"It might be sooner than you think!" Alastor said. "Earlier this year, the 21st Amendment was drafted to repeal Prohibition. Just waiting for the last few states needed to ratify it."
"Aww, too bad you missed it! That's okay - I'll just have to make sure you party hard enough down here to make up for it," Bee snickered, a little mischievously. "Maybe I'll luck out and a party-goer will summon me. It's been a couple centuries, though, I shouldn't get my hopes up."
"Honestly? I predict not much will change save people drinking openly. It wasn't like we ever stopped," he pointed out. "But it wouldn't surprise me if at least one group threw a party."
"There's something special about whole towns drinking and eating their weight in food and booze, partying in the streets together for the whole night, causing chaos! Openly and delightfully sinful!!"
"Plenty," Alastor told her, "but for the most part I can make it myself down here. Just a matter of finding Hellish equivalent ingredients though I think I'm managing all right!"
Trial and error was part of the fun of cooking. Besides, these timeless recipes had had to be created through similar means at some point!
"Though I appreciate the offer, my dear! I can tell you a few of the best speakeasies that were running before my untimely demise. Though knowing good old Nawlins, the party is likely to be in the street from here on out!"
"If that's an invitation, sugar, I'd be happy to accept! I had a grand time last night with you!"
Out of context, that probably would've sounded odd. Certainly would've raised a few eyebrows. However, it was completely true: Alastor had had a blast drinking and dancing with the Queen of Gluttony.
"Fuck yeah! I need a dedicated dance partner up here in Pride. You're the only one that can keep up with me these days! And the stronger you get the crazier our partying can get, SO worth it with how rarely I can get out of Gluttony~"
"A shame that I can't go down to Gluttony every so often. Everything I've heard thus far has sinners limited to the Pride Ring...unless you have some sort of secret to getting around that limitation I can bribe out of you.
"On a completely unrelated note, how about I get those biscuits out of the oven?"
"Ugh! I wish. Last time I tried to sneak off with a Sinner not only did the Geas stop me, Lucifer came in and chewed me out big time. It was NOT copacetic," Bee groaned dramatically, though she couldn't be too mad with biscuits on the way in just a moment!
Alastor got up from the table to retrieve the fluffy and warm buttermilk biscuits. One thing he always enjoyed about cooking: It always made his home smell amazing.
"So no hope there. Rats. I've heard rumors about your parties in Gluttony. They sound like the bee's knees!"
His grin widened. Yes, that pun was absolutely intentional.
"You better believe it!" Bee laughed - it's become her new favorite turn-of-phrase, and you better believe she's gonna make a cocktail called that.
"I'll have to host one up here sometime. Lily gets a little grouchy, says 'I'm trying to raise Charlie here', but they're fiiiiine, what's one wild party on the other side of the Pentagram gonna do?"
"Also an odd thing to complain about in the middle of Hell," Alastor said with some amusement. "But I suppose life goes on one way or another down here. Though if you do plan to throw a party, I'll be first in line to join as a guest!"
Not that he wasn't planning his own little party of sorts.
"I look forward to taking advantage of that saved slot on your dance card!"
Alastor wouldn't rush her out the door. There were still plenty of biscuits to enjoy. Plus she was quite pleasant to talk to. In a way, he was glad he hadn't realized who she was at the beginning. She probably got tired of people bowing and scraping to her.
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Really, Bee could be the patron Sin of New Orleans. Ironic given St. Peter was its patron loa.
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He wiped an invisible tear from his eye.
"If you make it up there during Mardi Gras, make sure to eat and drink some in my memory!"
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A little laugh at that!
"Anything you're missing from there food-wise, though? I can hook you up anytime."
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Trial and error was part of the fun of cooking. Besides, these timeless recipes had had to be created through similar means at some point!
"Though I appreciate the offer, my dear! I can tell you a few of the best speakeasies that were running before my untimely demise. Though knowing good old Nawlins, the party is likely to be in the street from here on out!"
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Bee kicks back a bit, taking a nice long sip of the coffee and relishing in it.
"Mm, if you party with me again I'll hook you up with the best beans in the seven rings. This is good stuff for what a Sinner can get."
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Out of context, that probably would've sounded odd. Certainly would've raised a few eyebrows. However, it was completely true: Alastor had had a blast drinking and dancing with the Queen of Gluttony.
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"On a completely unrelated note, how about I get those biscuits out of the oven?"
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"So no hope there. Rats. I've heard rumors about your parties in Gluttony. They sound like the bee's knees!"
His grin widened. Yes, that pun was absolutely intentional.
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"I'll have to host one up here sometime. Lily gets a little grouchy, says 'I'm trying to raise Charlie here', but they're fiiiiine, what's one wild party on the other side of the Pentagram gonna do?"
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Not that he wasn't planning his own little party of sorts.
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Alastor wouldn't rush her out the door. There were still plenty of biscuits to enjoy. Plus she was quite pleasant to talk to. In a way, he was glad he hadn't realized who she was at the beginning. She probably got tired of people bowing and scraping to her.