divinetree | ⬡ Bee Posting ⬡

"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!"

"Hah! Don't sass me, silly," she teased back, holding tight onto him so she could fly up above the skyline and find the landmark - ah hah! With that, she conjured a portal, flying briefly through honey-flooded honeycomb and out the other side to the entrance. "Tada!"

"Yer magic's warm an' sweet. Like you, Sugah."

Most would take that as a flirt, but it was Alastor just saying how things were.

He snapped his fingers, and his "front door" opened. He wiggled out of her grasp, stumbling as his feet unsteadily hit the ground. However, he bowed and gestured for her to enter.

"Ladies firs."

The interior showed what had clearly been a lobby but it'd been changed significantly. After all, there was no way that fireplace had been built into the structure.

"Oooh, this is so cozy! I love it," Bee chirped happily, walking in and lighting the fireplace - just a slow, low burn that wouldn't need much attention. "Alrighty, let's crash and sleep off the party so we can do it again tomorrow!"

"Dere's a bed upstairs."

Alastor stumbled towards the staircase. It wouldn't be right to let a lady sleep on the floor or couch.

The long night was starting to catch up with him. Honestly, a nice comfy place to sleep sounded amazing.

Even though she was tired, too, she had enough pep in her step to zip behind him and pick him up by the waist again, buzzing them both to the top of the steps so he didn't fall. He wasn't her first rodeo with a completely plastered friend, after all!

"There we go! Lead the way, King Cake."

"Stick close, sha. Raidya stayshuns er designed ta be confusin'."

He led the way through winding halls until he reached one of the old recording studios he'd converted to his bedroom. He didn't even stop to consider conjuring up a guest room for her.

Sleepy...

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