BACHELOR PARTY, BITCHES! (open)
It's like the perfect toy. Las Vegas, Sin Fucking City. Miles of nothing but vice, laid out in grids of temptation. Sins of pride, of greed, of gluttony waiting for the unwary. And Darkness deep and bloody, sins of the flesh at every turn, nubile bodies writhing for your dollars, beckoning you and your wallet near with crooked fingers. Come closer their eyes promise, their smiles leer. Come closer and taste, but don't touch, don't touch -- look but don't touch, unless we touch you first and you've got your ATM card on you, that is.
Not that they're in the market for more than just the view this evening. Because they're taken men, thank you very much. Not just taken, but taken.
Off the market.
Spoken for.
Betrothed.
Engaged.
Getting mother-fucking MARRIED.
But before the wedding -- before you see your true love's face as you join yourself to them, before the first official kiss as partners together sworn and bound of your own volition, before you and your newly minted spouse turn to your loved ones and present yourselves as a couple-bound -- before you celebrate the love that you've found, it's traditional to throw your bachelorhood a wake. To mourn for one night the passing of all those things that single men are supposed to indulge in, to join with your friends and partners in crime in giving that life a proper send-off.
And when you and a buddy are both getting hitched, well, it only makes sense to throw a joint bachelor party. In Las Vegas, where all good bachelor parties should be.
And when you're a Hellgod and your buddy's a motherfucking dragon -- well. Hopefully you'll just leave enough of the city for the next lot of sinners to enjoy it.
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A topless bar, dinner, and Thunder from Down Under. That had started the evening. Then a spot of high-stakes poker at the Venetian, using the Black AmEx of Azrael's that Hell's royal family kept for just such circumstances. Azrael was throwing money around like it was going out of style, but what of it? He was a Hellgod and this was his bachelor party -- anything they wanted, they would get. Except herpes. He didn't think Norrin would thank him for that one, and he had no intention of breaking the undergarment barrier without Saxie present.
They'd taken a little break to go and "freshen up" after the poker game. It was a rowdy bunch of hooligans indeed, with more of their friends expected to show as the evening progressed. The whole of the city was open to them, including a new casino that had opened suspiciously in time for this event. It was called Seven Circles, and it was rumored to offer anything your heart could desire inside its doors. If, that was, you were VIP enough to get in.
And Azrael just happened to have gotten them on the guest list for the grand opening party, that started at midnight . . . .
ooc: please feel free to tag in and tag each other, and run amok. Az says the best way to celebrate the fact that he's getting MOTHER-FUCKING MARRIED is to cause some mayhem. So go, cause some. :)
Not that they're in the market for more than just the view this evening. Because they're taken men, thank you very much. Not just taken, but taken.
Off the market.
Spoken for.
Betrothed.
Engaged.
Getting mother-fucking MARRIED.
But before the wedding -- before you see your true love's face as you join yourself to them, before the first official kiss as partners together sworn and bound of your own volition, before you and your newly minted spouse turn to your loved ones and present yourselves as a couple-bound -- before you celebrate the love that you've found, it's traditional to throw your bachelorhood a wake. To mourn for one night the passing of all those things that single men are supposed to indulge in, to join with your friends and partners in crime in giving that life a proper send-off.
And when you and a buddy are both getting hitched, well, it only makes sense to throw a joint bachelor party. In Las Vegas, where all good bachelor parties should be.
And when you're a Hellgod and your buddy's a motherfucking dragon -- well. Hopefully you'll just leave enough of the city for the next lot of sinners to enjoy it.
******
A topless bar, dinner, and Thunder from Down Under. That had started the evening. Then a spot of high-stakes poker at the Venetian, using the Black AmEx of Azrael's that Hell's royal family kept for just such circumstances. Azrael was throwing money around like it was going out of style, but what of it? He was a Hellgod and this was his bachelor party -- anything they wanted, they would get. Except herpes. He didn't think Norrin would thank him for that one, and he had no intention of breaking the undergarment barrier without Saxie present.
They'd taken a little break to go and "freshen up" after the poker game. It was a rowdy bunch of hooligans indeed, with more of their friends expected to show as the evening progressed. The whole of the city was open to them, including a new casino that had opened suspiciously in time for this event. It was called Seven Circles, and it was rumored to offer anything your heart could desire inside its doors. If, that was, you were VIP enough to get in.
And Azrael just happened to have gotten them on the guest list for the grand opening party, that started at midnight . . . .
ooc: please feel free to tag in and tag each other, and run amok. Az says the best way to celebrate the fact that he's getting MOTHER-FUCKING MARRIED is to cause some mayhem. So go, cause some. :)