

...Which was basically everyone down here. Yeeeeeeaaaaah.

"Exactly! And if you ask me, any of you all that would... well, you'd make a pretty tasty snack, huh?" she taunted, pointing at her eyes then at various people in the crowd. You know, just to send a message.

"Don't you think so, King Cake?"

"Wit da right spices and prep'ration." He smirked in the direction of the nervous sinners around them. "Tho Ah do seem ta like more raw meat now'days. Still, Ah know a few tricks ta have even da toughest meat fall offa da bone."

"Hey, I can never argue with a good tartare, y'know?" Bee chuckled darkly - she relished being feared and she was very glad her cute new form could still strike terror.

"Yeah, you're the perfect party friend - you're definitely my new favorite."

"Ah'm honahed, sha," he said. "Yer quite a lady."

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