divinetree | ⬡ Bee Posting ⬡

"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."

"Thank you~! I do my best!" Bee laughed, back to bubbly as she chomped on pretzel. "What kind of music do you like? Jazz is quickly becomin' one of my favorites, but I am a big sucker for all music."

"Love jazz. Grew up on ragtime and a little bit of classical music, but jazz is mah fav'rite. Nothin' quite like the beat. Perfect fa dancin' like we did earlier!"

He munched on his pretzel.

"Little bit o' blues, too, but Ah like da pep of jazz more. Jess feels good ta get out on da dance floor an' let it all out, ya know?"

"You are SO right. Did you know I get the same energy from you all when you dance like that as I do when you eat something you love? It's WAY more rare to get it from a party guy, but oh, it's SO sweet. You've been so delicious all night, King Cake~"

"S'pose it makes sense. Glutt'nee ain't jess 'bout food. 'S 'bout indulgences. An' Ah do loveta indulge in a good dance."

He finished off his pretzel and got to his feet, wobbling a little but he held out his hand.

"Ready fa round two, sha?"

"That's the spirit!" Bee agreed, taking his hand but getting up with a buzz of her wings - she definitely would be holding onto him to keep him from faceplanting. More dancing! More singing!

"Hit that jazzy beat, piano man!"

A good thing, too. However, he still managed to maintain his feet and ability to dance long after everyone else had trickled out or passed out. Eventually, Alastor made his way over to the piano to keep the tunes coming as the pianist finally tapped out.

He crooned away even if his pronunciation was a bit slurred, but he was doing something he loved. That was the important thing. He was indulging just like the Queen Bee herself would want.

Bee was having the time of her life, laying on top of the piano to belt out singing improvised lyrics to keep up the spirit, even if she got hoarse doing it. It was WORTH it.

The night went on and on - the bar eventually had to close because no one else was going to be able to stay awake and manage it. Bee was breathlessly giggly, scooping up Alastor - he'd promised he had a place to stay, so he was getting plucked!

"Hey, hey King Cake - where's your tower, baby? Time to pass out and feast all day tomorrow!"

"Raidya towah on da south side. Caint miss it." He giggled as he held onto her. "Made da scaffold look likea deer!"

He laughed at his own playful signature before snickering once a thought swam from one intoxicated neuron to the next.

"An' pretty sho iz alreddy tamarrah!"

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