divinetree | ⬡ Bee Posting ⬡

"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...

The bed was a little small, but she had the perfect fix - just widen it! With a little snap and gesture, the bed was spread out and perfect. She didn't think one second about flopping onto the bed, pulling Alastor with her into a cuddle.

"Soooft... sleep well, King Cake," she cooed.

"You, too, Sugah..." Alastor slurred out, not even registering that, hey, his bed was bigger and he shouldn't be sleeping with Bee.

Though come a few hours later, he woke up with the beginnings of a massive hangover with a Deadly Sin in his bed. If it weren't for the fact they were both still fully-dressed, he probably would've started panicking.

It didn't take him long to remember what happened, and he melted into shadow out of her grip, reappearing in the kitchen. Right now he'd love to fix himself his hangover cure, but he'd promised Bee a gumbo and he needed to get started on it. A good thing he could do it practically in his sleep.

Bee would awaken to the smells of simmering gumbo along with Alastor making a hearty helping of eggs cochon for the both of them.

His initial escape was easy enough - Bee had been snoring and drooling all over the pillows, dead to the world from being so well-fed last night - in every sense of the word.

But the world's best wake-up alarm drifted its heavenly scent her way, rousing her from slumber. Her limbs were stiff and sore, her mouth dry, and her head was swimming - another killer hangover, but one she was appreciating after having so many 'usual' hangovers of late. With a little magic and a swipe of her jelly tail, she instantly tidied up and her outfit changed into a comfortable blue frock. Upsie-daisy!

Summoning a tankard of water in her hand, she meandered to the kitchen, chugging it all down. Aaaah. Better. "Smells so fucking good in here, King Cake."

"I'll take that as quite the compliment, Sugar."

It felt odd to be so familiar with her, but...well, if he started calling her "Miss Bee" at this point, she might be offended.

"You're just in time for breakfast."

He served the eggs cochon, handing her a plate before pouring her a cup of coffee from the French press.

"Cream, Sugar?" There was a joking spark in his eye given his nickname for her.

The joke caught her off guard, and she laughed in delight - good to know he was still funny even with a hangover!

"Hahah! Oh my god. Yeah, I'll have some cream and sugar in my coffee. You're funny~"

Those eggs were next, of course - she jumbo-sized them so they'd give her a fierce head start on killing the hangover, eagerly chomping on one like it was a sandwich and relishing the messiness. Her honey-hair and tail both grew more vibrant, like the gel was waking up properly now, too.

Eggs with homemade biscuits, pulled pork, and hollandaise sauce. She was going to have a real treat biting into it. Spicy without being overwhelming.

Alastor chuckled as he flicked a finger to retrieve the sugar and cream, setting them nearby her. He took his own first bites of breakfast, feeling better already.

"Eggs cochon. A Nawlins staple for hangovers," Alastor told her. His grin widened as he nodded towards the large pot percolating on the back burner. "And that there is the gumbo though it won't be ready until tonight.

"I must say that this has been quite an interesting twelve hours for me. I'm looking forward to seeing what else you have in store."

"Cooking it the whole day? Perfect. I love a man that knows how to actually cook," Bee hummed in pleasure, using her thumb to wipe sauce off her chops and lick it clean - not a single drop wasted, she's gotta indulge in every bite.

"Already finished with business for the trip up here - got to visit Charlie, see how my niece is doing. Got to meet with Luci for a while. So I'm free the whole weekend and I'm just winging it. Maybe I'll find another party to crash somewhere, hmm... one where it sows a little chaos might be fun."

"Clearly you ain't neva known a man from Nawlins befoh," Alastor said, slipping into his Southern accent. Then his grin widened. "Where I'm from, cooking is an event in and of itself. Even without Mardi Gras, I think you'd find it to be your kind of town."

"I bet I would! I always love the little pockets of people that go extra hard on making the best food they can. Great stuff from all over the world! I had a big Diwali kick for a while, Indian food is also really intensely flavorful. Whichever angel came up with spices I gotta commend."

Chomp!

"Every decade, the food people cook changes - but the people that make it with passion never die."

"Poetic." He grinned. "Though my current state begs to differ on the 'never die' portion."

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