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[molotovmartinis]

WHO: New Year's Eve Demonic/Celestial Trollothon 2010 (tag in!)
WHAT: a hellish dinner party ( menu, for the lulz DON'T LAUGH AT ME I had fun looking all that shit up)
WHERE: the Counterweight building (the import center)
WHEN: backdated to New Year's Eve, 6:30 PM and onwards
WARNINGS: oh my god so much alcohol
SUMMARY: For the record, Balthazar

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DINNER COURSES: SOUP, SORBET, MAIN, DESSERT

[molotovmartinis]

The long table that had been visible in the network post was in the next room, set all prim and formal with prettily patterned plates, twisty glasses, multiple utensils, and an overall air of austerity. It was looked upon by the wide dark painting, saints and common people clutching various body parts as they fell off/fell out/dangled uselessly.

TROLLTHREAD: I WELCOME ALL THE THREADJACKS

[abrotherlikeyou]

Lucifer sat down delicately at one head of the table, looking at Balthazar expectantly to sit at her right hand. It didn't matter that the demon hadn't directed her to a place setting; she assumed the seat of honor was hers.

Of course, with the amount of alcohol (and somewhat intoxicating foreign demon blood) in her veins, there was no question that her plans for the meal were less than professional. The instant Constantine put food to his lips, he'd find it full of habaneros, guests would be tasting salt in their tea instead of sugar, and that sort of thing. Given the paranoia induced by her damn chip, she was confining herself to small methods of needling people, purely to see how long it took for someone to attempt murder. And hey, if it was her? All the merrier. She'd be damned (or whatever) if she let Gabriel's trolling incite the first blow.

Hey, you never outgrow sibling rivalry, okay?

[gotursoul]

Crowley suddenly appears behind Lucifer's chair, leaning up against it with a raised eyebrow as he looked down the table at all the demons and angels and other entities all sharing a meal together. The idea was ludicrous, and the actual sight of them all sitting and being civil was enough to make him smirk with amusement.

"Isn't this a jolly old tea party?"

[abrotherlikeyou]

"Crowley!" Lucifer said jovially, the chair at her left hand sliding out of its own accord. "Sit."

It wasn't a tone that brooked argument, and when the devil uses a Tone, you can bet it's backed up. She smiled at him widely, gesturing to the seat next to her as if they were old friends, remaining seated the whole time like she was the Queen of Sheba herself.

[gotursoul]

Crowley eyed her with a little suspicion, but sits down on the chair without much of a thought. She couldn't do anything to him, not unless she wanted to die herself, so he wasn't about to start running for his life. In fact that was the reason he showed up in the first place. Lucifer was sworn to protect him. Not that he needed it.

He smirked back at her, raising an eyebrow. "Is it me, or is the Devil drunk?"

[abrotherlikeyou]

"It's just you," she assured him, feeling very confident in her words. "Drunk would be an entirely inaccurate descriptor of my state this evening."

Lucifer swirled her glass of wine gently, taking a sip and savoring the lingering flavor of Balthazar's blood mixed in there. Above them, the light over the table was flickering on and off, showers of sparks exploding from it dangerously from the overload of power concentrated into one room. "Barely inebriated at all, in fact."

Her week was full of new experiences.

[gotursoul]

His raised eyebrow did not recede, ignoring the sparks that were flying off of the light. Crowley leaned forward on the table so he could pull out a small hip flask which he'd filled with his rationed supply of Craig he'd gotten for 'Christmas', and poured it's contents into the empty glass in front of him.

"Barely?" Crowley smirked, swirling the drink in his glass and taking a sip. "That's no fun at all."

[abrotherlikeyou]

"Barely," Lucifer said firmly, very obviously lying. She was very tipsy, though not full-blown drunk. In her mind there was a distinct difference between light tipsiness (not that hers could be called "light") and being properly drunk.

She headtilted at his glass and, in a moment, there was a goodly bottle of Craig sitting on the table in front of him. There was a certain good sense in paying one's employees and business partners well, after all.

"Who ever said I was any fun?"

[gotursoul]

Crowley could tell she was lying, and his eyes fixed on what she had in her drink--definitely not red wine. Of course she'd try other demons for blood, and he was sure that their delightful host was some part demon. Not the demons he was familiar with, but there was something there. Albeit vague. He wasn't sure if this meant he had to be careful around her again (when was he ever not?) because if anyone could break a demon deal, it was the Devil.

Crowley paused for a second, and then brought the bottle closer to him to inspect the year on it.

"Oh please. I heard about the God party you literally crashed. If that's not your idea of fun, I don't know what is."

[abrotherlikeyou]

Lucifer laughed out loud at that, thoroughly pleased with herself for her wanton rampage of Judeo-Christian destruction through a swathe of depowered heathens (and Ganesha, who she didn't think for a minute had stayed dead for longer than it took to glue his body back together).

"Okay, that was fun. You might have a point."

She couldn't entirely stop herself from glancing at Crowley from time to time even as she was drinking; Lucifer was rapidly coming to see him as nothing more than a blood bag on legs, and Balthazar's blood was good but it made her fingers tingle strangely, her head spin just that little, and a little sweep of nausea come over her.

[gotursoul]

Crowley had noticed her eying him up from time to time, but said nothing about it, simply ignoring her and acting like she wasn't a threat to him. The year on the bottle passed his expectations, and Crowley finished off what he had in his glass and opened it, giving it a sniff just in case.

"Of course I do. That's the problem with you angels," he said, pouring himself a rather large glass. "You don't know how to have fun. Or at least when you're supposed to be having it."

[abrotherlikeyou]

"Or we have a different idea than you do," Lucifer pointed out.

She gave another valiant attempt at eating whatever the hell was in front of her, if only for the style points involved in playing one's part to the tee, but there was nothing even remotely appealing in the stuff. Her fork hit the plate with a small clink and she fixed Crowley with a lewd little smile. "So, sweetie, do I have to ask or will you just pony up?"

[gotursoul]

Crowley was ignoring the look she was giving him for the most part, and smirked down at his drink. "What, the house wine not suited to your tastes?" he asked, glancing up at her and raising an eyebrow in the direction of the wine glass. He knew the answer to that, but relished in the fact he still had leverage.

"And must we resort to acts of animistic violence at the dinner table?"

[abrotherlikeyou]

"Who said anything about it being either?" Lucifer smirked, materializing a small, thin-bladed knife from nowhere. She then proceeded to knock back her wine glass, draining it empty.

"I'm simply talking about refilling my wine glass one or five times. Come on. Have a little holiday spirit."

[gotursoul]

He shook his head, smiling at her. "Again, animalistic violence at the dinner table is bad manners, Lucifer." This wasn't a rejection totally, but Crowley would preferred if they could be more discreet about the hacking and slashing. After all, this was a brand new suit, and he wouldn't want to get it stained, and nor would he like to have a proverbial straw stuck in his neck and his juices drained dry. He wasn't monster food like mortals were.

[themadgod]

Dinner found Sheogorath with a gaudy goblet of His own making with a slightly iridescent green concoction of His own. Nothing quite compared to feldew.

There weren't many dishes here that were to His liking, but He did try them. Sheogorath was always willing to try new things. And if He was staring a bit too long at Lucifer, one could hardly blame Him could they?