What's so wrong with one more drinking song?
Who: Drunk (servingfather), Drunker (youllsayit), and Woefully Sober (painhumbles)
When: October 29th, around the time of Elaine's masquerade.
Where: The street where you live... Or the street outside Skye Medical. I'm sure someone lives there.
Summary: Lucifer and Michael got drunk at the masquerade (THANK YOU, CHUCK). They seek out their little brother, who was sadly not in attendance. Chaos ensues.
Warnings: Let's just say everything but sex and partridges in pear trees. And especially not sex with partridges in pear trees. No one is that drunk.
Gabriel had sworn up and down out of solidarity for his own club's suffering in the wake of the incident and the fact that Jinx wasn't capable of going emotionally or physically, he'd stay as far away from the Lux as possible. Easy enough. He'd just make sure that Elaine was well aware that he called dibs on Christmas shenanigans at the Purgatory and she could have Halloween without fear of competition. And people said he'd never be a businessman.
Said businessman had retreated to the waiting room of Jinx's floor while the sorceress slept and was sprawled on the couch watching some channel's crappy horror movie marathon and eating candy out of the massive bowl Chuck had brought him in his attempts to slowly forcefeed him enough sugar to put a human into a coma. Nothing could possibly go wrong with this picture.
...Oh hey, are the lights flickering?
When: October 29th, around the time of Elaine's masquerade.
Where: The street where you live... Or the street outside Skye Medical. I'm sure someone lives there.
Summary: Lucifer and Michael got drunk at the masquerade (THANK YOU, CHUCK). They seek out their little brother, who was sadly not in attendance. Chaos ensues.
Warnings: Let's just say everything but sex and partridges in pear trees. And especially not sex with partridges in pear trees. No one is that drunk.
Gabriel had sworn up and down out of solidarity for his own club's suffering in the wake of the incident and the fact that Jinx wasn't capable of going emotionally or physically, he'd stay as far away from the Lux as possible. Easy enough. He'd just make sure that Elaine was well aware that he called dibs on Christmas shenanigans at the Purgatory and she could have Halloween without fear of competition. And people said he'd never be a businessman.
Said businessman had retreated to the waiting room of Jinx's floor while the sorceress slept and was sprawled on the couch watching some channel's crappy horror movie marathon and eating candy out of the massive bowl Chuck had brought him in his attempts to slowly forcefeed him enough sugar to put a human into a coma. Nothing could possibly go wrong with this picture.
...Oh hey, are the lights flickering?