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I'm not as think as you drunk I am - Dantalion - 08-08-2024
It's laaaaate.
Don't ask Danta how late. He doesn't know. Here's a list of things he does know, though:
- The Hanged Man has a lot of tables and all of them are good for playing leapfrog and/or dancing on.
- It's highly amusing to watch Flora kick a bunch of seasoned alcoholics out of her bar so they can host a three-person-party.
- Where is the music? Where is the music?
- Shots!
That last one has been recently added to the list, mainly on the basis that he's just filled some glasses with liquor (he doesn't know what kind, but it's clear and smells like liquorice), and he sets them down on the most recent table of their choosing and promptly knocks his own back.
[say]"So anyways,"[/say] he slurs to Flora, having no idea where Astaroth is but figuring he must be nearby given how tall he is and how impossible he'll find it to leave the bar with its regular-people-sized doorframes, [say]"thanks to the cow costume guy, now there's servers dressed like milkmaids in the Dusklight, and a cowbell. You gotta come see it, it's the best fuckin' thing."[/say]
RE: I'm not as think as you drunk I am - Flora - 08-08-2024
[say]"Ssssssssssstop!"[/say] Swatting at Danta's hands, Flora does her best to nudge him out of the way with her hip and rescue the bottle of sambuca that he's poured over the counter as much as into the shot glasses. It isn't that she minds the waste, it's that she hates the taste. [say]"Come're sweet teeth and try this."[/say] She purrs to Asta—wait, where was Asta? The shot she'd made for him would taste like black cherry and chocolate; through trial and error earlier that evening she'd discovered that the butcher had quite the sweet tooth, hence the shots she was mixing for him and his new affectionate nickname.
Blinking hard to bring the Maverick back into focus from where he'd started swimming around, Flora finds herself laughing so hard that her stomach begins to hurt. [say]"Wait, so the cow is the one who gets to use the cowbell?"[/say] Cackling at that, she mistakenly grabs one of the sambuca shots, and, after downing it, hisses a string of curses into the back of her hands.
RE: I'm not as think as you drunk I am - Astaroth - 08-08-2024
That’s the golden question, where is Astaroth?
Well, you see, he’s found the music and he’s put it on, an upbeat tempo that has distracted him for long enough that only when Flora’s voice — pitched above the rest of the vibrating music, does the butcher focus back toward the bar where Danta and Flora have settled.
Only to arrive right at the worst time, with the groan that slips from his throat and the quiet, deeper accented admission (he’s had a lot already, but who is he to say no?) “[say]The cowbell still haunts me.[/say]” Reaching out to take the sweet mixture that Flora had put together, the butcher savors it despite it being a shot, humming his appreciation and flashing a sharp yet bright smile to the Doubletake. “[say]This is divine.[/say]” He practically purrs, before he moves to sit at the bar, tail waving with content like his fyrhund shift behind him. “[say]Oh! Wasn’t there that one time you were…[/say]” trying to think, he snaps his fingers. “[say]A cowboy? Because of all that?[/say]” The words fall strangely from his tongue, but his dark gaze is playful as he pins Danta with a look, pointedly ignoring the fact that the rest of that particular day had been dramatic.
RE: I'm not as think as you drunk I am - Dantalion - 08-08-2024
Sweet teeth? Danta mouths to himself, much in the same way as Flora had uttered Norman not a few hours prior, but he's too busy being unceremoniously nudged out of the way by the Doubletake - and examining the empty shot glass as if wondering where it has all gone - to question it further. [say]"I... y...es,"[/say] he decides pointedly as Flora questions the cowbell ettiquette, nodding to her just as the man of the hour comes swanning out from fuck knows where.
[say]"You're divine,"[/say] he claps back as if it's an insult, scoffing as Flora mistakenly takes the sambuca shot before holding out his glass expectantly for another. [say]"Fuck, that's right - I was!"[/say] He grins at the reminder, lamenting the lack of rides he'd obtained that day, but he supposes it was all for the best. [say]"But yeah, you need to come and check it out. I'll give you the cowbell if you do, you don't even have to dress the part,"[/say] he promises Flora.
RE: I'm not as think as you drunk I am - Flora - 08-08-2024
[say]"There he is!"[/say] Flora calls out as Asta swaggers into view, almost at precisely the same moment that Danta did. Almost like they both thought Asta was their boyfriend, such that it's with a bit of a frown that the queen mentally shrugs off Danta's comment. It wasn't flirting, it was just, you know, being funny, or whatever.
Winking at the butcher as he accepts the drink, Flora places her chin in her hand and crinkles her nose affectionately across the bar at Asta. Even as Danta speaks the queen doesn't pull her stare from the butcher immediately, not until he's saying something about outfits, and suddenly she's able blink away from the honey-dark hold of Asta's eyes. [say]"As if I wouldn't dress the part."[/say] She scoffs lifting her chin. [say]"But I want to be a cowgirl. With a lasso."[/say] Flora clarifies, grinning. [say]"With two cowbells."[/say]
Sliding the bottle of sambuca back down to Danta, Flora mixes herself a drink—it's gin, honeycomb, and lavender—before pushing it toward Asta and fluttering her eyelashes at him (it has the room reeling, but it's worth it. Probably) as she reaches for one of his hands, his index finger specifically. Pressing it against the rim, she glances at him with a crooked smile. [say]"Fire."[/say] She purrs, hoping for him to flambe the sugar she'd sprinkled on top.
RE: I'm not as think as you drunk I am - Astaroth - 08-08-2024
“[say]Thank you for noticing.[/say]” Astaroth taunts back to Danta as if he was waiting for him to fall into that trap, despite being drunk enough he was not at all planning the lead up. Turning his attention to the shot instead and the lure of Flora’s gaze, the butcher savors the shot in front of him, chuckling to hear Danta’s additions.
Instead of an affectionate wrinkle of his nose, the butcher seems not at all into the idea of dressing up like milkmaids or cowboys or cows, let alone a cowbell. “[say]Can there… maybe not be any cowbells?[/say]” He asks, dropping his gaze now that Flora’s is on Danta’s. He looks at the shot she puts together, and as she reaches for his hand to tug it toward the shot, he catches the fluttering of her lashes and he snorts.
A quick snap has a short burst of flame sparking along the top of the glass, sizzling the sugar and caramelizing it before he extinguishes it and downs the rest of his shot. Reaching up to brush a hand through his hair and push back a lock of rogue hair, he twists a little to sit up on the bar, getting a bit closer to the two of them as the music still seems to bounce around them. “[say]What other horror stories have you been sharing, Danta, darling?[/say]” He drawls, trying to get as far away from the cows as possible.
RE: I'm not as think as you drunk I am - Dantalion - 08-08-2024
[say]"Fuck do you have against cowbells?"[/say] Danta wants to know, though with Flora's attention rapidly zoning in on the butcher, he can practically hear the squeak of the third wheel as it's rolled out towards him. [say]"Well, shit - I should have thought of a lasso,"[/say] he adds, before swiping at the bottle the Doubletake slides his way and slinking back out from behind the bar. He's too drunk not to feel something leaden harden and sink in his stomach to see the two of them, and with impulsiveness already being very high on the Maverick's list of personality traits, it's best if he doesn't encourage himself right in this moment.
[say]"Biggest horror story in the Dusklight is the woman who comes in at the end of every week and orders water with lemon,"[/say] he calls, slumping down at one of the nearby tables and pouring his drink (clumsily) into his glass. [say]"Never goes to a room, never speaks to anyone. Just sits with her lemon water, then goes home again. Scares the shit out of the staff."[/say]
RE: I'm not as think as you drunk I am - Flora - 08-08-2024
[say]"Such a gentleman."[/say] The queen purrs as flame licks the top of her glass. Pulling it back she sips happily at it before crunching a bit of carmalized sugar between her teeth. Don't be fooled by the fact it wasn't a shot; it was every bit as strong as anything else they'd drank that night and certainly wasn't her first.
[say]"Hey—"[/say] Flora calls, reaching out to try and snag Danta as he sidles past her. Watching the back of his head the queen sighs under her breath, wondering if perhaps the Maverick was one of those sad drunks. If he was, either she needed to put him to bed or just feed him more alcohol until he moved onto whatever stage of drunk came next for him.
Hopefully, it was something fun.
Grimacing at the
RE: I'm not as think as you drunk I am - Astaroth - 08-08-2024
“[say]It’s too… mm, clangy.[/say]” His fingers waggle for emphasis as he sighs. Shaking his head out of it, before he admits that he would much rather be the one in control of the lasso, Astaroth watches as Danta starts to slink away. It captures his attention far longer than it should, and he’s half preparing to slip off the bar to go and bother the Maverick so he isn’t alone.
Humming a note at the horror story, though, Asta inclines his head a little — because yeah, yikes on that one. At least have a fun drink.
As Flora’s voice reaches him he flashes her a too sharp smile, inclining his head. “[say]I worked very hard on figuring out how it worked, I’ll have you know.[/say]” He teases, flashing her a wink before slinking off the bar to go directly to Danta’s table, long arms braced on it as he leans across toward the Maverick, before he abandons all the politeness the alcohol has wiped away, reaching out instead to tug Danta out of the table. “[say]Come and dance, Danta.[/say]” He says it like a statement but the way his tail wags makes it clear he’s excited at the prospect.
RE: I'm not as think as you drunk I am - Dantalion - 08-08-2024
[say]"Clangy isn't a word,"[/say] Danta protests - and as someone who is notoriously shit with words and the writing of them, for him to be so confident should say a lot, Astaroth. Unaware that he's descending into sad drunk territory, he sips at his drink and winces at the burn (because it's meant to be a shot, you fucking fool), before furrowing his brow at the sound of the karaoke machine that has apparently been turned on.
Only in the next blink, Asta is in front of him - and one later, he's being manhandled out of his chair. [say]"I'm tired, don't want to dance,"[/say] he mutters, trying to swat away the grasping hands and forcing a smile as he gestures to the Doubletake he's abandoned at the bar. [say]"I'm sure someone else would love to, though."[/say]
You know, Asta. Someone you still haven't had an important talk with.
RE: I'm not as think as you drunk I am - Flora - 08-08-2024
[say]'You're meant to sing, silly!"[/say] Flora chuckles, watching the lanky ancient slip off of the bar and yank the Maverick from his seat. Well, that was certainly one way to turn around a bad mood.
Snickering, the queen brought over a bottle of whiskey—fuck your sambuca, Danta—and perched on the edge of the table that the Maverick had been at. No doubt Asta would have to nudge a few tables out of the way if he really wanted to be able to move around, but he was more than capable of setting things up the way he wanted, of that she had no doubt.
[say]"Dance, Danta!"[/say] The queen calls, clapping her hands together. Much as she'd have preferred Asta's attention on her, certainly nothing brought the night down like a sad drunk, and so she was more than willing to concede the butcher's affections if it meant not derailing their evening.
RE: I'm not as think as you drunk I am - Astaroth - 08-08-2024
“[say]Shut up.[/say]” Astaroth laughs lightly in response to the Maverick’s correction, ignoring everything else except the fact that he needs to get Danta out of whatever this was, fully aware he’s had no conversation yet — but certainly in no state to do it.
Despite the flinging hands, the butcher pulls him from the table to stand, hands reaching up to cup Danta’s jaw, giving a little soft shake. “[say]Since when do you not want to dance?[/say]” He asks like it’s a rhetorical question, his smile a touch affectionate before he’s releasing the Maverick, casting a glance toward Flora as she approaches. “[say]I can even sing for you both.[/say]” He trills, his tone taking on a musical lilt, deep and rich as he pulls away toward the music, unsure what exactly he will sing, but there’s got to be something.
RE: I'm not as think as you drunk I am - Dantalion - 08-08-2024
[say]"Since right now,"[/say] Danta snaps, and as a familiar and warm hand reaches out to clasp his jaw, it's everything he can do not to lean into it, despite how the soft swaying of the room makes it feel like a terrific idea. Instead, with a sharp inhale he straightens up to slap the butcher's hand away, only Asta is already gone and the swift movement is almost enough to topple him right to the floor. Managing - just about - to grasp at the back of one of the chairs, Danta backs up enough to slump down into a seat, exhaling the breath out hard.
Reaching out for the bottle of whiskey despite it being a terrible idea, he at least has the good sense to pour the sambuca into one of the plants on the windowsills (sorry Mateo) before replacing it with the rich amber liquid, scoffing and shaking his head to hear Asta go to rattle about near the little stage in the Hanged Man. [say]"I am sure you can,"[/say] he drawls. If he can get it to work.
RE: I'm not as think as you drunk I am - Flora - 08-08-2024
[say]"Yeah Danta, since when?"[/say] The queen parrots as if she too has been privy to many a night when the Maverick became a dancing queen before her eyes.
Taking a sip of the whiskey, the taste of it like a punch to the back of her throat compared to the gin, Flora coughs against the back of her hand. Where Asta is clueless and Danta is frustrated, the queen is quietly sure of herself and while she might want to feel jealous, doing so after a mere two dates isn't really the look she's going for. Instead, she merely meets Asta's eyes warmly as his (finally) seek hers out. [say]"Yes please,"[/say] she trills, biting at her lower lip to keep her smile from spreading too quickly.
Rolling her eyes at the back of Danta's head, as the resident old man goes to fuss with the karaoke machine, Flora sidles over to where he'd flopped down, pulling up a chair next to him and sitting on it backwards so she could rest her chin on the back of it. [say]"I know we don't hang out a lot but this is not the vibe I thought you'd bring to a party."[/say] She chuckles, eyeing him over her shoulder and widening her eyes playfully at him. [say]"I'm sure Mateo has left some Snapdragon around here if that's more to your liking..?"[/say]