Should auld acquaintance be forgot... [Mirror 1]

[angel_dylan]

If you had been upstairs in the compound at six in the evening of December 31, you might have thought your eyes were playing tricks on you, or that you'd once again been whisked off to some strange, new place. Within the blink of an eye, the rooms had changed, sparkling instantly with festive decorations, and it was all so instantaneous that it

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[angel_ensouled]

The party, Angel decided, was fortuitous. Because when his and Death's sharing of a bottle of wine was interrupted by the return of his roommates, he'd actually been a bit disappointed. After all, Death was right, he should start with the basics, trying to enjoy being human again. Alcohol and, uh, sex. Not that he thought she'd been volunteering to help with the second part... had she?

Plus after his conversation with Cordelia he thought he deserved to get well and plastered.

Whiskey. He was soon well on his way to drunkenness, which was half of the battle anyway.

[surgeonofmean]

Fifth Bloody Mary down and out for the COUNT. The room was SO starting to do that spinny thing, and Cordelia wobbled a bit on her high heels before forcing herself, using her WAY SUPERIOR WILL POWER, to stand upright and all balanced and stuff. Grabbing a six off a nearby table, she held it in one hand and nibbled on the celery stalk with the other, scanning the room.

And then she saw Angel. Angel who was all alone and broody and sadfaced. Or maybe that was shitfaced. She couldn't tell from where she was at because SPINNY, so she made her way over.

Holding out her drink, she said, "Blood--?" And then she grinned a little. "-y Mary? s'all I could manage to get."

[angel_ensouled]

Angel coughed. "I - oh! No, thanks, Cordy, I've got whiskey."

He smiled stupidly.

Yeah, he was shitfaced.

[surgeonofmean]

"Whsk-- WHISKEY. Isn't that Doyle's drink? Jussalittle?" Cordelia's face scrunched up and she held out her glass. Never mind that it was still pretty full. And wasn't whiskey. "Can I have some?"

[canaan_divided]

Mamet's nearly becoming one with the wall with how close he's standing against it. There's so much booze here he could fill a bathtub with it all. There's beer, vodka, tequila, gin, whiskey, scotch, wine, champagne, rum, brandy, cocktails and martinis.

He should take advantage of this, right? It's not every day the compound explodes with alcohol...right? One night with some drinking can't hurt... Except. He said he would stop after last time. It's supposed to be his choice and he wants to make the right choice.

Mamet slinks off to a corner and there's this table, kind of a banged up looking table like something from the sort of party he's used to, and on it is a keg, and coke. There's fucking baggie of cocaine just sitting there like someone forgot to take it with them.

"Oh, fuck this," Mamet whispers. He glances around before shoving the bag into his jacket pocket because he isn't that strong, and escapes the room.

[dale_cooper_fbi]

Dale catches Mamet in the hallway and gives him an enthusiastic one-armed hug, though still completely sober. "Happy new year," he says in his ear and gives him a wide smile. "Are you having a good time?"

[canaan_divided]

Mamet shivers a little and leans against Dale, trying to calm his rapidly beating heart. "I found coke," he quietly blurts out.

[dale_cooper_fbi]

Well, Dale supposes that given everything else that has suddenly appeared in the compound he can't be surprised by that.

"Did you take any?" he asks him.

[theangelfell]

Oh, Heaven.

Wine. Good, proper, aged, beautiful, delicious wine.

Aziraphale was practically making love to a glass of it in the corner of the room, without much regard for the rest of the festivities. And enjoying himself so much that one glass became two...

And three...

[flash_demon]

Crowley had already downed two glasses of, if it wasn't Chateau Lafite it was damn close.

"This is what was needed," he said. "Decent wine and a dear friend."

[theangelfell]

Azirphale smiled.

"I love you, Crowley," he said. "And dolphins. I love them, too."

[flash_demon]

"And I you, angel. Brains, you know. Biggest brains in the ocean. Warm blooded, too."

[madcowcrane]

Denny could be seen walking around the party, puffing on a cigar, and muttering, "Denny Crane!" to anyone who might pass within earshot.

[oh_muh_darlin]

"Clementine Kruczynski!" Clementine yelled back, already well past drunk. If they were yelling out names, she wasn't about to miss out on it.

[madcowcrane]

"DENNY CRANE!"

[oh_muh_darlin]

"CLEMENTINE KRUCZYNSKI!"

[agatho_helo]

Helo couldn't remember the last time he'd been to an honest-to-Gods party but that was neither here nor there. The rec room was positively crawling with people. Karaoke pumped through the room, decorations were overhead, and the alcohol flowed like water, it seemed. He and Sharon had came together, of course, with Hera safely ensconced in the arms of her sitter, though Helo knew he'd be getting an earful from said sitter about frakking babysitting on New Years Eve later on. Not that he much cared at the moment.

Helo could've had an up close and personal chat with that motherfrakker Baltar right then and there and not given a frak; he had Ambrosia, and a whole lot of it. He'd found three bottles on the edge of a makeshift bar and he'd claimed them in the name of...something.

Sloshing a good amount in a tumbler, he plopped down on a nearby couch and knocked it down the hatch.

"Gods, have I missed you," he informed the bottles, a wide grin on his face.

[frakkup]

"I hate you," Kara informed him from over his shoulder. It was fortunate that he couldn't look her dead in the face from his angle, the intensity of her ire might have incinerated him on the spot. "So much. So much, I can't believe there's frakking ambrosia and I can't drink it!"

[agatho_helo]

Taking a healthy pull off the glass, Helo made a show of smacking his lips. Leaning in closer to Kara, he said, "AHHHH" and gave her a wink. "Aw, c'mon, Kara. You can't hate me. We go way back, remember?" Hugging one of the bottles to his chest, he added, "If you're a good little Starbuck, maybe I'll save one for you. For later."

[frakkup]

Kara leaned in close like she was about to kiss him, though in actuality she was testing the absorption of alcohol via breath on skin. "For what, six months later?" she glared, hugging Hera to her since she didn't have a bottle.