Event log: How Delightful

[hadrielmods]

Who: Anyone and everyone!
What: Delight's resurrection.
Where: Throughout the city, starting in the bar.
When: March 23rd-April 3rd
Warnings: Partying too hard, poor life choices, underage drinking, the worst hangovers of all time.

On the morning of March 23rd, bright and early, Delight is resurrected. Her temple is restored, and her bar appears in the city. What does that mean? Well, obviously it's time to celebrate. We hope everyone brought their party shoes! From March 23rd to March 27th, the party will be mostly contained in and around Delight's bar, with an invitation from the goddess herself. But it won't be long before she decides that's just not good enough - gotta bring the party to the people! From March 28th to April 3rd, the natural light is dimmed and replaced with flashing colored lights, fireworks, and even a few disco balls. Loud music blares through the city, making it hard to sleep, and a wide variety of trouble is available to be gotten into.

Wanna drink away the pain of being trapped in a hellcave? There's unlimited amounts of alcohol of all kinds, and Delight will be happy to supply anything that might be missing. More interested in karaoke-ing your heart out? Hit up one of the jukeboxes. Enjoy gleeful displays of your own mortality? Here's a skateboard and a ramp, have fun. There's just about anything you could desire, as long as what you desire is to party hard and make bad decisions. And hey, if you find yourself getting tired, grab one (or five) of Delight's special energy shots. They'll eliminate your need for sleep, food, water, cure an oncoming hangover and immediately relax any sore muscles you've got for 24 hours per shot! There's no down side! (Except for all the effects coming back to hit you at once when the shot wears off, but whatever.)

After about a week and a half of tequila shots, keg stands, roman candle battles, tagging the city with free spraypaint, inappropriate party games, and balloon hats made to look like rocket ships (wait... that's not a rocket ship), Delight realizes everyone's partied out and starts to wind things down. On April 3rd, she'll clean up the city, removing everything except for a few remaining fireworks and disco balls, stored in her temple. Her bar will still be around, if you can stand to even look at liquor after all the poor choices you made. Otherwise, lay in bed and try to recover from your hangover while the city goes back to normal.

► This log covers March 23rd-April 3rd.
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Comments

[werewolfing]

[peter just chuckles and actually thinks newt is cute, so maybe he's a bit drunk too.]

Well maybe you can watch me shake my ass, but not in public, shee-it. And you're not gangly. That's implying that you're not all graceful and shit. Which you are. It's amazing that you can get those miles of legs to work so nicely together. You'll be a natural at dancing.

[krangke]

(Newt realizes they're in public. Seriously, he does. But the drunken part of his mind doesn't give a shit that they're in public and therefor Newt is a little more shameless about his PDA with Peter.

Which means he pushes himself to his feet, swings about and is sitting in Peter's lap in a couple of seconds, an arm looped around Peter's neck. He grins down at him, cozying himself up. God damn, Peter was a great cuddler.

Annnnd that melancholia was already drifting away. Bless alcohol.)

You think so? Does that mean you're gonna show me how to dance then?

[werewolfing]

[newt is in his lap.

how did that happen? oh well. newt is in his lap, and peter winds his free arm around newt's waist to keep him there while the other hand is busy bringing him another sip of his drink. he looks around to see if anyone notices or cares. they don't. which is good, because peter would've had to either let go of newt or put his drink down to give them the finger, and he's not interested in doing either.]

When a slow song comes on. Patience, young grasshopper.

[krangke]

(Everyone is probably too drunk anyway for that sort of nonsense. Besides, Peter had taught Newt how and when to give the finger so he can do that accordingly for Peter. Such a good kid, bright out standing citizen really.)

Really?

(He perks up considerably and looks down at Peter, his eyes large.)

You really will?

(He murmurs the words like Peter's just promised him something a lot more important than just a dance.)

[werewolfing]

[such a good newt. peter probably even taught him that the british do it with two fingers, but newt can pick how many fingers he wants to use.]

Well yeah, I just said so, didn't I? Besides I can practically sense you yearning--nay, pining--for the dance floor.

[and newt may have noticed that if he tells peter straight out that he wants something, usually he gets it in the end.]

[krangke]

(He definitely did because Peter's an absolute gem and this is one of many reasons they're dating.

Newt beams like a complete idiot when Peter confirms that they'll be dancing and Newt doesn't give a damn. He hugs Peter up in two arms and ducks his head down to give him a solid kiss on the mouth. He slips off of his lap and sits next to him again but they're not done touching, oh no, buddy. He's grabbing Peter's hand and clasping it between both of his.)

You're the best.

(He may have noticed that. Sober.)

[werewolfing]

[newt is on his lap and then squeezing him so hard peter feels his ribs bend and then there's a solid press of a mouth on his mouth and then newt is over in his own seat again, holding peter's non-drinking hand. somehow this all seems to happen very fast, and peter's upper body makes a slow circle as he processes all of it. then he grins at newt.]

Well, I try.

[it's not long before the music changes, and peter chugs the rest of his drink, giving the glass a satisfied sort of slam back onto the table before pulling newt up.]

C'mon, kitten, we're having this dance.

[krangke]

You succeed, like, all of the bloody time.

(Bleeding hearts in Newt's eyes if there ever were any.

Then he's up on his feet and Newt blinks in confusion before his face breaks out in another grin. He's going to have his very first dance. Ever. With Peter. His boyfriend. Something about that makes a violent flurry of butterflies crop up in his gut and whoa boy. You'd think he'd be over the crush phase by now but nope. Still going strong.)

All righty.

(He barely mutters it out of his lips, walking with Peter onto the dance floor. He looks stupidly excited to dance but also a bit lost, not sure what he was supposed to be doing.)

[werewolfing]

[it's okay, newt, peter's got this. he pulls newt out safely into the middle of the group of dancing people, and then puts newt's arms up around his shoulders before winding his own arms around newt's lower back, hands spread so that they almost reached newt's hips. their bodies are close, but not quite touching, and he leans in to speak close to newt's ear.]

Slow music is easy. All you have to do is sway.

[and the hands on newt guide him to do just that, to take a half step to one direction, and then the other.]

[krangke]

(It's instantly a comfortable position. He likes to be close to Peter at all times and this was like, ultra being close to Peter. Or something. It makes sense enough in his head and he slides a little bit closer than what Peter originally put them at.

He nods at Peter's directions and begins to work with Peter. It actually is extremely easy. His body moves naturally with Peter's and it's at once something he realizes he likes. He likes the movements, the gentle sway. He doesn't know if he'd like dancing with someone who wasn't Peter but he does know that this right now was nice.

He steps in a little closer and drops his head down to rest it against Peter's shoulder. He's taller than Peter but not so much taller that the movement is awkward. Newt's smile is drunk and a bit dazed, his face tucked in against Peter's neck a bit.)

This is nice.

[werewolfing]

[peter had left room for jesus but newt moves in almost immediately and he can't say he minds, he can't say he minds at all. it's easy this way, for newt to be aware of his body, for just the movement of peter's hips to guide them. newt is taller but his head still rests comfortably on peter's shoulder. it feels like something out of a high school movie except everything is comfortable and warm and not like high school at all.]

It is nice. You're nice. I mean, dancing with you is nice. I don't even like dancing usually. Someday I'll teach you how to waltz, okay? When we're less drunk.

[krangke]

(Jesus can go fuck himself. Everything is so comfortable and warm and if he wasn't so hyper aware of every inch of Peter's body touching his own, he very well might have been sleepy. Thankfully, nothing about Peter does a good job in making him sleepy. He lifts his head up from Peter's shoulder to look down at him, his eyes hooded and he winds his arms securely about Peter's neck, moving his head down to rest their foreheads together.)

You're nice. I dunno if I would want to dance with someone else.

(Then it occurs to him what Peter had just said and he smiles a bit shyly.)

But you're dancing right now.

(It's not a question. He understands enough and he kisses Peter again on the mouth. This time it's light and airy, followed by a handful more kisses until finally Newt stops and puts his head back down against his shoulder.)

Waltz. That's a funny word. But I'd like that. We should dance more often.

[werewolfing]

You don't have to dance with someone else, you're dancing with me.

[as though this is an obvious solution to all potential future dancing problems.]

I am.

[he returns each of newt's little kisses, pressing a last one to his forehead when newt settles his head on peter's shoulder once more.]

It is. But it's a real easy dance and it looks fancy. Maybe now that there's music people will dance more and we can dance with them. Except just you and me. Dancing while other people dance too.

[krangke]

(Newt's grinning again, amused by Peter's insistence on it just being Peter he dances with. He'd ask what that was about but he didn't have to have it explained to him. Dancing felt like an intimate thing. At least the kind of dancing they were doing.)

Just you and me.

(He echoes this in a quiet, drunken sort of murmur but he means it all the same. He lifts his head up from Peter's shoulder and slides a hand up into the back of Peter's hair.)

Yanno, I'm kinda glad the whole mirror thing happened. I mean, it'd be really embarrassing having to confess to you drunk. And I totally would have, I think, if I hadn't already.

[werewolfing]

[now it's peter's turn to laugh, and he nuzzles newt's forehead and part of his ear by accident.]

Being drunk is dangerous like that. Makes you all truthy and stuff. I would probably have said something and it'd have been embarrassing. We did a good job, what we did. Accidentally but a good job anyway.

[krangke]

We're very good at doing a good job with stuff.

(Newt nods very seriously and fuck if Peter wasn't being precious. It didn't help that he smelled like a basket of warm, cuddly puppies. Ugh. This was actually his boyfriend. How even.)

Been crushin' on you forever. Bound to happen, you know? One way or another and it was probably always gonna be accidental.

[werewolfing]

We are.

[peter gives another snort of laughter, then hums. his voice gets softer and closer to newt's ear.]

I wanted to pretend I wasn't totally fuckin doomed from that first night you came into my room, but then you disappeared and came back, and after that...fuck pretending, y'know? I was so scared you were gone forever.

[krangke]

(What Peter says sobers Newt up just a little bit. His eyes get a little glassy and he doesn't know why he's so surprised. Peter's always cared about him, sure, but hearing him say that-.

Well.

Newt withdraws ever so slightly from Peter and knocks his nose a bit lightly into Peter's.)

We should get out of here. Head back home. I think I want to be alone with you.

[werewolfing]

Okay.

[peter steps back from newt a little bit but catches his hand with more dexterity than the inebriated deserve.]

Are we bringing our friends whiskey, vodka, or rum home with us?

[tequila is out of the running because it leads to too many bad decisions. whiskey decisions are much safer.]

[krangke]

We can bring along some vodka.

(He squeezes his fingers tightly through Peter's.)

Though I think we won't wind up drinking much of it.

(There's a certain sort of gleam to Newt's eye when he looks at Peter. He idly sways their hands between them before heading to the bar to get a bit of vodka for them to go.

Then he's leading Peter out of the bar and into the thrumming city. He swings the bottle in his other hand, walking near Peter.)

I think about it a lot, you know. How when I came back, everything kind of...was different between us. I mean, I died, and then there was you.

(He shrugged. That kind of thing really impacted someone.)

[werewolfing]

Me either, but it's never bad to have a little vodka on hand.

[that gleam in peter's eye makes him look down and smile for a moment before looking back u p at newt and smiling.]

Do you? You came back different. Not in a bad way, just...different, once the worst of it passed. In a good way, actually. Maybe you can't really want to be with somebody until you want to stay with them.

[krangke]

(Newt gave their hands a bit of a swing and tilted his head at Peter, only mildly confused.)

What do you mean? I've always wanted to stay with you. And, I mean, of course I'm different now. You met me when I was still sick, you know. Getting sicker, anyway.

[werewolfing]

[peter gives a shrug that sends their hands swaying more.]

Yeah, I know. But now you have a garden, so you have to stay for it to grow. That's what I mean. And that's good. Maybe you thought about a garden before, but then you did it, even though you were feeling like shit. We're like a plant in your garden, and now we can grow. And if you get sick, we'll have strong roots. That's what I mean.

[krangke]

(Newt frowns a little bit, uncertain still. Mostly because he's drunk but also a little bit because he's just not following.)

I don't really think there's anywhere for me to go even if I wanted to, Peter. We're kinda stuck. But if there was, I'd be staying for you, not the garden.

(Newt's a pretty literal drunk, sorry Peter. But he does squeeze his hand tightly.)

But...maybe I know what you're trying to say a little bit.

[werewolfing]

Not like go-go. Like in your head go. But you're stuck with me there too, so.

[he gives the side of newt's head a clumsy kiss, because what is coordination while walking.]

I'm not very good at saying things. You're very important.